Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

I step under the shower and turn the handle, letting the water slide

heavily over my skin. I pick up the soap and begin to scrub my body,

every gesture slow, almost ritualistic.

“How did you get those scars?” His voice comes out low, almost

curious.

I stop for a second, just long enough for him to notice, then resume

the movements without looking away from my hand traveling across

my chest.

“As you know, I am not normal.”

He laughs, shortly.

“You don’t say.”

I ignore the sarcasm.

“I’ve always been curious to feel pain in my own body, to experiment

with the limit, to see how much I could take. So, I made those cuts

myself.”

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Silence.

He remains quiet for a few minutes, the sound of the water filling the

space between us. Then he sighs heavily.

“You need to be institutionalized.”

I laugh out loud, without hiding it.

“Believe me, I already was. They tried to ‘cure‘ me, but they couldn’t.

And you know what? I don’t need a cure. This is the real me.”

I turn my face toward him, letting the water run through my hair.

“And soon you will love this side of me.”

He doesn’t answer. He looks away, which earns another soft laugh

from me. I finish the shower with the same calm I started with. I dry

my body, then my hair, and pull on a clean uniform. I hang the towel

on the hook fixed to the wall and walk back to the bed.

Magnus is lying there, turned toward the wall, pretending

indifference.

Cute.

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I lie down beside him and wrap my arms around him from behind,

pressing my body against his. I kiss the back of his neck slowly,

feeling the tension beneath my arms. I pull the sheet up and cover us

both, holding him in a firm, possessive grip.

“You don’t need to hold me that tightly. I’m not going anywhere.”

I ignore the comment, keeping my hold. The sound of his irritated

huff makes me smile against his skin. I close my eyes, breathing in

the natural scent of the body I crave so much–an aroma that hooks

me more than any drug ever could.

The silence of the cell stretches until it’s broken by his voice, low and

tight with tension.

“When are you going to let me out of here?”

I bring my lips closer to his exposed neck and leave a slow, almost

lazy kiss there.

“When you obey me.”

The answer comes out firm but calm.

“Every time you’re a good boy, you’ll be rewarded. But if you insist on

rebellion, you’ll be punished and lose your privileges.”

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My voice brushes his ear as I list each threat gently.

“No good food. No soft mattress. Silk sheets, hot water from my

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