Those fingers?

Francisco’s eyes narrowed as he observed Hazel’s fury and desperation.

He moved closer, grabbing her arms firmly as she struggled to break free.

“Kill?” Francisco’s tone was icy. “How could you say that?”

Hazel’s eyes, filled with tears and defiance, refused to meet his. Her mind was racing, trying to reconcile the brutal reality before her with the love she had once tried to convince herself she felt.

“I did not kill them, honey,” Francisco said, forcing Hazel to look up at him. His grip was unyielding, and his expression was one of cruel amusement. He seemed to relish her distress.

Hazel, however, was not in the mood for his games. She wrenched herself away from his grasp, her voice breaking into a shout. “Ah...!”

Francisco’s smile faded as Hazel’s anger reached a boiling point. “Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, her voice hoarse and filled with rage. “Just tell me where they are! What have you done to them?”

Her words cut through the dimly lit room with a raw intensity. Francisco’s e