Love Unspoken

The tension in Getty's fingers was palpable as they clenched her purse. She would be deceiving herself if she claimed the desire to flee was absent. Yet, the frosty visage of Alexander, flashing in her mind's eye, swiftly extinguished any such inclination. However, she found herself unable to relinquish her hold. Love, she mused, was a truly terrifying entity.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Getty's lips as she resigned herself to her fate. It appeared that in this lifetime, she was irrevocably ensnared in his clutches.

Upon departing the complex, Alexander made a beeline for home. However, his destination was not his customary residence at Riverside Court, but a secluded villa on Midhill Lane. This villa, usually devoid of life save for the caretakers, was unusually bustling with additional guards that day.

The security guard stationed at the entrance immediately recognized Alexander's car and respectfully swung the gate open, his gaze following the retreating vehicle. Once the car had disappeared from sight, he promptly secured the iron gate

once more.

Alexander brought his car to a halt in front of one of the villas. His aide, Sean Vance, promptly rushed over to open the car door for him.

"Alexander."

"Where is he?"

"Inside," Sean responded hastily, leading the way not through the villa, but around to the backyard.

The backyard served as a haven for pets, which were allowed to roam freely within an enclosure at night and confined during the day. This was where Walter was supposed to be held captive.

cage with the animals, hoping the

they arrived at the backyard, they were met with a starkly different scene. A group of hounds were huddled in a corner, their bodies forming a makeshift bed for Walter. On a chilly night like this, the warmth radiating from the dogs

his hands cushioning his head, seemingly either resting his eyes or asleep. The sight turned Sean's complexion ashen,

this..." He trailed off, unable to complete his sentence, taken aback

Alexander's words were flippant as he pushed the gate open and

his scent, began to rise one

Walter's makeshift pillow stirred, nearly causing Walter to tumble to the ground. Fortunately, he

chuckled, "I should've known it was

scattered, clearing a

down at him from above, "Only you could find a reason to laugh when death is so

a nonchalant laugh, "Is that so? Then why don't you just kill

it's because

seemingly unafraid of the impending doom at Alexander's hands. Alexander didn't engage in the banter. He squatted down in front of Walter, a smirk playing on his lips, "There are many ways to torture

put some thought into that," Alexander responded, his tone as casual as if they were engaged in idle chatter, "Perhaps we

adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all

he quickly recovered, his laughter