Chapter 2 Rape

• 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, clouding her senses.
• ‘What should I do now?’
• ‘I feel so helpless like I have never felt before.’
• ‘Rafael!’
• ‘Did he kill Rafael?’
• Cold fingers brushed tenderly against Hazel's soft cheek. A sudden stillness enveloped her, her heart racing at the touch she recognized all too well.
• ‘ Francisco.’
• "Hazel!"
• His voice, cold and clamorous, echoed through the room. As the blindfold was lifted, his piercing ocean-blue eyes met her green gaze. In that moment, Hazel sensed an absence of fear and guilt in Francisco's eyes — only an unyielding determination for dominance and destruction.
• Tears welled in Hazel's eyes.
• Francisco, the orchestrator of her torment, loomed over her with an unsettling calmness that sent shivers down her spine. The cloth over her mouth was removed, and his fingers grazed her lips lightly.
• "Hazel Somerset."
• "What do you want?" Hazel's voice trembled.
• "Why did you bring me here?"
• "Why did I bring you here?"
• Francisco's question hung in the air as his cold fingers traced the exposed skin of Hazel's bare shoulder, adorned in an off-shoulder bridal dress.
• Disgust flickered in Hazel's eyes as she tried to recoil from his touch.
• "To enjoy the wedding night, Hazel," Francisco stated with a sinister grin, sending a chill down her spine. Hazel's widened eyes betrayed a mix of shock and horror at the revelation.
• Before she could react, Francisco forcibly pulled her and thrust her onto the bed. Hazel's brows arched in terror as she attempted to retreat, but Francisco's grip on her arms tightened.
• "You dare not think about it.”
• Francisco's fingers gently cupped her face.
• "Hazel, you have beautiful eyes, you know," he remarked, his tone chillingly calm.
• "These beautiful eyes will make me soft again.”
• “But right now, I will just show you who I am actually."
• The stench of alcohol emanated from Francisco's body.
• As he finished speaking, he callously tied the cloth over Hazel's eyes.
• "What are you doing?”
• “Stop it!"
• Hazel's attempt to resist Francisco's advances intensified as she felt his aggressive kiss forcefully sealing her lips. Panic surged within her as she grappled with the disbelief that this could be happening.
• ‘No,’ she thought, her mind racing.
• ‘Is he for real?’
• ‘I can’t let him do it with me.’
• The urgency to free her from the binding ropes became a desperate plea in her mind.
• Hazel tried to stop, but it seemed Francisco became a monster; he was no longer a human.
• Hazel's attempts to resist were met with a cruel reality as he bit down on her lips, the sharp pain tearing a cry from her. Before she could comprehend the brutality of the situation, her dress was violently torn from her bosom.
• "Stop!"
• Hazel's plea echoed through the mansion, but it seemed lost in the shadows that enclosed them. Frantically, she tried to shield herself, placing her bound hands protectively on her bosom.
• Francisco, devoid of mercy, seized her wrist and forced it above her head, tightening his grip until she could no longer move.
• The onslaught continued as Francisco, driven solely by his depraved desires, assaulted Hazel's bosom with a series of kisses and bites.
• Hazel's gasps for breath were drowned in the darkness that enveloped her.
• ‘No, this can't be happening,’ she thought, each plea lost in the void.
• Francisco, deaf to her cries, continued his ruthless assault, twisting his tongue and delivering bites on her buds that left Hazel in a state of anguished despair.
• "Please, leave me, Francisco," Hazel begged.
• But Francisco's lust-fueled rage rendered him impervious to her pleas. His eyes reflected both desire and fury, a volatile mix that fueled his brutal actions.
• As Francisco's torment intensified, Hazel hiccupped through her tears, desperately pleading, "Don't, please."
• Her resistance only seemed to goad him further. Francisco, consumed by his distorted perceptions of betrayal, treated Hazel with increasing aggression.
• "Stop... Stop it," Hazel implored, the desperation in her voice echoing in the mansion's haunted silence.
• Francisco, fixated on his misguided sense of vengeance, paid no heed. His fingers touched her most vulnerable parts, violating the last shreds of her dignity.
• ‘You didn't push him away, then why me, Hazel?’
• Francisco's twisted justification fueled his cruel determination.
• Ignoring her cries, he bit into her belly, leaving a mark that mirrored the scars on her soul. The monstrous act reached its peak as he callously spread her legs.
• A cruel tenderness accompanied Francisco's touch on Hazel's most intimate parts.
• "No," Hazel pleaded in a trembling tone, her eyes still bound, helpless in the darkness that shrouded her.
• "You will do this with him, right?"
• Francisco's calm voice sliced through the air, his question laden with a distorted sense of entitlement. Hazel, unable to see, pressed her trembling lips together.
• "Hazel!"
• Francisco called out her name as he tightened his grip on her waist.
• Her pleas for mercy hung around.
• "Please..." she begged, desperation etched in every word. But Francisco, deaf to her cries, proceeded with his invasive actions, crossing every boundary with a sinister determination.
• As Francisco finally entered her, Hazel's world crumbled. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her breaths shallow and erratic.
• Everything within her screamed in violation, and tears streamed down her face.
• She summoned the strength to utter a warning through her sobs, "Rafael will kill you.”
• “I will not spare you."
• Francisco, lost in his own pleasure, tightened his jaw at the mention of Rafael. He thrust deeply, silencing Hazel's cries as he leaned in close to her ear, a sinister whisper carrying the weight of his malevolence.
• Whispers of malevolence filled the room as Francisco, lost in the throes of his pleasure, leaned into Hazel's ear.
• "Don't spare me, then, darling," he murmured with a perverse tenderness.
• "And about Rafael, he is no more.”
• “From now on, I am your future."
• Hazel, still reeling from the physical and emotional assault, took a deep breath, attempting to process the chilling words she had just heard.
• The revelation struck her like a blow.
• Her lover, Rafael, was gone.
• ‘That means...’
• Hazel's thoughts trailed off, her cries and movements stilled.
• A profound shock overcame her as she grappled with the harsh reality that Francisco presented. Rafael, the man she was supposed to marry, was no more.
• "Rafael!”
• Water rolled from her eyes, yet her body remained frozen. It was as if Francisco was intimating with a lifeless shell, but he showed no signs of remorse or restraint. His relentless actions continued until he reached his final peak.
• ‘Hazel, I know I won't get the light, but as I won't get it, I won't let anyone have the light.’
• He pressed on, forcing her to endure the aftermath of the violation.
• ‘You are mine.’
• ‘You are only mine.’
• ‘Hazel Somerset, you are only mine.’
• Francisco’s thought, laden with possessiveness and malevolence.