Love Unspoken

"Landon's his name. What's up? You don't know him, do you?" Aurora asked.

Abigail was taken aback for a second. What a small world! She stared at Aurora, wide-eyed.

"Landon?" Abigail echoed.

"Yeah, you really know him?" Aurora pressed.

"Nope, I don't. Just remembered I got something to do. Gonna skip dinner this time, maybe next," Abigail blurted out.

She grabbed her luggage and bolted for the door without a second glance, bursting through it.

Aurora tried to chase her but couldn't keep up. "This kid," she muttered under her breath.

Aurora was about to shut the door when she saw Abigail coming back. She gave Abigail a suspicious look and peeked outside, spotting two men walking towards them. "Who are these guys?" Aurora asked.

Before she could finish, Abigail dropped her luggage, spun around, and shoved Aurora inside, trying to slam the door shut.

The next second, a hand grabbed the door, and no matter how hard Abigail pushed, she couldn't close it.

One of the men wedged himself halfway in, glaring at Abigail and Aurora. With a sneer, he tightened his grip and forced the door wide open.

Abigail stumbled back a few steps, almost hitting the floor.

The two men barged in. Abigail kept pulling Aurora back.

"Who the hell are you?" Abigail demanded.

The man shut the door behind him and locked it. A hidden dagger slipped from his sleeve. "You two are together. Looks like we found the right place," he said. Aurora was terrified. "Who are you looking for?"

"Obviously, you. If it weren't for seeing this woman, I would've thought we had the wrong place. Didn't expect Landon to hide you here, and you too," the man said, pointing the dagger at Abigail, "You're Landon's girlfriend, right? Perfect, both of you are gonna die today!"

The man didn't waste any time, lunging with the dagger. This time, they weren't here to kidnap but to kill.

Abigail shoved Aurora, causing the dagger to miss but slicing Abigail's arm, tearing her clothes and drawing blood.

Aurora hit the ground.

The other man moved towards Aurora, and Abigail grabbed a chair and hurled it at him, shouting, "Aurora, get inside and call Landon!"

Aurora shakily got up, glancing at her.

Abigail swung the chair wildly. Even though the men had knives, they couldn't get close for a moment.

"You cowards, only know how to pick on the weak. If you have the guts, go find Landon!" Abigail yelled.

The man seized the moment, grabbed the chair from her, and yanked her over.

Abigail was startled and kicked towards the man's groin.

The man stumbled back a step, and Abigail turned to Aurora. "Hurry!"

Aurora gritted her teeth, knowing she couldn't do much. She quickly ran into the room and slammed the door. The other man grabbed Abigail by her hair and dragged her to the ground.

Abigail fell, her elbow throbbing with pain.

Before she could get up, the other man kicked her in the chin, making her vision go black, almost knocking her out. That kick left her powerless.

The man grabbed her hair again, holding a knife to her neck, but the other man stopped him.

"Hold up," the man in purple said.

The man in black turned to him. "What now?"

"Isn't she Landon's girl? Just killing her won't cut it."

They exchanged a look and seemed to come to an understanding.

They grabbed Abigail and tossed her onto the sofa.

Abigail clutched her head, glaring at them with clenched fists. Their eyes said it all.

They wanted to kill her, but not before making her suffer.

"I'm not his girlfriend! Landon will be back soon. If you don't kill me now, you won't get another chance!" she warned.

The man in black smirked. "You think we came here without knowing he's out? Relax, he won't be back anytime soon." Abigail's heart raced. She'd rather die than be violated by these two.

"I'm really not his girlfriend. Even if you do this, he won't care. Stop dreaming!" she continued.

A heartless man like Landon would probably just think she dirtied the sofa.

The man in black grinned. "If you're not his girl, why are you here? When we kidnapped you before, he went nuts looking for you."

Abigail was stunned, remembering the time on the mountain. She didn't see Landon going crazy; he was making sarcastic remarks while she was bitten by a snake.

"Maybe you got it wrong?" she suggested.

"It's you who's wrong. Landon even hid his mom here, and he can resist not coming. Although you two seem unrelated, who knows if Landon is doing this on purpose?" the man said, patting Abigail's face. "Whether it's true or not doesn't matter. Sleeping with you doesn't cost us anything, right?"

As he spoke, his fingers grabbed Abigail's collar.

Abigail grabbed his hand and said quickly, "Wait! I have an idea."

"What idea?" the man asked.

Abigail replied, "You can wait here for Landon to come and ambush him when he enters."

"Do you take us for fools? Even if we kill you, we can still ambush him," he retorted.

He grabbed her collar, about to tear it, but Abigail clung to him. "Wait! Since I can't escape, can you be gentle?" she pleaded.

Both men found it amusing. "Don't waste your energy. We're here to kill you," the man in black said.

Abigail was desperate, but she wouldn't let them torture her, even if it meant dying.

Suddenly, she found a surge of strength and shoved the man away. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

Abigail rolled off the sofa, hit the floor, and grabbed a vase from the table, smashing it at the man in purple.

The vase hit him and shattered with a crisp sound.

But it was useless. The man charged at her and grabbed her.

Abigail bit his arm hard, and as he winced in pain, she kicked him.

The two men were completely enraged.

The man in purple suddenly stabbed Abigail with the knife. She froze, slowly looking down at the dagger embedded in her abdomen.

Her expression shifted from pain to despair, then to anger and defiance.

The man pulled out the knife, and Abigail clutched her abdomen. She staggered and then collapsed onto the sofa, cold sweat dotting her forehead. The man in black stood up. "Quite a temper! Now you can't resist anymore."

He stepped forward, grabbed Abigail's collar, and tore it, ripping her thin T-shirt in half.