Love Unspoken

She didn't like them at all.

These dogs exuded a potent, murderous aura, as if they had claimed numerous lives, their ferocity surpassing that of any rural canine she had encountered. She was convinced they were man-eaters. Perhaps the moment Alexander departed, they would set upon her, rending her flesh and consuming her whole. "Hmm?"Alexander, his touch filtered through a handkerchief, gently lifted her chin.

"Why so silent?" he queried.

From his expression, Quinn detected an obstinate expectation, a demand for her to respond in the way he wanted.

Despite the day's bright sun, its rays brought no warmth to her skin.

A chilling sensation enveloped Quinn; her extremities were as cold as ice.

She tilted her head slightly, allowing the sunlight to illuminate her lackluster eyes, revealing a hint of defeat.

His gaze bore into her, intense and silent. His fingers, still clasping her chin, spoke volumes.

With a resigned nod, Quinn acquiesced, her eyes closed.

Her preferences were of no consequence.

What mattered was his belief that she should find favor in his choices, and her obligation to pretend to like it.

At last, Alexander released her. Quinn slid weakly down the fence, collapsing onto the grimy, cluttered ground. Laughter and detached words echoed from above. "Since you like them, then play with them."

"What's so appealing about those dogs out there?"His words gave Quinn pause.

They hinted at something more, but she had no time to decipher their hidden meaning.

As he prepared to depart, Quinn mustered her remaining strength, struggling to rise from the dirt and follow him.

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But she was a moment too late. He had already exited, leaving Quinn locked inside.

She reached out, attempting to grasp him. Her hand slipped through the fence's gap, straining to reach him, but she failed to even brush the hem of his clothing.

Her grip on the fence tightened as she watched his retreating figure. She shook the fence with all her might, but the resulting sound was too feeble to make him turn back. 'Don't...go.'As he receded further, never once looking back, and finally vanished from her sight, tears welled up in Quinn's eyes, blurring her vision.

He had truly abandoned her here.

She was a prisoner, trapped in a huge cage of his making.

Why?Why had he chosen to punish her so?Just because she had visited those stray dogs?But they were divorced, weren't they?

A sob from behind caused her to stiffen. Slowly, she turned her head.

As she had feared, the moment Alexander left, the dogs revealed their true nature, snarling and growling at her.

They formed a circle around Quinn, maintaining a two-meter distance from each other, as if both preventing her escape and warding off potential intruders. Perhaps to them, she was the outsider, an invader encroaching on their territory.

Their low growls caused sweat to bead in Quinn's palms. She stood rigid, locked in a standoff with them. For a moment, neither party dared to make a move.

Time ticked by.Suddenly, the lead dog barked at her.Quinn trembled, her fingers clutching the fence. The force of her grip tore open a wound on her wrist, causing blood to seep out.Her terror eclipsed the pain in her wrist. The dog barked once more, then charged at Quinn.

Fear sapped the strength from her legs, and she crumpled to the ground, cradling her head.

The next moment, a dog's jaws clamped onto her arm.

Quinn's thick clothing shielded her from the worst of it, preventing the teeth from piercing her flesh.

However, they tore through her clothes and grazed her skin, sending a shiver through her body.She attempted to scream, but no sound came out.