Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

When I returned, Elijah had his eyes closed, but his breathing told me he was still awake.

I placed everything on the bed and set the bucket beside it. I wet some cotton from the first–aid kit, lathered it with soap, and gently cleaned his body.

Every movement was calculated, removing the sweat and dried blood without touching the injured areas.

Every mark on him fueled my fury, but I swallowed it for now. He needed care, not violence.

After cleaning him patiently, I dried his skin with the towel, ensuring he was comfortable.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

I looked at him and offered a small smile.

“Of course I’ll take care of you, bunny. I’ve told you… You’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”

He averted his gaze to the ceiling, taking a deep breath.

‘I really thought you’d abandoned me.”

My hands paused for a moment.

‘I felt fear, sadness, and the worst… betrayal. You didn’t want to hear me. So I couldn’t even fight back against the Crusher… And I didn’t feel the need to, either.”

His eyes shimmered with raw vulnerability.

Because… I’d rather die if I couldn’t have you with me.”

A jolt shot through my chest.

My bunny.

My desire for him went beyond the flesh.

It wasn’t physical anymore; it was something deeper, more visceral,

I didn’t need to break him anymore–he was already molded to my will.

His mind was rotted by my presence, rooted in me irreversibly.

He might believe he had a choice, but the truth was… there was never an escape.

There never will be.

I could enjoy it now.

He was by my side.

Forever.

“Don’t worry, Elijah. I’ll never let you go. Even if one day you want to leave, I won’t allow it.”

I traced my fingers softly along his face, absorbing the way he relaxed under my touch.

“You’re my greatest treasure, my beautiful masterpiece. My addiction.”

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Chapter 66

He smiled faintly, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

I can see that… Thank you for saving me, Dante.”

I caressed his hair, allowing myself a rare moment of tenderness.

I’ll always save you, baby.”

I waited a while before gently taking his arms and applying the ointment to his bruises, massaging carefully. Even in sleep, he whimpered in pain, but f continued.

I could feel how much he had surrendered.

So vulnerable in my arms, so defenseless… so mine.

I may have manipulated many things… I molded every step and crafted every scenario so he would fall exactly where I wanted.

But only he… only Elijah will have my hands to care for his body.

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