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Alexander had withdrawn his affection.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

'It doesn't matter.'

had seeped into her bones,

the world around her began to spin.

wavered, and she crumpled

...

Quinn's disappearance, Kyle was

villa's courtyard, anxiety gnawing at his

Alexander remained the picture of calm. He continued

more diligent than before, almost making it a point to return

remained a mystery to

door

After a cursory glance at Kyle, he made his

seat, casting a glance at Alexander

in his seat, his head slightly tilted,

dared not disturb the silence. He started the car and drove

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

him, "Why bother finding something that never truly