Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 29

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Welcome to Hell

Chapter 29

I didn’t care what they did with it.

I walked down the corridor, descending the steps of the cafeteria with steady strides, feeling the prisoners‘ stares burning from behind their bars.

The silence was almost tangible–a mute acknowledgment that death had visited this block once again.

As I spotted a guard ahead, I made a quick gesture with my hand.

“Bring two bandages and ointment to my cell.”

He nodded without question and disappeared down the hall.

I continued my path, planning to head straight for the bathroom, but my patience was tested once more.

The rookie.

The dumbass who thinks he’s in charge.

“What are you doing out of your cell, Reaper?”

The arrogance in his voice dripped like

Jenom, but all it did was piss me off.

I rolled my eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“None of your fucking business.”

His face turned red with fury, lips parting to spit out some provocation.

Fatal mistake.

Before he could utter a single word, I lunged, grabbing his neck and lifting him into the air like a rag doll.

His body twisted immediately, hands clawing at my wrist, trying in vain to break my crushing grip.

The panic in his eyes was almost funny.

He kicked at the air until one boot hit my leg. I felt nothing but irritation.

My fingers tightened around his throat.

‘Don’t test me, you piece of shit,”

The threat came out low and cold, soaked in disdain.

I felt his frantic pulse beneath my palm, beating like a cornered animal’s.

“You think you run anything here? You don’t run a fucking thing.”

He tried to say something, but only raspy, broken sounds came from his crushed throat.

I leaned in, letting him smell the fresh blood still on my lips.

“You better watch yourself,” I said firmly, my eyes drilling into his. “Because if you keep pretending to be king around here, your head will roll.

His arms flailed, fingers twitching in sheer desperation. His face turned purple, tears leaking involuntarily

Vulnerable.

A faint smile tugged at my lips as I approached. I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers brushing gently across his face. The warmth of his skin beneath my touch tightened something in my chest.

Soft.

So incredibly soft.

His chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm, his breathing slow and steady. His long lashes fluttered slightly, like he was trapped in some distant dream.

I watched every detail, every little involuntary movement. Even in sleep, he was hypnotizing.

I took the ointment and dabbed it carefully onto the wound, then applied the bandage. My possession had to be flawless. Then, I did the same for my own cut, covering the mark left by the fight with Dog.

After putting the items away, I pulled the curtain across the cell, sealing off our private world. I lay down beside him and pulled him into me, breathing in the soft scent of his hair.

So sweet.

So perfect.

“Sleep well, bunny.”

I whispered, closing my eyes.

And, for the first time that day, allowing myself to rest.

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