Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

Magnus Hale

I get up with the shred of strength I have left, every movement a

reminder of what happened to me. Limping, I cross the cell to the

shower. I turn the handle and let the water fall: hot, sharp, and

unable to wash away what I feel inside. I clench my fists until my

knuckles ache.

I feel his presence behind me. I don’t move. The silence is heavier

than any word. He approaches slowly, each step calculated, until the

scent of soap mixes with the steam of the bath.

Large, firm hands begin to scrub my back with slow, methodical

movements. The soap slides across my chest, over my shoulders, and

down my arms. My body reacts with tension, muscles stiffening, and

breath held. I try not to give in to the tremor threatening to escape.

His hands descend further, reaching my thighs, contouring every inch

without haste. An involuntary shiver runs down my spine when the

touch passes through areas where the pain still pulses. Fear mixes

with rage in a suffocating knot.

He turns me around gently to face him. His gaze is fixed, as if

studying me, and his foam–covered hands slide over my face, through

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my beard, cleaning with gestures that are almost devotional. The

scene should look like care, but it is control. The devotion in his eyes-

makes me sick.

The water washes away the foam, leaving my skin naked of any

defense.

“Now we need to finish washing everything, my love,” his voice comes

out low and soft.

I freeze. I don’t need any more explanations to understand the hidden

intent.

“Lean against the wall,” his voice comes out gentle.

The urge I have to curse him is immense, but I know that if I provoke

him, I will be punished. And at this moment, I am too exhausted to

defend myself.

Against my own will, I obey. I rest my hands on the cold wall of the

cell. I feel him kneel behind me; suddenly, he spreads my buttocks

gently, making me think of anything else.

I close my eyes for a second, trying to contain the hate that throbs along with the fear. I think of every face in the prison, of every gaze that feared me. I think of the throne I built with iron and blood,

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My body shudders as I feel fingers entering me, pulling his fucking

sperm out.

“I’ll have to apply some ointment back here. Your beautiful little hole

is quite swollen,” his tone of voice sounds very satisfied with this

discovery.

“If you’ve already removed your piece of shit sperm, remove your

fingers!”

I am glad to know he obeyed, but I am immediately caught by surprise

when I feel his tongue.

“What the fu-” My voice dies in my throat.

His hand grabs my cock and begins to jerk it off rapidly. Meanwhile,

his tongue sucks my anus. I try to focus on how much I hate him, but

my goddamn body reacts differently.

I can’t control my body; it’s hard, throbbing, and leaking pre–cum.

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