Love Unspoken

With a sense of reluctance, Quinn pressed her hands against the cold, unforgiving ground, her eyes reluctantly meeting the man's.

The wound on her wrist throbbed mercilessly, fresh blood seeping through the hastily applied bandage. The pain was so intense that it caused her hands to tremble uncontrollably.

"Do you remember now?" The man squatted down in front of her, a chilling smile playing on his lips. Quinn's breath hitched, her gaze flickering uncertainly, a mixture of pain and fear clouding her eyes.

Tears welled up, threatening to spill over. For a few agonizing seconds, she held his gaze, her strength waning.

Unable to support herself any longer, her body went limp. But before she could collapse, he roughly grabbed her hair, hoisting her back up.

The sensation was akin to her scalp being torn off. A pained and helpless expression etched itself onto her face as she stared blankly at the man.

letting her fall to the ground. Instinctively, she tried to brace her fall with her hand, but the moment her

ground in agony. Walter sighed, his gaze lingering on the frail figure

shoulders trembling with fear and pain. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, he

her reaction, Walter hoisted her up by her shoulders, carrying her to the couch. The moment she felt the couch beneath

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shortly, a first aid kit in hand. He squatted down in front of her, extending

at him, her gaze flickering with fear. She tried to curl up tighter, as if trying to make herself smaller would somehow make her safer. Her face was a mask of helplessness. "Do you want to get hit again?" Walter threatened. At his words, Quinn trembled, biting her lip in fear. Finally, she

that Soren had previously applied was now stained a dark red, the strong scent of medicine mingling

wound with a cotton swab

almost tender, a stark contrast to his earlier brutality. Throughout the process, Quinn remained tense, her gaze fixed on the man in