Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 175

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“Good morning, my love.” My voice comes out low, hoarse, and heavy

with possession.

For a moment, I think about staying there, holding him, but I pull

away with hesitation. I act like someone leaving an altar, not a bed. I

sit on the edge of the mattress and run my hand through my sweat-

dampened hair, feeling the tension of the previous night drain from

my fingers.

I stand up slowly, stretching my arms until I hear my bones pop–a

dry crack that seems to echo through the luxurious cubicle. My still-

naked body contrasts with the cold of the floor, but it doesn’t bother

1. me. I walk to the improvised shower in my cell as if I were crossing a

temple.

I turn on the tap and let the water run, washing away the traces of the

night, the sweat, and the delicious scent of sex. I take the soap and

scrub every part of my body with slow, circular, meticulous

movements.

I rinse myself carefully, feeling my skin clean, free, and ready. Then, I reach for the toothbrush, apply the paste, and begin to brush. The

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fresh flavor floods my mouth as I catch a glimpse of myself in the

cracked mirror.

Now that I have my Magnus.

Nothing is going to ruin my day.

I spit out the foam, wash my face, and turn off the tap. Water drips

from my shoulders, running down to my waist before falling into the

drain. I take the clean, folded towel from the shelf and dry myself

calmly, without haste.

I put on my fresh uniform. I adjust the buttons, fasten the collar, and

smooth out the creases with the palm of my hand.

I return to the bed. My gaze locks onto him again–lying there, vulnerable, marked by my hands. The marks are maps of our night of

love. The sight fills me with a silent, raw pride, something almost

religious.

I lean over his chest, brushing my lips against his collarbone. His scent is still on me, mixed with the soap, and it draws another smile

from me–this one darker.

I straighten my body, turn on my heels, and walk to the bars. I take the ring of keys attached to my uniform pocket, fit one into the lock,

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and turn it until I hear the dry click. I open it slowly, step out into the

hallway, and before taking the first step, I lock it again.

I don’t want to run the risk of my love escaping.

My god, keep sleeping, cradled in the temple I prepared for him.

He is safe, protected… and trapped. The way it should be.

I walk down the hallway, feeling satisfaction vibrating in my bones.

The day has started well.

At the end of the hallway, David appears, lurking, his face marked by

admiration and fear. His gaze fixes on me for an instant, bringing

back yesterday’s scene: me carrying Magnus, the rumors spreading,

and the shock plastered on their faces.

I smile slowly. I see his expression dissolve into an almost palpable

discomfort.

“Good morning, David.” I greet him without haste.

He swallows hard, hesitates, and searches for the right word.

“Good morning, Adr… boss. “he corrects himself quickly.

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The way he says it draws a low laugh from me.

I say nothing. I just keep walking, measured steps, breathing in the dense rhythm of the prison. Ahead, the cafeteria looms like a silent courtroom. Heads turn; gazes adjust.

I ignore them all.

I sit at my king’s table–now, clearly, my place. I haven’t been there

for even two minutes when an uproar breaks out. Rocco approaches

like an animal, chest out, fury written all over him.

“What did you do to the boss, you bastard?” He bellows, slamming his

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