Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 67

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 67

Elijah Vaughn

The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain.

A crushing weight pressed down on my body, as if every muscle had been beaten to its limit. Even the simple act of breathing made my chest throb painfully, and when I tried to move my fingers, a sharp jolt shot through my arms, dragging a rough groan from my lips.

My eyes opened with difficulty, my eyelids heavy and burning, as if they were bruised and swollen shut. The dim light of the cell blinded me for a moment, and I needed a few seconds to adjust my vision.

I was alone.

I tried to turn my head to better scan the room, but a burst of pain radiated from the base of my neck to my scalp, forcing me to freeze in place.

F**k… I couldn’t even move without feeling like my body was being torn apart from the inside.

I closed my eyes again and tried to steady my breathing, fighting not to panic. But the knot tightening in my throat made everything harder.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to let out all the fear, the tension, and the relief tangled inside me in a suffocating spiral.

But I knew that if I started, the sobs would make my body hurt even more.

And I was already at my limit.

I didn’t need a mirror to know I was covered head to toe in bruises.

My skin had always been sensitive, and any bump left marks. So after everything that happened… it was impossible to imagine a single patch of me that wasn’t purple.

The Crusher had destroyed me, nearly killed me out there in the yard.

But I was alive.

And it wasn’t because I was strong enough to endure.

It was because Dante arrived in time.

A soft breath escaped me, a strange mix of emotions invading my chest.

Relief.

Gratitude.

But also fear.

Not fear of what could have happened… but of what actually did.

Dante didn’t abandon me.

The guards had lied.

Everything they told me was a fucking lie.

He never betrayed me, never threw me cut to die.

I was manipulated, and I almost accepted my death without fighting because I believed he didn’t want me anymore.

Just the idea of Dante not being by my side had been enough to destroy me inside.

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