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."

Dorothy spoke, images of her daughter's torment before her passing flooded her mind. The

she wished someone had

Dorothy's face as she gripped the dagger and stabbed it fiercely into

He opened his mouth in agony, but only the sound

that a fleeting moment of vulnerability would

that his life would end

it was from pain or despair, a tear trickled down from the corner of Wayne's

cushion tightly, veins protruding on the back of

the cushion

at the

midday break, was suddenly awakened

and she sat up quickly. She turned her head towards

quickly scooped up the child,

The nanny from across the room also

handing the still-crying child to the

each wail tearing through the serenity