Love Unspoken

Upon their return, Ms. Miller and Ms. Moore had intended to rouse Quinn from her slumber after preparing breakfast.

Much to their surprise, their persistent knocking on her door yielded no response. A shared glance of concern passed between them before they reached for the doorknob, pushing the door open with a sense of urgency.

Stepping inside, they were met with an unsettling sight - the bedroom was devoid of its occupant. Quinn was nowhere to be found. Their faces drained of color, but they pressed on, scouring every corner of the villa. From the bathroom to the storage room, their search was exhaustive yet fruitless. Quinn was missing.

"What should we do? It seems like Quinn is missing!" Ms. Miller voiced her worry, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"Let's not panic. Perhaps Quinn merely stepped out for some fresh air and is taking shelter from the rain," Ms. Moore suggested, trying to remain level-headed.

Ms. Miller sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Did you forget? Alexander explicitly instructed us to keep an eye on her at all times. How are we to report this now?"

Ms. Moore's expression hardened, but she maintained her composure. "Quinn is a grown woman. Surely, she couldn't have gotten lost, could she? Let's wait. Perhaps she'll return soon, if..."

Interrupting her, Ms. Miller snapped, "Enough. Call Alexander. Now."

"Are you out of your mind?" Ms. Moore retorted, gripping her hand tightly. "If Alexander finds out we failed to keep track of Quinn and she's still missing, we'll both lose our jobs."

Ms. Miller hesitated, acknowledging the validity of her companion's point, and reluctantly abandoned the idea of contacting Alexander. With renewed determination, they decided to brave the rain and continue their search outside the villa. Despite scouring the vicinity for over two hours, their efforts were in vain. They returned to the villa, their unease growing. Even the usually composed Ms. Moore was beginning to feel the stirrings of fear.

"Maybe we should call Alexander after all," she suggested, glancing at the clock. It was nearing ten.

"We should have done that earlier!" Ms. Miller retorted, her frustration evident. She attempted to call Alexander, but to no avail. After several failed attempts, she slumped onto the sofa in defeat. "We'll try again later." Their predicament was dire. Unable to reach Alexander and with Quinn still missing, they feared their careers were on the brink of ruin.

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Meanwhile, Alexander's phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. To his surprise, it was Getty on the other end, her voice choked with sobs. "Alexander, please save me! I've been kidnapped! They want you to come and rescue me!" "Where are you?" Alexander's brow furrowed in concern.

"I don't know, I can't see anything. It's so dark. Please, I don't want to die!" Getty's pleas were desperate.

As she finished speaking, a stranger's voice echoed through the phone. "Alexander, if you want your little lover back, bring fifty thousand dollars in cash. You have five hours. If you fail to show up, she dies."

Alexander's grip on his phone tightened, his voice dropping to a threatening growl. "Don't play games. Give me the location and I'll be there."

Getty's heart swelled at his words. "Alexander, I knew you love me," she sobbed into the phone.

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The stranger's voice returned, his tone smug. "I've changed my mind. Fifty thousand is too cheap for your mistress. I want two million. Transfer it immediately and bring an additional fifty thousand in cash." Alexander's brow furrowed deeper, his voice icy. "Don't push your luck."

The kidnappers laughed, their voices echoing ominously. "Do you want your mistress's life? If so, do as we say. If you don't come, we won't be polite."

"This mistress is quite a beauty. I wonder what it's like sleeping with her."

"If she has been with Alexander for such a long time, she must be good at it. After we have our fun, we can sell her organs for a hefty sum, right?" "Look at these corneas, this heart..."

Blindfolded, Getty could only feel their hands roaming her body. Their words sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling uncontrollably.