Chapter 164
Welcome to Hell
Chapter 164
Magnus Hale
I walk out of the bathroom firm, relaxed, and with a sharp mind. The weight of exhaustion and dirt is left behind.
And I think of him.
Of my little angel.
The smile grows, almost painful in its pleasure.
I walk through the silent hallway, each step inflating the anticipation.
I reach the cell, open the bars, step inside, and close them behind me. The metallic click reverberates through the space.
Adrian is standing in the corner, motionless, like someone awaiting a sentence.
His dark eyes avoid mine, but his quickened breathing gives him away.
A slow smile spreads across my face. I grab the curtains and pull them shut, enclosing the space around us.
Now there are no witnesses.
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Only silence and darkness.
‘Let’s have some fun, Adrian.” My voice slides out cold and lingering
I approach him with calculated steps, each one echoing like a drumbeat. I press my body against his, crushing him against the icy wall. One hand grips his waist, the other squeezes the back of his neck, tilting his head until there is no escape.
I invade his mouth in a hungry, brutal kiss, sucking the air from him. My tongue demands, dominates, and devours.
He gasps, his eyes wide with surprise. But suddenly, everything flips. In one swift movement, I am thrown against the wall; my back hits with a dry impact.
His mouth falls over mine like an attack. Adrian takes me by force, his tongue tearing through every space, striking like a blade inside my mouth. He bites, he sucks, and he tears groans from me that I cannot contain.
The air turns into a battlefield. Every funging movement is fierce and possessive, as if he wants to devour not just my lips, but my soul. His teeth sink into my lower lip, tearing the flesh. The taste of blood spreads hot and metallic, and he licks it as if it were a prize.
A hoarse grunt escapes my throat before I push him away. I pant, wiping the red streak with the back of my hand.
Adrian shows no fear. No hesitation.
He smiles. Slow, cruel, completely erasing the mask of the fragile boy from the cafeteria. What I see now is another being: dark, sadistic, and intoxicated by the pleasure of violence.
His eyes burn sharp, and his voice, heavy with mockery, cuts through the air like a whetted blade.
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“Hello, my Magnus.”
My jaw tightens.
“What the fuck is this? How do you know my name?” The words come out harsh, loaded with irritation.
He doesn’t back down. He keeps smiling, his tongue moistening his lips, his expression crazed.
“It doesn’t matter how I found out. I’ve waited so long for this moment… You have no idea, Magnus.”
His hand slides over his own face, his eyes ignited with insane desire.
“This body… your tattoos… I’ve always wanted you under me. Groaning, begging for my cock, losing yourself only for me.”
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A shiver runs down my spine.
“Have you gone fucking crazy?” I snap back, trying to drown out the unease with rage.
He laughs softly, a psychotic laugh.
“Yes, I’ve gone mad. Mad for you.” His gaze burns with obsession. “You can’t imagine how much I had to control myself not to attack you sooner. I spent days faking weakness, swallowing the contempt, and hiding among those worms. But now… now I can realize what I’ve always
dreamed of.”
I lunged at him.
The intent is clear: to punch him until he shuts his mouth. But he dodges with speed and hits my stomach with precision.
The air vanishes. My legs fail. 1 fall to my knees, gasping.
No one has ever hit me like that.
Adrian grabs my face with brutality, his fingers digging in like claws, and presses his mouth to mine in a sickly, desperate kiss, as if he wants
to eat me alive.
He bites without mercy, tears my lips; his tongue invades with fury, sucking every breath until he suffocates me. The taste of blood mixes with hot saliva, dripping down the corner of my mouth, turning the contact into something profane.
He doesn’t kiss.
He attacks.
He marks.
He consumes as if he were carving out his possession.
When he finally pushes me, the impact knocks me to the floor. He climbs on top of me with the natural ease of someone who always believed this place belonged to him.
I’ve always wanted to touch you, to kiss you…” His voice comes out labored, excited, and disturbed. “When you took my lips for the first time
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I went wild. I wanted to grab you right then and there. But I held back. It wasn’t time yet?
He gives a short, insane laugh.
“And when you kissed me in front of everyone… I almost broke, Feigning hatred was a martyrdom. Inside, I could only think of you
His eyes shine feverishly, ignited,
“When you slept… I touched you. I wanted so badly to mark you, to bite your skin, to leave my signs on your body?
His tongue runs over his lips, savoring his own confession.
‘I admit I didn’t want to reveal myself yet.” His voice comes out heavy, almost a moan of relief. But you forced me. And, I confess, I loved it.
Now I can finally touch you and show you who I really am.”
My breath fails me; I am still trying to comprehend the absurd strength hidden in that thin body. I try to react, I throw a punch, but my wrist is restrained with ease. His other hand rises and strikes my face with violence, my vision blurs for an instant.
‘I don’t want to hurt you, love,” His smile is insane. “But if you keep resisting, I’m going to have to.”
“Get the fuck off me!‘ The words come out hoarse, my voice weaker than ‘e like, “What do you want?”
The answer comes in the firm grip around my neck, stealing my air.
It’s in this instant that something forgotten for twenty years returns: feat
He leans in, his gaze devouring my every feature.
“What I want… is right here. Under me.”
His lips approach my ear; his tongue slides down my neck in a moist touch that makes me shiver against my will. Then, his teeth sink deep into my skin, tearing a grunt of pain from me.
His voice drops, heavy with madness.
“And I’m not letting you escape.”
The glow in his eyes distorts, a dark flash, almost inhuman. The macabre stile that accompanies it is so sickly that it freezes my blood.
For the first time in decades, I feel the weight of my mistake.
What have I gotten myself into?
What will become of me now?