Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The feeble moonlight trickled into the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, a stout man with cropped hair appeared at the door. His eyes scanned Sabrina from head to toe as if she were a piece of merchandise. He then turned to the tall man behind him and remarked, “She’s a catch. She could be sold at a fair price.”

Sabrina was petrified.

Had she stumbled upon a human trafficker?

Sabrina knew all too well the horrors that awaited those unfortunate women who fell into the clutches of these ruthless criminals. If she was indeed their target, she feared that her fate would be far worse than death.

The man looming behind was gaunt and disheveled, his unkempt hair and beard suggesting he hadn’t seen a razor in ages. He barked impatiently, “Hand over the cash.”

Sabrina’s mind raced as she tried to place the face.

a ton of bricks.

It was Zeke!

station to apprehend

assistance. Zeke agreed to the task and brought the human trafficker here. The mastermind behind the scene intended to transport Sabrina to a secluded spot, strategically preventing

G E L A ‘s L

the one who had unearthed enough evidence to justify reopening the

Sabrina, those misdeeds he had done years ago

to the human trafficker, condemning Sabrina to stay

and suffered, he knew better than to take the risk. After all, the police

missing, the authorities would intensify their efforts to locate her, rendering

the human trafficker for money. He intended to use the money to facilitate his escape abroad later

stout man retrieved a wad of cash amounting to twenty thousand dollars from his