Love Unspoken

Wayne tried to persuade Dorothy, but he opened his mouth and remained unable to utter a single word for a long time.

His breathing quickened, feeling increasingly suffocated. At that moment, he collapsed onto the sofa like a fish out of water, gasping desperately for air. However, all that escaped his lips was a pained syllable. At the sound of his groan, Dorothy's expression turned even more deranged. She retrieved a sharp dagger from beneath the table and sat affectionately beside Wayne.

Dorothy said, "Wayne, you don't think I'd let you die that easily, do you?"

Her sinister words reached Wayne's ears, his pupils dilating in terror as he looked at Dorothy.

He struggled to extend his hand, attempting to grasp Dorothy's neck.

Just then, Dorothy slashed his palm with the dagger, causing Wayne to let out a muffled groan of pain as blood trickled down his hand.

Dorothy held the bloodied dagger, the tip of the blade gently gliding across Wayne's face. "Don't worry, I'll ensure your death is excruciatingly miserable. I'll make sure you see exactly how I'm going to do it..." Wayne's eyes bulged, unable to breathe, his mouth emitting gasps that revealed his immense suffering.

"Not only that, I will dismember you so thoroughly that no one will be able to find you. And even if they do, they won't be able to piece together a complete body. I've heard that if a person isn't whole after death, they can't go to heaven. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be human; you should stay obediently in hell," Dorothy menacingly declared. Her spine-chilling laugh as she spoke made Wayne feel even more terrified.

Dorothy expressed, "Experience the despair of witnessing your dismemberment, then you'll grasp the depth of Valerie's pain. Only by enduring what she did will you empathize and comprehend my current agony."

torment before her passing flooded her mind. The weight of her

she wished someone had saved

the dagger

He opened his mouth in agony, but only the sound of despair

moment

realization that his life would end

was from pain or despair, a tear

veins protruding on the

a minute later, his grip on the cushion slackened, and his hand dropped lifelessly to

at the Kennedy

her midday break, was suddenly

eyes flew open, and she sat up quickly. She turned her head

washed over Kaitlyn. She quickly scooped up the

the room also rushed over, swiftly checking Peanut's diaper. She gently informed Kaitlyn, "Madam,

the still-crying

unabated, each wail tearing through the serenity of