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.

gaze, an eyebrow raised in amusement. He then loosened his grip on her hair, letting her fall to the ground. Instinctively, she tried to brace her fall with her hand, but the moment her palm hit the floor, a searing pain shot through her limbs, her vision momentarily

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

Ignoring her obvious discomfort, he reached

her to the couch. The moment she felt the couch beneath

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aid kit in hand. He squatted down in front

her safer. Her face was a mask of helplessness. "Do you want to get hit

stained a dark red, the strong

the blood-soaked gauze, cleaning the wound with a cotton swab before applying medicine and wrapping it with a fresh

brutality. Throughout the process, Quinn remained tense, her gaze fixed