Love Unspoken

Her face was flushed a suffocating shade of red as she collapsed onto the ground, wracked by coughs. Food she had been forced to consume was expelled from her body, a trail of spittle running down her jaw.

Walter watched her, his gaze unblinking and cold. Her pitiful state seemed to only fuel his desire to inflict further suffering upon her.

Once she had expelled the food, she gasped for air, her mouth slightly ajar, drool still dripping from the corners of her mouth. Quinn's eyes, red and weak, flickered towards Walter. Her lips moved soundlessly, but Walter was able to decipher her silent plea: "Kill me."

A faint smile crossed Walter's face as he reached out, straightening Quinn's disheveled hair. "Did you forget?" he taunted, "I just said, you can't die." He brought the bowl close to her mouth once more, commanding, "Eat."

Quinn instinctively closed her mouth, tilting her head to avoid the bowl. Walter's voice cut through the silence, "If you die, then your best friend dies too. Think about it."

Quinn was taken aback, unable to comprehend Walter's words. He picked up the remote control from the bed next to him, turning on the television mounted on the wall.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a figure tied to a post, blindfolded, and struggling intermittently. It was Abigail.

Quinn's gaze snapped to Walter. He continued, "Aren't you curious how you ended up here? It was her who brought you out. She received a message, saying you were in danger. She came and took you away without thinking twice. She wanted to get you out of Amber Bay and even forged a divorce agreement. Tell me, even if I don't take her out, Alexander will never let her off the hook, am I right?"

Quinn stared at him in disbelief, her body shaking violently as she grappled with a potent mix of anger and fear.

'I deserve to die...

'I should never have befriended Abigail. Now, anyone can use Abigail to threaten me.

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'I have brought harm to Abigail and Juliet.

'I deserve death. I don't deserve to live.'

She was consumed by guilt and regret, feeling as though she was drowning, a sensation far more suffocating than when her face was buried in the bowl.

Tears streamed down Quinn's face as she lay helplessly on the ground, her silent sobs echoing through the room. Walter once again brought the bowl to her lips, repeating his command, "Eat." Quinn's lips trembled as she stared at the mess of food in the bowl, tears dripping onto her chin. It was just a bowl of food, but it held the weight of Abigail's life.

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She moved closer to the bowl, swallowing her pride, and buried her face inside, taking a large bite. Walter watched her with a bemused smile, as if observing a pathetic, yet amusing spectacle.

Quinn swallowed the mouthful of food, then took another large bite, her hunger evident. Only when the bowl was empty did she lift her disheveled face to look at Walter.

"If you don't finish your food, you're not a good kid," he taunted. Her gaze shifted back to the bowl, with small portions of food smeared against the sides she would have to lick it clean with her tongue.

She tried several times, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Walter smirked, "What's the matter? Want to uphold your dignity? After all these years as Alexander's lapdog, what dignity do you have left? Now you want dignity, even if it means sacrificing your friend's life?"

His words were sharp, each one a dagger piercing her vulnerabilities. Quinn swallowed her pride once more, closed her eyes, and leaned her head closer to the bowl.