Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

My voice dropped into a near whisper, thick with promise.

“If you behave well enough, you might earn more than just my protection.”

I leaned in slightly, relishing the moment.

*Books. A phone. Products for your skin and hair. Hygiene supplies. Anything you want.”

I licked my lips slowly, watching his face with interest.

“And beyond that… you’ll have the privilege of eating the best food this prison has to offer.”

The smile that tugged at my lips was slow, dripping with malice.

“Your life here can be hell… or paradise.”

I blinked slowly, my gaze locked on his.

“The choice is yours. Only you can decide, bunny… to submit or resist.”

I tilted my head to the side, my voice dropping into something nearly hypnotic.

‘Obey… or disobey.”

A lazy smile curved my lips as I watched him, soaking in his hesitation.

‘So, what will it be?”

The war inside him was written across his face.

The flicker in his eyes. The way he bit his lip. His shaky breath.

Amused, I adjusted my position, enjoying his indecision.

He was searching for a way out.

Until, finally, he sighed.

Like someone who realized they had none.

‘C–Can I ask something before I decide?”

I licked my lips, crossed my legs slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“Ask.”

The silence stretched.

His hands clenched together, nervous, trying to gather courage.

“What do you really want from me?”

His voice trembled. The fear was palpable.

“Do you want me to be what? A toy? Are you going to use me until you’re tired and then throw me away?”

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Chapter 26

Ah… What a delicious question.

I hadn’t expected him to be so direct.

That uncertainty in his voice.

The slight tremble.

The fear burning in his eyes.

Everything about him screamed vulnerability.

My smile came before I could stop it.

He knew he was walking on dangerous ground, asking that.

But what could I say?

Tell him that my obsession began the moment I first saw him.

That every damn detail of him was carved into my memory like a burning mark I couldn’t erase?

Anticipation mixed with pleasure as I watched him trying to read my face.

My voice slid out like sweet poison.

He’s mine forever.

The doubt still sparkled in his eyes–he didn’t fully believe me.

That, for me, was enough.

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