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.

cell phone in his hand, taunting, "Do you want to see how pathetic you just looked?" Quinn's pupils dilated slightly, her body stiffening as her gaze shifted to the screen. Displayed on it was a video of her eating from the bowl moments ago. The feeling of humiliation, inexplicably, intensified. She wished she could simply vanish from this world. 'That would be just fine...' Walter toyed with his phone, admiring the video, a smile playing on his lips. "I wish I could send this to Alexander," he mused. Quinn clenched her fists, understanding his implication all too well. She looked away in shame, unable to respond. Without warning, Walter reached out and gently untied the rope binding her wrists. The moment he did, Quinn felt a weight lift from her body. She slid from the chair, landing lightly on 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

over the sound of the water. "If you wait for me

line as she stared at the man, her face a mix of

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

slowly clenched around 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

towards him. Quinn instinctively