C87 I cut her wings

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