Love Unspoken

Walter observed with a slight smirk as Quinn methodically shed her garments.

She then positioned herself facing the wall, as though she yearned to disappear into its cold, unyielding surface. Her raven hair tumbled down her back, its darkness a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. "Pants," he commanded.

Quinn's spine rigidified at the command. Her fingers, tightly gripping her arms, blanched. Her lithe, fragile form trembled within the water's icy embrace.

She had relinquished all hope of salvation.

For she knew, from countless pleas and cries for help, that no one would come. No one had ever extended a helping hand, not even a mere gesture of sympathy.

She was no longer the naive child of her past, protected by others.

Ulysses was gone.

Alexander had withdrawn his affection.

Her world had transformed into a barren wasteland, devoid of life and warmth. Even the sole person who had once cared for her as a friend was now under Walter's control. What was the point of her struggles, her dignity?

Quinn surrendered. She ceased her resistance. 'Whatever Walter desires, I'll comply.

'If he commands me to strip, I'll strip. If he wishes for my death, I'll meet it head-on.

cares for my pitiful

'It doesn't matter.'

chill had seeped into her bones,

the world around her began to spin. A familiar wave of vertigo

wavered, and she crumpled onto the cold

...

disappearance, Kyle

courtyard,

He continued his work as if nothing had changed, returning home as if Quinn was

before, almost making it a point

a mystery to

minutes, the villa's door swung open, revealing Alexander, impeccably dressed as

his gaze distant. After a cursory glance at

casting a glance

seat, his head

not disturb the silence. He started

exchanged a glance and a polite greeting before stepping into the elevator together. Walter took a second look at Alexander,

"Why bother