Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 198

Adrian Kael

I torture and laugh at the same time, and that, to me, is natural.

“I–I…” His voice trembles, interrupting my daydream.

His nervousness is so intense I can’t help it: I feel pity.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to answer now.”

I give him a light pat on the shoulder, an almost paternal gesture.

“Relax. I like you. That’s why I won’t hurt you, unless you touch what

belongs to me.”

He nods hurriedly, agreeing.

“The Enforcer is yours. I have no desire to mess with him.”

I smirk.

“Right. I have some sons of bitches to take out of the way.” My voice

is calm, unhurried. “When I’m done with them, throw them off the

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cliff and say they tried to escape.”

He agrees without hesitation.

I step into the cafeteria and immediately locate the targets. I walk

slowly, without looking away. To blink? For me, that’s losing the prey.

The laughter echoes through the hall and feeds a cold pleasure that

runs down my spine. I imagine fear invading everybody, breath

turning into a plea, and voices cracking.

I want to hear groans begging for mercy.

I want to see them shrink, withering until they are nothing more than

flickering shadows before me.

One notices my approach and nudges the others. They all notice the

weapon in my hand. They swallow hard.

“Hello, boys. How are we doing?” I greet them with a cold smile; the

sound of their swallowing becomes louder.

They shift, as if trying to flee, but they know they cannot.

“W–We’re fine… what do you want?” The tallest one asks, his voice

trembling.

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I tilt

my head and study every reaction, every muscle. Their

nervousness draws maps that I read with pleasure.

“What are your names?” The question comes out calm but firm.

They look at me, confused, not knowing the reason. I respond only

with a serene smile–the kind of smile that looks more like a

disguised threat.

“They call me Branco,” he stutters through the words. “The others are

Rasga, Teco, Garra, and Navalha.”

He points to each of them, and I watch them shrink under my gaze. I

smile, savoring the weeping I know is coming.

“Do you

know why I’m here?” I ask, my voice low and lethal.

They deny it in unison, their heads shaking like dry leaves.

“Because you dared to humiliate my beautiful husband. Now you’re

going to pay with your lives.” The sentence comes out casually, like

someone commenting on the weather.

Their eyes open like windows to terror; a shiver of pleasure runs

through my body, cold and urgent. Fear is so good–I almost want to

smell and taste it. Like those creatures from the movies Jeepers

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Creepers or IT, they savor the dread, and it must be delicious.

The sight of men so large reduced to ruins intoxicates me. I want

them to tremble, to scream, to become nothing but sound, and to

succumb to what I give them.

“P–Please… we didn’t know!” Rasga’s voice fails, broken by panic. “We

thought it would be… funny to mock him, since you carried him

through the hallway yourself that day, showing his miserable state.”

I don’t hesitate. I point the gun at his forehead and pull the trigger. The shot is dry–a sound that cuts through the air and ends everything in an instant. Rasga collapses, motionless; blood splatters onto the faces of the others. The silence that follows is heavy,

stunned.

“I didn’t order anyone to humiliate what is mine, did I?” The question

is soft, cutting like a blade.

Branco collapses to his knees, his entire body shaking; despair tears at his voice in an almost beautiful way. He can’t form anything more

than mangled pleas.

“Please… have mercy. I’ll do anything, I swear. Please, Adrian…”

I stand still, every syllable of his vibrating in the air like grotesque

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“I… I’m sorry.” His voice falls apart, barely able to sustain the words.

Instead of giving up, he grabs a random knife from the table. The gesture is desperate and irrational. On an impulse, he lunges at the

others. The cafeteria turns into chaos: screams, pleas for them to

stop, and the sound of glasses falling. Those present draw back, too

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