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.

ton of bricks. She stared at the man outside

It was Zeke!

at every bus and train station to apprehend him. Cornered in Mathias, Zeke had resorted

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

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evidence to justify

Zeke. Had it not been for Sabrina, those misdeeds he had done years

time traveling here to bring Sabrina to the human trafficker, condemning Sabrina to stay in a remote place

better than to take the risk. After all, the police were after him. He needed

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

off to the human trafficker for money. He intended to use the money to

stout man retrieved a wad of cash amounting to twenty thousand dollars from his pocket and offered it to