Following a disturbing encounter, Francisco lightly pushed Hazel's head, leading to a tense moment where their eyes met.

Hazel, her grip on the blanket tightened, glared at Francisco with a raging intensity.

"Fuck you, bastard!" she spat out in defiance, her words filled with venom. Francisco, seemingly unfazed, chuckled at her outburst.

"Really?" he mused, finding amusement in her resistance.

Kneeling on the bed, Francisco reached out to touch the blanket, taunting ...