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.

Meanwhile, Spencer had managed to establish contact with Alexander, promptly informing him of the unfolding situation.

Alexander, unfazed, sauntered over to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and declared with a chilling calm, "Someone will go rescue her."

Startled by Alexander's nonchalance, Spencer stammered, "Who?" "You will know soon," came the cryptic reply.

Alexander then moved to the window, his gaze fixated on the moon outside. The moonlight reflected in his eyes, casting a cold glow.

Spencer, still bewildered, glanced at his phone again, only to be startled by a sudden noise. A figure had appeared in the video. Chandler froze, his mouth opening to reprimand, but a sudden chill on his neck silenced him. He stood still, his mind blank, and by the time he regained his senses, the metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils.

Reaching up, he touched 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 blood continued to gush out, staining everything in its path.

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His eyes, wide with disbelief, terror, and resentment, locked onto the figure standing before him. The man, holding a dagger, looked back at him with a chilling smile.

Chandler's body gave way, and he crumpled onto the ground, his lifeless face angled towards the camera. "Fuck!" Spencer yelped, his fear prompting him to toss his phone away.

Chandler's face filled the screen, his eyes vacant and staring, the blood pooling around him. The live-streaming room erupted into chaos, some viewers so terrified they uninstalled the software. The camera, having been focused on Quinn, only revealed the man in the dark red shirt. Swallowing hard, Spencer addressed the phone, "Alexander, was it your guy who did this?" It was then he realized that Alexander had disconnected the call.

Elsewhere, Walter, having just taken a life, showed no signs of fleeing. Instead, he retrieved his phone and dialed Alexander. The call was answered, but silence reigned on the other end. Breaking the silence, Walter spoke, "Mr. Kennedy, don't you regret it?"