Love Unspoken

Tears mingled with saliva dripped from her chin, dampening the assailant's palm. It was impossible to tell her tears from her saliva.

The thug's eyes blazed with a perverse fervor as he sneered, "You got a tongue? Why aren't you talking?"

"Why do you care if she's got a tongue? Can we just cut to the chase!" his accomplice retorted, a note of impatience tingeing his voice. "I'm losing my damn patience here." "What's the rush?" The first thug wiped his hands on Quinn's clothes with disdain, casting a fleeting glance at her tear-streaked face before snapping, "Let's find somewhere out of sight." Despite her mute state, they were in a bustling area where someone might intervene, creating an unwanted complication.

Quinn's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of assistance. But apart from a few indifferent bystanders who seemed to inhabit a different world, no one else was in sight.

Alexander had banished her for two weeks, but in just one night, he had demonstrated that without him, she was merely prey for the vultures prowling the streets.

Outmatched, Quinn stumbled and was hauled into deeper shadows by the two thugs, her strength paling in comparison to theirs.

They led her to a desolate park, where the sparsely positioned lights failed to illuminate its entirety.

She was ushered into a secluded corner of the park, shrouded by foreboding pine trees. It was an ideal setting for their nefarious intentions.

The pair grinned maliciously as they forced Quinn to the ground, pinning her arms and legs. Her head thrashed wildly. Her mouth opened in silent pleas for help, but no sound escaped her lips. Emboldened by her silence, the thugs grew bolder.

One sat on her legs, his excitement palpable as he reached to tear at her clothing.

she writhed helplessly. Her

echoed from the looming figures above her. She squeezed her eyes shut, allowing the

the thug straddling her legs reached down to remove her pants, his hand

up to

"Damn it!"

of them scrutinizing the white pants-her birthday gift from

"Is it her... period?"

be this

glance, a wave of disgust and fear washing over them as reality snapped back into

them swallowed hard, murmuring reluctantly, "Maybe

up by some other dude. Disgusting. Let's get out

want to catch anything from her. That'd be

of their actions, it was an easy assumption to make that the mute girl had been victimized by many

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and, in a final act of contempt, spat on Quinn. They hastily draped

tried to get up, but the pain was too intense, causing her to collapse back to the