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Alexander had withdrawn his affection.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.

one cares for my

'It doesn't matter.'

the bathroom's chill had seeped into

her began to spin. A

and she crumpled onto the cold

...

third day since Quinn's disappearance, Kyle was yet to

paced the villa's courtyard, anxiety gnawing at

was consumed by worry, Alexander remained the picture of calm. He continued his work as if nothing had changed, returning home as if

than before, almost

thoughts remained a mystery to

the villa's door

distant. After a

into the driver's seat, casting a glance at Alexander

seat, his head slightly tilted, eyes closed in

dared not disturb the silence. He started the

towards the elevator, Walter appeared. They exchanged a glance and a polite greeting before stepping into the

"Why bother finding