Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 53

hapter 53

Every piece of this game was put in the right place, and he fell like a naïve lamb into the wolf’s mouth.

My little rabbit has been tamed.

He believes he had a choice, that he made that decision of his own free will. But he never knew that every possibility was shaped to lead him to the same destination: me.

He could have tried to run away, he could have resisted, he could have cried out for help, but in the end…. it would have been useless.

There was never another way. Another option.

If he hadn’t come on his own, I would have pulled him out of wherever he was. I would have destroyed everything around him, broken down every barrier, and crushed any hope of freedom until there was nothing left, nothing but me.

But that’s better.

Now he believes he has chosen me.

So sweet.

So vulnerable.

I let out a satisfied sigh, my fingers sliding lazily over his skin, feeling every little shiver it provoked.

The pleasure of having him by my side was undeniable, but the real ecstasy came from the certainty that he would never discover the truth.

He would never realize the invisible chains that imprisoned him nor the depth of the abyss into which I had thrown him.

He sees me as his protector, his only pillar in the midst of chaos, the only one capable of holding him up when everything falls apart.

Poor little rabbit.

He hardly realizes that he can no longer escape.

But I’m not finished yet.

Your body belongs to me, but your mind… ah, that still needs to be shaped.

Shaped until there’s no more room for doubt.

Until every thought is about me.

Until every decision revolves around what I want.

Until he doesn’t even remember who he was before me.

The mind is fragile, vulnerable, and deceptive.

I need to erode it.

Reform it.

Erase any remnants of resistance.

Until the only thing he can desire, the only presence he longs for, the only existence that makes sense to him… is mine.

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Chapter 53

I’m going to break it down gently, brick by brick, replacing every fragment of its old identity with something new.

Something of mine.

My treasure.

My greatest achievement.

The most valuable piece of my existence.

Something that belongs to me irrevocably, that can’t be replaced, can’t be replicated, and can’t be handed over to anyone else.

Because Elijah is not a toy.

He is my obsession.

My addiction.

My damn need.

I squeezed your waist, sliding my lips down the nape of your neck, feeling your body relax even more against mine.

If I’d known the truth, I would have tried to resist.

Because now, there’s no turning back.

He’s already mine.

In my soul.

And I will never, ever let him escape.

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I watched him, asleep, unaware of my manipulation.

Carefully, I slid one of my hands around his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

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