Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 23

Elijah Vaughn

The sun had already set.

And I was screwed.

Really screwed.

The Reaper had been very clear: I was supposed to be in his cell by nightfall.

But I didn’t have a choice.

The pile of dishes seemed endless, and to make things worse, one of the cooks ordered me to fetch boxes of ingredients.

I didn’t want to risk disobeying and ending up dead, so I obeyed.

Now, finally free from that cursed chore, I looked at Fox, who gave me a brief nod.

We grabbed our trays and headed to the cafeteria.

Dinner was soup and bread–and this time, the bread wasn’t rock hard, which was already a small victory.

I just hope he doesn’t punish me for eating. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving.

We sat at our usual table, silence settling between us.

Since our conversation earlier, Fox hadn’t said a word, and deep down, I understood.

He’d lost too many people in here.

For him, this place is an endless cycle–a place where you learn to survive, not to fight.

Accepting that I needed to set aside my pride was hard.

But I understood his point of view.

He’d seen enough to know that resisting only makes things worse.

I wanted to break the silence, say something to lighten the mood, but before I could open my mouth, something warm poured over my head.

My body froze.

I reached up, feeling the sticky texture sliding down the back of my neck.

Soup.

The cafeteria erupted in laughter.

“Oops. My bad, newbie,” Vibora’s mocking voice rang out nearby. “Thought you were the trash.”

More laughter..

More jeers.

My fists clenched tightly.

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Chapter 23

Son of a bitch

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Bage burned inside me, rising like wildfire,

I wanted to jump him right there–punch his smug face until it disappeared.

But before I could move, Fox grabbed my arm.

“Don’t do anything, he warned, eyes still fixed on his plate.

I turned to him, furious,

I’m supposed to just take this?” My voice dripped with humiliation and fury,

He sighed, tired,

Yes. If you react, it’ll only make things worse for you.”

My teeth ground together.

“Why? Who the hell is protecting that bastard?”

He tilted his head slightly, motioning toward a nearby table.

I followed his gaze and saw a group of inmates in black uniforms.

Among them, a massive, imposing man.

And right beside him, grinning smugly, was Vibora.

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