Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn crouched down, her face filled with disgust as she looked disdainfully at Quinn.

Quinn's eyes, wide and unblinking, were locked onto Kaitlyn, searching for any hint of her perceived transgression in the other woman's words.

However, Kaitlyn's response was cryptic, "I had every intention of ending your life, but seeing you in such a pitiful state, I've decided to let you stay here and contemplate your actions. You'll be released once Alexander is wed." Quinn's pupils dilated in confusion, her expression shifting rapidly. She understood each word Kaitlyn uttered, but when strung together, they made no sense to her. 'What does she mean... "once Alexander gets married"?

Kaitlyn's anger flared at Quinn's bewildered expression. "You dummy, stop playing the innocent! Every time I look into your eyes, I have the urge to gouge them out!"

In a panic, Quinn averted her gaze, too terrified to meet Kaitlyn's eyes any longer.

Yet, this only served to fuel Kaitlyn's rage further.

With a sarcastic laugh, Kaitlyn turned to the servant standing beside her. "Look at this little temptress. Isn't she always trying to ensnare Alexander with her wiles?

"As if I'm the one who has wronged her. Tell me, if you hadn't been so desperate to cling to Alexander, would I have felt the need to imprison you? "Quinn, this is all your doing. Don't dare blame me."

Quinn remained silent, her gaze fixed on her toes. Kaitlyn's eyes fell on Quinn's fingers, still desperately clutching the iron bars, and a spiteful smirk crossed her face. Suddenly, she rose to her feet and commanded, "Seal this door as well." Quinn's head shot up, her eyes pleading as she shook her head in desperate denial. But Kaitlyn was unmoved, her satisfaction growing as she watched despair cloud Quinn's eyes, as if it could somehow lessen the bitterness in her own heart. "Seal it!"

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as she shook the iron bars violently, wishing she could break free. But it was futile. She could only watch as the guard brought a wooden board and blocked the small sliver of light in front of her. The board was wedged tightly into the stone gap, and the guard kicked it a few times. Quinn's fingers were caught between the board and the iron bars, the pain so intense that she nearly blacked out.

The guard then secured a stick against the outer side of the board, ensuring that no matter how hard Quinn pushed from the inside, the board wouldn't budge. Those standing outside could see the board shaking slightly as Quinn pushed against it. But her cries of despair and pleas for mercy were swallowed up in the silence. She could only rely on the slight movement of the board to communicate her desperation.

However, even this faint movement seemed to affect the guard. He could almost hear the plea and despair emanating from the trembling figure. So, when Kaitlyn was distracted, he lifted a corner of the wooden board, allowing a sliver of light to seep through.

Quinn ceased her movements, her gaze drawn to the faint light in the corner. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the dim glow became her only beacon of hope in the engulfing darkness. For a moment, she imagined Alexander stepping out of the light, coming to her rescue as he had done before. He would walk out of the light, open the terrifying door, and bring her back into the light.

Kaitlyn, irritated by the trembling board, turned on her heel and left. She had wanted to kill Quinn, but feared Alexander's discovery. Their relationship was already strained, and if they fell out completely over this simpleton, it wouldn't be worth it. So, she decided to imprison Quinn temporarily, forcing Alexander to marry, and then release Quinn. By then, Kaitlyn would have no more worries.

Quinn slid down against the wall, her gaze fixed on the tiny speck of light, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. It was indeed an illusion. He didn't come.

The faint light remained dim, and she was still trapped in the darkness. She curled up, burying her face in her knees, feeling the bone-chilling cold of the freezing basement. Her clothes were soaked, and the cold seeped into every pore, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.