Hazel's eyes widened in horror as time seemed to slow down around her. The joyous occasion had morphed into a nightmare. The purity of her white dress was marred by a sinister stain — a bloodstain. A surreal stillness settled over the church, shattered only by Hazel's piercing scream."Rafael!"Her love, her would-be husband, stood before her, his white coat now a canvas of crimson. The world around her blurred as the reality of the situation dawned. The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror."Ra - fael!"Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence.Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despai
Hazel's world had narrowed to the dimly lit room, the cold wall against her back, and the tight restraints binding her.The muffled groans were the only testament to her struggle against the ominous circumstances that had befallen her. Fear gripped her, amplified by the uncertainty of what awaited her.The creak of the opening door sent shivers down Hazel's spine. Her groans intensified as she strained to see through the darkness, desperate to identify her captor."Umm..."A hesitation escaped her lips, drowned out by the echoes of her own anguish.As Hazel recoiled, her back meeting the unyielding wall, a realization dawned upon her - escape was futile.Her thoughts raced, trying to unravel the mystery of why she was there and what fate awaited her.In the deafening silence, Hazel's mind fixated on one name - Rafael.The mere thought quickened her heartbeat, as she grappled with the possibility of who might be the reason behind her predicament. Dread and confusion intertwined, cloudi
Francisco sat on the couch, indulging in a cigarette, the room permeated with the lingering scent of smoke.Hazel lay naked on the bed, her back turned toward him, vulnerable and exposed. The cold air from the AC chilled the room, causing Hazel to curl up on the bed, seeking warmth.As Francisco took the last drag of his cigarette, he extinguished it in the ashtray. Rising from the sofa, he approached the bed, his gaze fixed on Hazel's delicate form. Tenderly, he traced his fingers along her cold arms.The aftermath of her tears and the torment she endured left her unconscious.With a gentle touch, Francisco moved strands of her hair away from her forehead. Hazel's eyes were closed, still bearing the marks of her recent ordeal. Slowly, he began to untie the cloth covering her eyes, revealing closed eyelids beneath.Francisco's fingers delicately brushed against her closed eyelids, a momentary pause in the relentless storm. ‘I would not able to do it while looking at you so I tied you
Sitting beside Hazel, Diana gently spoke, "You need to eat something."Hazel's gaze remained averted, a silent protest against the reality she found herself trapped in.Diana turned to Lily, seeking a solution."Do you have any women's dresses here?" she inquired.Lily shook her head, indicating that there were none available."Master already ordered everything; it will come soon," Lily added."Then give me his shirt or anything," Diana requested.Lily nodded and left the room, leaving Diana alone with Hazel. Diana turned her attention to the silent figure on the bed, Hazel, who remained fixated on the ceiling.Diana offered a gentle plea, "If you don't eat, you can't get up."Yet, Hazel remained silent, a stoic presence in the aftermath of unspeakable violation."I just want to say, if you need to save yourself, you have to listen to Francisco," Diana continued, her voice tinged with an underlying urgency."He told me to feed you. So please eat something before he comes here."Hazel s
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 her."That means you don't have a problem with my warmth." In a swift motion, he snatched the blanket away from her, leaving Hazel exposed."Stop it!"Hazel shouted, her hands instinctively covering herself.Francisco seized her wrist and pulled her closer."I like to dress you up with my warmth, Hazel," he declared, a disturbing possessiveness coloring his words.Hazel's teary eyes met his, but within their depths, only hatred and rage for him simmered.Francisco, noticing Hazel's struggle, questioned the mark on her for
The graveyard was filled with a somber assembly of police officers, each bearing the weight of grief for their fallen comrade, Ken. The loss of such a brave and skilled officer left a void that could never be filled.All present, including Robert, Adam, Freddie, and every police officer, except for Peter and the critically injured Rafael, gathered to bid farewell to their fallen companion.Ken's absence echoed through their ranks, a painful reminder of the dangers inherent in their line of duty.The identity of those responsible for this tragedy remained elusive, shrouded in shadows that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.The search for Hazel, a potential key to unraveling the chaos, proved futile as she had vanished from the church amid the chaos."Did you find any suspicious things around his house?" he inquired about Francisco, who he believed to be behind the orchestrated chaos.Adam's response was disheartening. "Still not. Also, on the wedding day, he had a party. He pl
At the expansive dining table, Hazel and Francisco sat at opposite ends, a tense silence lingering between them. The room echoed only with the clinking of cutlery against plates as they consumed their meals.Lily, the silent servant in this grand mansion, served them with a demeanor that hinted at her reluctance. Once done, she discreetly left them alone in the vastness of the dining room.Francisco's gaze lifted from his plate, fixing on Hazel. She wore a pink knee-length cocktail dress, a choice made by Francisco himself. His meticulous selection highlighted her perfect silhouette, the dress accentuating her curves.As Francisco observed her, his gaze descended, unsettlingly fixating on her cleavage. A deep breath escaped him, his focus locked on her form.Placing his hands on the table, he rested his chin upon them, intensifying his scrutiny. His eyes roved over Hazel's lips, fingers, and every subtle movement she made.Unexpectedly, Hazel lifted her gaze from her plate, confrontin
Hazel's frustration and defiance boiled within her as Francisco continued his callous actions. She confronted him, her eyes narrowed with intensity."If it is not the thing, then leave me or kill me," she challenged, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and desperation."I know you won’t leave me, so why don’t you kill me?""Then no one will be alive to say you killed us."Francisco, seemingly unfazed, continued changing his dress, displaying a blatant disregard for her words. Hazel, feeling the weight of her helplessness, moved forward on the bed."Shameless!" she hissed as she observed Francisco's dismissive actions."How could you be so disrespectful to your girlfriend?" Hazel spat out her words with contempt."Do you even love her?""Do you have a heart?"“Also whom I am saying all this, a criminal who killed a lot of people, doing all kind of illegal stuff.”Hazel tightened her teeth.Hazel's frustration intensified as Francisco, seemingly indifferent, continued to disregard h