Love Unspoken

Tears traced a path down her cheeks, dampening the blindfold that obscured her vision.

"Alexander, save me... It's been nearly seven years. Seven years I've spent with you..."Getty's voice faltered, her words heavy with desperation and sorrow. As she tallied the years, she was struck by the realization that nearly seven years had indeed passed.

The years spent by Alexander's side had flown by in a blink. It felt as though it was only yesterday when she had become his lover.

Upon hearing the words "seven years," a flicker of unfathomable emotion crossed Alexander's eyes.

After a moment's pause, he finally spoke, "Alright, I promise you. Don't lay a finger on her."

The man on the other end of the line erupted into laughter, "I knew Alexander couldn't bear to lose this beauty. But remember, Alexander, come alone."

"If we discover you've brought someone with you, we can't promise your little mistress's safety."

A wave of dread washed over Getty.

Blindfolded as she was, she turned her gaze towards the phone, as if she could see through the black fabric and find a glimmer of hope.

The line went silent.

Despite the thunder and lightning that raged around her, the silence on the phone was deafening, as if it had sucked the air out of the room, making it suffocating. "Alexander, our patience is wearing thin."

"Alright, I'm on my way." Alexander's voice echoed through the phone, devoid of any emotion, and was quickly drowned out by the rumble of thunder. But Getty heard him.

Her body, rigid with tension, slowly relaxed as she leaned back in the chair, her sobs echoing in the room.

"Very well, you're living up to your reputation, Alexander. We'll be waiting here."

With that, the call ended.

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The man removed the blindfold from Getty's eyes, and in that instant, her pupils contracted sharply.

Back at the Regal Riverside, Ms. Miller and Ms. Moore had been engaged in a flurry of phone calls, with Alexander on the line throughout.

As the clock on the wall struck 11, panic set in.

Quinn hadn't returned yet. Would she still come back?

They didn't know, and neither did Quinn.

Soaked to the bone and locked in a dark, cold room, she didn't dare venture further inside due to the overwhelming darkness.

In all her years at the Kennedys residence, she had never seen this place before.

She stood at the iron gate, looking out. The relentless rain pounded the ground, splashing onto her face.

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Her hair, wet from the rain, clung to her face in a disheveled mess. She could barely endure, her gaze fixed on the faint light outside.

She was terrified of thunder and darkness.

Now, both fears had converged, and as time wore on, they slowly chipped away at her sanity.

Quinn's hands were frozen and red, but she clung to the iron bars, like a caged bird yearning for the world beyond.

Suddenly, the light in front of her was blocked.

Quinn slowly raised her head to find Kaitlyn standing outside, looking down at her.

Her grip on the iron bars tightened. Quinn stared at Kaitlyn's impassive face, her eyes brimming with confusion and sorrow.

She didn't know what mistake she had made to warrant being locked up here by Kaitlyn.