Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 19

Dante Castelli.

I was satisfied.

28%

Deeply satisfied.

Last night had surpassed any fantasy I’d ever had.

I glanced at my little bunny, watching his hesitant steps, his sore body revealing everything that had happened.

A smug smile tugged at my lips as I saw the marks scattered across his neck–proof of who he belonged to. That pleased me more than I could say. Now, no one would dare touch him.

I’d spent months craving this moment, but reality always outshines imagination. His scent still clung to my skin–his softness, his taste… He wasn’t just an obsession anymore. He was mine.

And the moment I leave this place, he’s coming with me.

He’ll live by my side forever–whether he wants to or not.

The strong aroma of coffee and hot food filled the cafeteria as we approached. As soon as I entered, silence fell over the room.

Fear on the faces of the other inmates was always a delight to see, but something felt off.

They weren’t looking at me this time.

They were staring at him.

Elijah shrank under their invasive stares, visibly uncomfortable.

Bad idea.

Irritation simmered beneath my skin. My eyes scanned the room, and the moment I locked eyes with every bastard who dared to look at him, they quickly looked away.

Good.

That’s more like it.

“Come,

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward my table.

He hesitated for a second, but he knew he had no choice.

He would never have a choice

“Sit.” I ordered.

The shaky breath he let out didn’t go unnoticed. His trembling hands clutched at his uniform

A true frightened bunny.

I sat beside him, and Tony, ever attentive, placed my tray in front of me.

The meal was simple but flawless: creamy scrambled eggs, perfectly toasted bread, a generous portion of crispy bacon, and a steaming mug of strong coffee.

1/4

Tue,

Chapter 19

A breakfast worthy of the most powerful man in this prison.

1 glanced at Elijah and slid the plate toward him.

“Eat.‘

He swallowed hard, hesitant.

“I–I’m not hungry…”

1 rolled my eyes.

Ah, so now he wants to throw a tantrum?

Without bothering to insist, I shifted my focus to the room–and noticed Viper across the cafeteria.

The bastard was staring at me, his eyes glinting with jealousy and resentment.

A starving dog begging for attention.

Patético.

I sighed, bored, and simply ignored him, focusing on my breakfast.

I began to eat slowly, savoring every bite. Then, on impulse, I slid my hand to Elijah’s thigh.

His mistake? Pulling away.

Blood surged through my veins. After everything, he still wants to play hard to get?

My fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, yanking him close. My mouth brushed his ear, and my voice came out low, cold, razor–sharp.

“You want to act like a brat? Then deal with the consequences.”

I tightened my grip slightly, feeling the tremor ripple through him.

“If you won’t eat what I gave you, then you won’t eat anything. And if I find out you’ve put even a crumb in your mouth, I won’t fuck you–I’ll beat you until you learn.”

1 leaned in further, whispering every word slowly.

And when the sun sets… you better be back in my cell before I do something worse.”

1 released his neck and looked at him. The pale color of his face and the terror in his eyes made me smile.

“Now get lost.”

There is no escape.

No resistance that lasts.

The more he fights, the more pleasure I’ll take in breaking him.

I’ll shatter every barrier, tear away his sanity, suffocate every illusion of freedom.

I’ll carve my name into him.

That’s when the obsession was born.

And now that I finally have him… he’ll never be free again.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify