Love Unspoken

Seated in the car, Alexander gazed out at the torrential rain that drenched the city, the persistent patter of raindrops veiling everything in a sheet of water cascading down the window panes. Meanwhile, Walter was driving with Quinn in tow.

Their car swerved unsteadily for what seemed an eternity in the storm.

When the rain slightly eased, Walter pulled over to the curb and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Get out," he commanded. Quinn bit her lip, reluctant to leave the car.

But Walter didn't give her a choice. He came around, opened the door, and dragged her out. The rain continued to fall, and they were quickly soaked to the skin without umbrellas.

Walter pulled Quinn forward, stumbling across the wet ground behind him. She glanced up hurriedly; it appeared to be a farm.

They entered through the main gate to a vast courtyard peppered with a multitude of vegetables, and the houses were two-story wooden structures.

The sprawling farmstead was eerily quiet and utterly deserted. Walter dragged her into a room, pushed her onto the floor, and then he opened a closet.

out a set of clothes. Quinn looked back at him with wide eyes from her seated position on the floor, disbelief painting her features as he began to change his clothes right

stare at the firmly closed door, the thought

that even if she dashed from the farmhouse,

in new attire, squatting

eyes to his, and there he was, no longer in traditional attire but now

hung down beside his ears, and those eyes-when they

tightly, her heart pounding loudly within her chest. Flashing back to the last time he tormented her, Quinn didn't dare to imagine what he might do

nails nearly digging into her palms. Walter raised his hand, turned

lip, Quinn refused to meet his

let out a laugh as he stood up, tossing her a set of clothes from the bed, "Put these on." Quinn

seen everything already?" His words instantly flushed Quinn's

a third time." His tone was firm. With stiff fingers, Quinn held the clothes