Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173

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I carefully turn him onto his side to settle him better. I pick up the

uniform scattered on the floor, and in the pocket, I find the cold cold

metal of the key. I fit it into the lock and turn it; the dry click echoes

in the cell. The handcuffs release and fall into a corner. His arms drop

heavily onto the mattress. My eyes travel over his marked wrists, the

wounded skin, and the raw flesh.

I smile. I don’t see wounds; I see proof, marks of our connection. I

hold his hand, bring it to my lips, and kiss the injury like a reliquary.

Beautiful even in pain. My masterpiece. Magnus.

I stand up slowly, put on my uniform, adjust the collar, and fasten the

buttons. I take the keys to the bars, walk to the exit, and unlock it.

The sound echoes through the hallway; I’m certain everyone heard it.

I turn on my heels and return to my god.

I won’t let him remain exposed on that filthy mattress like any

common prisoner. I pull an old, grimy sheet, stained by time. Nausea

overcomes me at the thought of him being touched by something so

undignified, but it’s all I have. I wrap it around him slowly, covering

every line of his marked body, even as I hate seeing him shrouded in

1. it.

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He doesn’t deserve this. Even if, to him, it is already better than the

fate of the other prisoners, it is still undignified. Magnus shouldn’t be

treated like a man behind bars butrevered, elevated, andelevated, and

served like a king.

My king.

Because that is what he is: the royalty of my world, the center of my

devotion, the only one who makes everything around him lose its

meaning.

I lift him in my arms as if he were a bride on her wedding day: His

body weighs against mine, but it’s a weight I carry with pleasure. A

smile emerges, soft, almost affectionate. I finally have my love in my

arms.

I exit the cell and head down the hallway. Gazes appear. Prisoners

peer from behind the bars; some stand up, others widen their eyes,

unable to believe it. The shock spreads like a trail of gunpowder.

Magnus Hale. The Enforcer. The undisputed leader of Blackthorn. The

man everyone feared is now in my arms. Not in a glorious way, but

exposed.

Weak.

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Exhausted.

Battered.

Marked.

His weakness is laid bare before everyone who once trembled in his

shadow. Now they see that the untouchable can bleed. I hide my

satisfied smile while my chest burns with pleasure at the sound of the

whispers spreading.

The first step has been taken.

Everyone here is going to talk.

They will repeat this image in every corner of the fortress.

I walk slowly, on purpose. I want every gaze to absorb the details: the

purple marks on his face, his swollen and wounded lips, andlips, and

his neck covered in hickeys and bite marks. It is the signature of my

possession. Let everyone see. Let them understand.

The Enforcer believed he was dealing with someone weak… ButBut it

was this “weakling” who defeated him.

The muffled comments echo through the hallways, the shock

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plastered on every face behind the bars. The respect he built with blood and fear is now crumbling into fissures.

I savor every instant, every incredulous look, like a rare wine.

Some tremble. Others look away, unable to believe what they are

seeing.

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I advance through the hallways, triumphant, until I reach the

reserved wing. It’s not a common cell. It is the space my father

bought by bribing the warden, architecting every detail. He paid to

give me luxury in the middle of hell.

I remember the day in the office: the warden acting in front of David,

pretending he didn’t know me or my father. He faked it so well I

almost believed it myself. But he was already bought, along with

several guards, all under my father’s thumb, preparing this place for

1. me.

I didn’t come sooner because I wasn’t ready, I needed to reveal myself

to my god first. I needed to show Magnus who I truly am. Now that I

have shown him, there is no reason to remain in that filthy cell

The space I enter is spacious, unlike any other cubicle in this prison.

A wide bed, a firm mattress, and and dark silk sheets reflecting the

dim light. Shelves lined with items forbidden to any prisoner: first-

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aid kits, folded uniforms, clean towels, bottles of cologne,

toothbrushes, and medicines organized like in a doctor’s office.

Even condoms and lubricants were left there, as if they knew in

advance how much use I would make of them. This draws a crooked

smile from me, a delicious reminder of everything to come.

And, crowning this privilege, an improvised bathroom: a functional

shower and its own toilet–a luxury impossible for any other.

All a gift from my father.

All so that his offspring wouldn’t go mad.

Irony.

Because I’ve already gone mad of my own volition.

He knows it. He just pretends to believe that I can still ‘improve.‘

Blind idiot.

But useful.

I can use him to get everything I desire.

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