Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyelids fluttered open for a moment before they fell shut once again, her strength ebbing away. The world around her seemed to spin, her body feeling as if it were floating in an endless abyss.

The only coherent thought that managed to pierce through the haze of her mind was the bitter taste of the drink she had consumed.

Chandler, observing her condition, confirmed with a sense of satisfaction that she had indeed slipped into a coma.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he rose from his seat, striding towards a secluded corner of the room. From the depths of a potted plant, he retrieved a concealed camera. Returning to Quinn's side, he glanced at the stream of comments that were rapidly appearing beneath the live feed.

His audience was eagerly urging him on, their anticipation palpable even through the digital medium. "Don't rush, everyone," Chandler addressed his viewers, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Follow me first."The app that hosted his livestream catered to an exclusive audience, comprised of individuals with deep pockets.

Yet, only a handful of them managed to turn a profit from their wealth. Their participation in this elite circle was driven more by a thirst for fame and popularity than monetary gain.

A comment caught Chandler's eye: [This woman looks familiar. Have I seen her somewhere?]

Another viewer, 0694, chimed in: [I also find her familiar.]

1457 added to the growing confusion: [How come you all have seen her? Isn't she an actress?]

The purpose of the app was to cater to the unique preferences of its users. Hiring actresses would strip the experience of its authenticity and thrill. Chandler felt a wave of panic wash over him as he read the comments.

He quickly jumped to his defense, "She's not an actress; I guarantee it with my integrity. If she is, I'll refund the money immediately!""Why would I hire an actress?" he continued, his voice filled with indignation. "Some people in the live- streaming room should recognize me, and I'm not lacking money."His words seemed to pacify the audience, the flurry of comments gradually subsiding.