I can do whatever I want

Francisco's face contorted with anger as he disregarded her words, his hands tugging at his sleeves in a display of simmering violence. With a chilling indifference, he revealed the veins bulging beneath his skin, a silent threat of brutality yet to come.

"Rape?"

Francisco's stern gaze bore down on her, his presence looming over her like a menacing shadow.

With deliberate intent, Francisco closed the distance between them, his movements purposeful as he clasped her face in his palm. Together, they stood beneath the unforgiving stream of water, its cold embrace enveloping them both.

"I can do whatever I want," Francisco declared, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I just want you to accept me."

"If you see the real me, then you can understand what I am capable of doing for you," Francisco continued, his words a chilling reminder of the depths of his obsession.

"I will kill my own existence because I want you to hold my existence," he confessed, his tone tinged with desperation.

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