Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Magnus Hale

I wake up to the heat of a body beside me. For an instant, I forget

where I am, until I open my eyes and see Adrian sleeping, serene, as if

he were just an ordinary man.

It’s disturbing. Because, like this, he looks… human. Even though he

says he is one, his actions show the opposite. But now, seeing him

quiet, peaceful, with that almost angelic face… yes, he looks like

someone normal, free from that madness that consumes him.

My gaze travels over every line of his face.

How the hell did someone so young become so insane? What made

him this way–so disturbed, so distorted?

Maybe I don’t even want to know.

His slow breathing accompanies me, and hesitantly, I reach out,

brushing my thumb against his soft cheek. The gesture unnerves me.

I don’t understand why he loves me. I don’t find anything attractive

about myself. I’m thirty–eight years old. He’s barely past twenty.

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Sixteen years separate us, and yet, he looks at me as if I were a god.

And if I ask the reason, I can already imagine the answer: “Have you

looked in the mirror? You’re magnificent.”

I roll my eyes just thinking about it. That explains nothing. I’ve never

been desired like this. My childhood was shit. My father abandoned

us when we needed him most, and my mother brought another man

into the house–a worm who beat us for pure pleasure.

I went hungry. I stole to survive. Sometimes, I stole just to feed my

mother, and the bastard punished me for it. He even broke my arm.

The worst part was watching her stay by his side–not out of fear, but

because she wanted to.

I heard her once, while I was hiding, begging him to stay, saying she

didn’t care about the beatings as long as he didn’t leave her. I was

nine years old and already felt too much hatred.

I grew up with no one. I never stepped foot in a school because she

didn’t care. She wasn’t even good for that. Even my stepfather said I

should study, but she ignored it. She never worried about me.

I was the one who had to protect myself. I was the one who killed him

after he tried to kill me from the beating.

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From then on, I dived into crime. Drugs, money, blood. I got my first

scar when my mother tried to kill me over money. A stab to the chest.

Then I left her behind. At twenty, I learned she died owing money to

gangsters.

I never loved anyone. I only knew physical pleasure, casual

encounters that lasted for nothing. Four or five, maybe. I don’t

remember. And I don’t dare ask Adrian, because I know he killed them

just for having touched me.

Too insane.

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And I wonder: if I accept loving this boy, what will become of me?

Will I become like him? Obsessive, possessive, sick? I’m already possessive. When something is mine, I want it forever. And he…

insists on calling me his.

My hatred for him still burns. I hate what he did to me, I hate the humiliation, and I hate the way he stripped my power in front of everyone. I hate remembering that he abused me.

But there is one thing I cannot erase. The pleasure.

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