Love Unspoken

"Playing the pity card won't work with me." Walter grabbed her ankle with a firm grip. With a gentle pull, Quinn was sent sprawling backward, her head colliding harshly with the floor. A surge of pain seared through her.

As she lay there, dazed and disoriented, he tore away a significant portion of her clothing. Too stunned to register the pain, Quinn scrambled to her feet, retreating to a corner in a desperate search for safety.

However, the harsh reality was that no such sanctuary existed, just as there was no truth to her denial of her feelings for Alexander. Walter merely observed her, his gaze amused yet devoid of a smile. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, but Quinn deftly avoided his touch.

She drew her knees up to her chest, curling up tightly in the corner, her face buried in her knees. She wished fervently for a hole to appear, into which she could disappear.

"Look at you, covered in filth," he remarked. "I'm merely attempting to bathe you. What is it that you fear?"

His hand moved to stroke her damp hair, his fingers threading through and tightening their grip. He yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Are you trying my patience?" he inquired.

Quinn grimaced in pain, her face twisted in agony. With great effort, she gestured, "Release Abigail. Let her go, and I'll do whatever you say."

Walter responded with laughter, "Do you truly believe I would trust you?" His tone was indulgent, almost affectionate, if one could ignore the fact that he was still gripping her hair. "If I release her, will you truly obey?"

were to release Abigail, she would certainly not obey; she would rather take her own life than

Quinn's hair. "I'll give you one last opportunity. Remove your clothing yourself. Otherwise, I'll start with Abigail's

hard, gesturing once more, "Why? Why must you do this to me?" Walter held her gaze, unblinking, for a long

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pleaded, "What is it that you

Walter replied softly. "I want you to remember on your

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Quinn hesitated.

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quick gesture, Quinn replied, "But you claimed to have no interest

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