Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Magnus Hale

“I tried to be patient with you. I treated you with love, and what did I

get? Rebellion. So, since you want to challenge me, I will be even

worse. Like a demon–cruel. No warm baths. The same rations they

give the other prisoners, you will eat. You will stay here until you

apologize to me for your insolence.”

I try to pull away, out of instinct and out of pride, and the palm of his

hand explodes against my left buttock; the pain tears a moan from

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“Quiet,” he lets out through his teeth, and the order weighs like a

sentence. “I tried… I wanted to treat you like a king. But since you

prefer to play the rebel, fine. Count.”

For a moment I don’t understand, but then the answer comes. His

palm explodes against my left buttock again; the sound echoes in the

room. I bite my lips hard–they’re already wounded–feeling the

metallic taste of blood as they split even further.

Another slap.

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Another.

Another.

Another.

I lose count.

“How many slaps was that, Magnus?” he asks, his voice so cold it

makes my skin crawl; he had never spoken to me like that.

One more slap, even harder, tears through the silence.

“How many slaps?” he insists.

“I… I don’t know…” My speech comes out hesitant, trembling, and

barely audible.

He lets out a guttural sound of dissatisfaction, his throat vibrating

like a warning.

“Then we will start again… until you learn to count the exact

number.”

“Don’t do-” My voice dies in the air as a sharp slap explodes against

my right buttock.

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The sting is immediate, burning like fire.

“Sto-” Another blow comes before I can finish the sentence.

I try to focus on counting, but the pain sidetracks me and jumbles

everything. I force my mind, trying to cling to every number, but his

palm gives no quarter.

Another slap.

One more.

Another.

Another.

Hot tears stream down my cheeks. Every blow tears into me in

silence, reducing me even further.

“How many slaps has it been?” he asks, and his hand slides slowly

over my stinging buttocks, as if the gesture were more cruel than the

blows.

“Fi… fifty–five,” I answer, my voice low and trembling.

“Very well. Now, stand up.”

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I gather my last bit of strength and manage to stand before him. The burning only increases, throbbing, as if my skin were on fire.

“From today on, you will be the one to clean this cell. Winter is

coming, Magnus. It’s already cold here, but when it arrives… it becomes unbearable.” His eyes glint with cruelty. “And you won’t have

winter clothes until you learn to apologize to me.”

I can’t hold back the tears anymore; they run hot down my face.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I ask, and his eyes widen. “My life was perfect before you. I had power, an empire. And you arrive and

destroy everything I conquered.”

My crying turns to rage, harsh and dry.

“I’m sorry I had the misfortune of being chosen as your toy.” My voice shakes. “You killed my two best soldiers. You say you treat me well, but you don’t. You want to control me, and because you can’t, you

resort to violence.”

He laughs out loud, throwing his head back as if I’d told a joke.

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Magnus. You were always like this. When someone didn’t obey you, you killed them. And I’ve already told you never to doubt my love for you.”

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Rage boils inside me.

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