Chapter 152
Chapter 152
I don’t waste any time.
I’m too anxious.
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I run my tongue over my lips, savoring in advance the scene I’m about to perform.
The night seems sculpted for me: the place, the company, the silence about to be broken.
I am already delighted just imagining the expression on my little angel’s face: her body trembling when she sees me enter, her skin tingling under the weight of my presence, her eyes begging without the courage to speak, her trembling lips pleading even before the sound comes out.
Every detail was already offering itself in my mind like an inevitable trophy, promised only to me.
I don’t reach the cell bars. Heavy footsteps force me to stop. At the end of the corridor, the warden appears with four guards. They are not my men, I recognize their stern looks, too young to understand the true order
The warden stops in front of me, his chin raised as if he wants to confront me. His voice comes out sharp.
“Do you still think you’re in charge of this prison, Executor p>
I smile slowly, a sound that hangs in the air like thunder.
“Of course I’m in charge.” I tilt my head, my eyes fixed on his. “You’re good for nothing p>
The silence lasts a second, enough to set the hallway on fire. The four guards react in unison: guns raised, black barrels pointed at my chest.
The sharp sound of the bolt pulls the air out of the room; the tension thickens.
“Watch your tongue, you bastard!” says one of them, hatred flashing in his eyes.
I laugh softly, savoring their fear.
“Curious… when was the last time someone had the courage to point a gun at me p>
The warden remains unperturbed, but sweat trickles down the side of his neck. He takes a firm step forward.
“You’re going to solitary, Executioner.” The sentence falls. “Maybe there you’ll learn to think about the consequences p>
“Consequences…” I repeat slowly, savoring the word like bitter wine. “I like that.” But don’t be fooled, warden: I’m the one who dictates consequences here. You pretend not to know, but you know too well.
One of the guards can’t contain his provocation. He steps forward, grabs my wrist brutally, and attaches the handcuffs to my belt. The cold metal closes tightly; my skin burns. I feel warm blood trickling down, but keep my face impassive.
No grimaces.
No moans.
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Just a serene gaze, as if I were the jailer.
“Why such brutality?” My voice is hoarse, almost intimate. “Be gentle, Me Guard p>
“Shut up!” The man explodes, pushing me against the wall to cuff my other wrist.
The impact elicits a metallic sound from the iron. My eyes meet his; I smile with disturbing calm.
“You’re trembling,” I say softly, in a low tone. “I can feel it. You’re scared, ren’t you p>
He turns his face away, without answering. The silence speaks louder than any words.
The warden gives a curt signal.
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“Take him away p>
I am dragged along by the two guards in front; the chains on my handcuffs jingle with every step. The entire corridor falls silent. Prisoners in their cells watch in silence, some with wide eyes, others stifling nervous laughter.
Seeing the “Executioner” handcuffed on his way to solitary confinement is a rare sight.
Inside me,
there is a bitter taste of frustration.
All I wanted was a wonderful night with my little angel.
To fuck him until he passed out.
Everything was lost.
I close my eyes for a second and think of his face: dark skin, trembling eyes, lips pressed together in fear. This image sustains me as I am
dragged away.
The solitary confinement door creaks as it opens. The smell of mold and dampness is frightening. They push me inside violently; my body hits the cold wall. They remove the handcuffs; the marks remain: red cuts, throbbing wrists.
“Enjoy the silence, Executioner.” The warden spits out the words like poison before closing the door. “You’ll have plenty of time to reflect p>
The door slams shut; the hallway returns to silence.
In the darkness of the cell, I let my head fall against the wall and smile to myself.
Do they really believe this will control me?
Pathetic.
As soon as I get out, the guard who injured my wrist will be the first to pay.
As for the little angel, he was lucky this time.
It doesn’t matter.
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The longer it takes, the more satisfying it will be when I finally have him side me.
Enjoy this time, little angel.
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42.73% 09.25 Mon, Feb 9 GD Welcome to Hell Sara Lili 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.