Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176

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His rage explodes. In less than a second, his hand closes on my collar, and the other rises, ready to punch. I move with a precise strike. The movement is fast, raw, and direct. In an instant, Rocco collapses to

the floor, his neck bent at an impossible angle.

Silence falls over the cafeteria like a blade. Every breath is held, every gaze fixed on me. The smell of food mixes with the iron of blood, creating a dense, almost suffocating atmosphere.

I wipe my hands on the rough fabric of my uniform, run my fingers through my hair, and let a smile open on my face. I turn to the cooks, who observe me motionless, trying to decipher whether they should

fear or obey.

“I want a hearty meal,‘ my voice cuts through the silence. ‘I need to feed my love, and I want the best food you can certainly make.”

Their eyes meet, exchanging quick, nervous signals. TJ, who shook my

hand yesterday, raises an eyebrow but doesn’t hesitate,

They obey first, think later.

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“Now.“I repeat. The command transforms into action.

Trays begin to circulate; voices cross in a new rhythm.

I don’t ask for luxury; I ask for substance, heat, something to nourish

a body subjected to the limit.

The cafeteria remains in silence while the kitchen wakes up. Trays

slide, pots clatter, and voices whisper hurried instructions.

I hear footsteps behind me. I turn my head slowly, my gaze cold, and

see Navarro standing right behind me, arms crossed, evaluating every

detail. I tilt my head slightly, observing him in silence. He responds

with a crooked smile, full of irony.

“I see the “weakling” isn’t so weak after all,‘ he comments, his voice

low and lingering. ‘So, the Enforcer is going to be your toy? Does that

mean you’re the leader now?”

I let a smile form on my lips–a slow, perverse trace. The effect is

immediate: Navarro takes a step back, uncomfortable, his expression

hardening.”

“Yes,” I respond firmly, without raising my tone. “I am the leader now.

My beautiful husband told me that if I wanted to stay away from him,

I would have to defeat him. I won. And now, everything belongs to

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me.”

I look around, the entire cafeteria paying attention, and I let my

smile broaden even further, deliberate.

“If you want to receive your drugs and rewards, stay away from the

Enforcer. I don’t want anyone touching him.”

The order doesn’t require shouting; it cuts through the air and settles

like a decree. The silence lingers, heavy. I see everyone’s eyes

avoiding mine–some wide, others hardened–none daring to

respond.

I shift my gaze to the cafeteria entrance. David is there, leaning discreetly against the wall, his body rigid. I point to the floor, at

Rocco’s sprawled corpse, his neck bent at a grotesque angle.

“David, remove this trash from here,” I say matter–of–factly, with the

same fone I’d use to ask for a glass of water.

He just nods, not knowing how to respond.

I turn back to the kitchen counter. TJ, with a sweaty forehead and

eyes fixed on me, places a hearty tray on the cold steel. Succulent meat, fresh bread, thick broth–clearly the best they could improvise

in minutes.

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I walk over there without haste, each step echoing on the polished

floor. I hold the tray with both hands, but first, I let my gaze meet his.

“Thank you, TJ,” I say simply.

He swallows hard and just nods, stepping back as if he needed

distance.

The food is still steaming; the scent invades my senses. I feel a slow

satisfaction spread through my body.

Without looking back, I leave the cafeteria, the tray balanced

carefully, my steps rhythmic.

I walk down the hallway with calm strides. Now, I am the new center

of this prison. What was once the Enforcer’s domain has become my

stage.

My mind is already projecting every move. Now that I’ve taken

control, the focus is to domesticate my god. To mold him. To teach

him that every action has a response. If he is docile, he receives

rewards; if he is hostile, he is deprived of them.

The first step will be obedience. As long as he doesn’t submit, he

won’t leave the cell. No glances, no external contact. Only me. I will

bring him every meal myself until he understands that everything

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