Francesca sobbed, her voice filled with despair. "Andrew… I've said everything. You still won't accept me? Do you just want to watch me die? Or… is it because you don't care about me at all?"

Andrew quickly shook his head. "No, Fran, you're wrong. I would never let you die."

"Then give me what I need!" Francesca cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. "I can't take it anymore, Andrew! I'd rather die than go through this torture!"

Andrew hesitated, his heart softening at the sight of her tear-filled eyes and pained expression. He knew he could not drag this out any longer—he had to act.

"Alright, Fran… but brace yourself. It might hurt a little."

Francesca's flushed face brightened with a gentle, relieved smile. "Andrew… I trust you. I'm not afraid. Just… give me what I need," she whispered softly.

Andrew carefully laid her on the bed and reached out, his heated hands making contact with her trembling body. Francesca let out a quiet, kitten-like whimper. For the firs