Welcome to Hell
Chapter 44
Elijah Vaughn.
“You will become mine. Forever.”
The weight of his words fell over me like invisible chains.
“I’m giving you a chance to think.”
He stepped back, his eyes still locked on mine, scanning every detail of my expression.
“I’m going to shower in the guards‘ bathroom. In the meantime, use mine–and decide what you truly want.”
His eyes gleamed with something dark.
“But choose wisely. Because if you choose me… you’ll have to face everything I am.”
The silence turned suffocating.
“My obsession. My possessiveness. My sick desire to own every part of you.”
Each word landed like a sentence.
“I hope you think carefully, because after tonight… there will be no escape.”
And then he turned, leaving the cell and plunging me into absolute silence.
My lungs burned. My head spun.
I swallowed hard and stood up.
The corridor was already cloaked in nighttime quiet.
The inmates were locked in their cells,
A guard patrolled the hall slowly but didn’t even glance at me.
My hands trembled slightly as I closed the bathroom door behind me.
I undressed and placed the uniform on the sink before stepping under the shower and turning on the water. The hot stream rolled over my shoulders, but it didn’t bring any relief.
What am I doing?
My head dropped against the cold tiles, thoughts spiraling into chaos I couldn’t untangle.
Just a few days ago, my life was simple.
Work.
University.
A girlfriend.
Everything felt clear.
I was straight.
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I always had been.
But now… I didn’t even know who I was anymore.
I hated to admit it, but I felt something for Dante.
Was it because of the kisses?
The way he touched me?
The way he made me feel?
Or was it because, in the middle of all this madness, he was the only one who actually listened to me?
When everyone else condemned me, he was the one who believed in me.
Even as a monster, he gave me a voice.
Maybe that was it.
Maybe that’s why everything about him gets under my skin.
But Dante isn’t kind.
He knows how to be.
But only when he wants to be.
As long as I obey him, I get that softer side.
But what happens if I disobey?
What happens when his patience runs out?
I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.
On my second day in this prison, he forced me.
Even if I felt pleasure, it was rape.
And that’s the truth.
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t let him touch me.
But my lips gave in.
My body accepted him.
And that terrified me.
1 braced my hands against the shower wall, my breath quickening.
If I go back to his cell… there’s no turning back..
And as much as I wanted to deny it, a dark part of me already knew the answer.
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I lifted my face, letting the hot water run down my cheeks, sliding across my skin like a silent touch, washing away some of the tension.
I liked his kisses.
I’d never really been kissed before.
Not even by Sabrina.
That relationship had been nothing more than shallow caresses, rushed kisses, and empty affection.
But his… They made me feel something I’d never felt.
Every touch was a command.
Every kiss, an invisible mark that burned into my skin.
And that day…
The way he took me in his mouth, sucking me like it was something he craved more than anything, like I was his addiction…
The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.
Even in fear, it felt good.
No one had ever touched me like that.
I’d never been desired that way.
It was insanity.
How could I like someone who forced me?
How could I find pleasure in the idea of belonging to someone who broke me?
I should be afraid.
I should hate him.
But how can I fear a man who treats me so well… as long as I obey?
That’s what disarms me.
Dante doesn’t want me to be perfect.
He doesn’t demand I live up to impossible expectations.
All he wants is for me to follow his rules.
When I broke my brother’s nose, there was no punishment.
No disappointment in his eyes.
Just laughter–full of pride,
If it had been my parents, I would’ve been punished, forced to apologize, and lectured on how violence isn’t the answer.
But he approved.
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And for some reason, that got to me.
Maybe because, for the first time, someone didn’t try to fix me.
I’m insane.
Completely insane.
My heart races when I’m with him.
When he touches me.
When he smiles that satisfied smile, it’s like he knows he’s already
F**k.
I want Dante.
won.
I don’t know if I’ll regret this decision someday… But I have nothing left to lose.
I’ve already lost everything.
So if I’m going to gain something, let it be someone who at least wants me.
Someone who, in some twisted way, might love me.
I closed my eyes for a moment before turning off the water.
I grabbed a towel and dried myself, trying to steady my breathing.
The fogged mirror reflected my hesitation–but my mind was already made up.
I brushed my teeth, put on the uniform, and stepped out of the bathroom.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I arrived at the cell, he was already there.
Sitting on the bed, his hair still damp, loose over his broad shoulders.
His bare chest glistened under the dim light, highlighting his defined muscles and the tattoos spread across his tanned skin.
His jumpsuit hung open to his hips, revealing more skin than it should.
His eyes locked on me the second I stepped in.
There was something in them.
A glint I couldn’t quite place.
The air between us thickened with tension.
“Close the bars, little bunny,” he said softly but firmly. “And pull the curtain.”
I swallowed hard.
Even knowing there was no going back—I obeyed.
Welcome to Hell
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
