Love Unspoken

Quinn, entrapped in the clutches of a coma, stirred subtly, her eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

A hand reached out, its intention to undress her, but before it could succeed, Quinn turned over abruptly, her body convulsing as she vomited onto the edge of the sofa. Chandler, acting with swift reflexes, jerked the camera away from the unpleasant scene.

The abrupt action resulted in a sudden drop in the live-streaming room's viewership, plummeting by five hundred in an instant.

Once the wave of nausea had passed, Quinn's consciousness began to seep back in, albeit faintly. She lifted her eyes with great effort, her gaze landing on the camera pointed at her. She recognized the device, but her foggy mind struggled to comprehend its purpose.

Chandler, still holding the camera, questioned her, "Are you done puking?" His words echoed in the room, and confusion flickered in Quinn's eyes. Her pitiful state, however, seemed to appeal to the viewers, and the numbers in the live- streaming room began to climb again.

With the camera now back on the table, Chandler abandoned his attempts at maintaining suspense. He strode forward, his hand closing around Quinn's, and he pulled her towards the sofa.

managed to establish contact with Alexander, promptly informing him of the

the sofa, lit a cigarette, and declared with a chilling calm, "Someone

"You will know soon," came

to the window, his gaze fixated on the moon outside. The moonlight reflected in his eyes,

video. Chandler froze, his mouth opening to reprimand, but a sudden chill on his neck silenced him. He stood still, his mind

his neck, his fingers coming away wet with blood. His pupils dilated in shock as he dropped the camera, staggering a few steps before collapsing onto the sofa. His hands pressed against his wound, but the

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before him. The man, holding a dagger, looked back at him with a

the ground, his lifeless face angled towards the camera. "Fuck!" Spencer yelped,