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.

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

Walter sighed,

pain. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, he reached out and placed his fingers on her shoulder. She stiffened

The moment she felt the couch beneath her, Quinn instinctively curled up again. Walter, seemingly indifferent to her distress, turned

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returned shortly, a first aid kit in hand. He squatted down in front

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

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discarded the blood-soaked gauze, cleaning the wound with a cotton swab

movements were gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to his earlier brutality. Throughout the process, Quinn remained tense, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her. He was