Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

“Well, look at that…” He chews on each word like poison. “You don’t

command anyone here anymore. You turned into the new guy’s little

bitch–we don’t owe you any explanations. But since I’m generous,

I’ll tell you: Darius is dead. Guard David blew his head off with a

shot.”

The ground vanishes beneath my feet. Darius… dead?

Laughter spreads around me, echoing like a knife driven deep into my

chest. Rage rises, liquid and sharp, and my hand closes on the collar

of the bastard who spoke.

“I may have lost to that asshole,” I say quietly, every word dripping

with venom. “But don’t forget what I’m still capable of.”

Fear flashes across his face, and that gives me enough satisfaction to

let him go. I turn away and start to walk off when I hear the low

provocation, spat like acid:

“You must be enjoying yourself now… I bet the new guy’s dick is

good, since you let him wreck your whole body.”

The others laugh. I hear Navarro’s group roaring with amusement. A

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crushing pressure clamps down on my chest–pure humiliation–and

the world spins around me. I’m small, insignificant, and trapped in

that circus of contempt.

Rage devours me from the inside. Without thinking, I move toward

Adrian, who’s leaning against the cafeteria door talking to David.

When he sees me, he smiles–and that lights my fury like gunpowder.

In a blind impulse, I raise my fist and punch him in the face. His head snaps to the side; the impact explodes up my arm like I hit solid rock.

David draws his weapon instantly, aiming it at me, but I barely

register whether he’s going to pull the trigger.

“You bastard! You ruined my life!” I scream, my voice ripping through

the air.

Adrian stares at me calmly; his eyes turn cold as steel, and that’s

when I realize the mistake I’ve made. It all happened so fast. A blow hits my stomach, a punch that steals my breath and almost makes me

vomit everything I’ve eaten.

Before I collapse, he grabs me by the uniform and drags me without ceremony, making me stumble. The pain in my stomach burns; when we reach the cell, he unlocks the bars and shoves me in. I trip and fall onto the cold floor, feeling every piece of my rage turn to dust.

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“Take off your clothes.” His voice sinks into a tone so dark that

shivers run through my entire body.

With an effort, I manage to pull myself up, my hand pressing against

my aching stomach. He tilts his head to the side, his face impestive-

cold to the point of being terrifying

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Magnus. My name, spat by him,

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