Love Unspoken

By Alexander's side, she had been nothing more than a caged dog. He would stroke her gently when he was in a good mood, and cast her aside when he wasn't, forbidding her from seeking affection elsewhere. She had no dignity. To everyone around her, she was a laughingstock.

How could she possibly put Abigail at risk for the sake of her insignificant shred of dignity?

Walter watched her intently, the smile in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a glint of something unreadable. Her disheveled hair truly did make her resemble a small, pitiful dog.

Quinn finished the last of the food, biting her lip as she looked up at Walter, a hidden light flickering in her eyes. Despite believing that she had no dignity left, the humiliation still rushed back to her in waves, leaving her feeling trapped and cornered.

the floor like a feather. Walter grabbed her by her clothes, hoisting her up and dragging her outside. Quinn was too weak to resist. The collar around her neck tightened, choking her until she was on the verge of suffocation. Walter hauled her into the bathroom, tossed her onto the floor, and turned on the shower, dousing her with cold water. The icy spray chilled Quinn to the bone, causing her to shiver and curl up in the corner. Walter squatted down in front of her, holding the showerhead. "Take it off," he commanded. Quinn shuddered, staring at him in dismay as the water poured down her face, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks and obscuring her vision. "Don't worry," Walter said with a smirk, "I'm not interested in you, especially not a woman who's been toyed with by Alexander." It was hard to believe that such vile words could

sound of the water. "If you wait for me to do

man, her face a mix of shame, anger, and fear. She was overwhelmed with emotions, yet she couldn't express

her reddened eyes and disheveled hair. A woman looking at a man with humiliation in her eyes could stir a man's desire for conquest and dominance, especially if she was beautiful. Walter stared back at her,

her shirt, her mind racing. Walter lost his patience and dropped the showerhead. It hit the floor and writhed like a snake, water spraying everywhere and soaking both of

yanked her towards him. Quinn instinctively wrapped her