[HAZEL'S HOUSE]
It was a dark room. The lights were off. The night city light cast its soft glow on the room. Hazel stood by the window. The gentle breeze was blowing her hair softly. A bottle was in her hand. A Liquid.
Her eyes were dark as she stared at the contents written on the bottle.
Sulfuric acid.
She rolled the bottle in her palm with a cruel smirk.
"You think this is over, Ixora?" she laughed menacingly.
"Pretty. I will strip away that newfound confidence of yours. Your beauty," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the bottle.
She squeezed it between her palms, imagining the things it would do to Ixora.
It would ruin her face. The one she is proud of. And she might lose her life in the process. She doesn't care, and then she will slowly make her way into the good books of her
