Scars Of A Broken Bond

With her hands bound, she could not support herself, her face scraping the rough ground, the searing pain keeping her down.

She lifted her gaze and surveyed her surroundings.

The darkness had set in, but the moon’s faint Light provided a vague glimpse of her location.

It was a cemetery.

Suddenly, a sharp pang of pain struck from her back.

A high-heeled shoe had impaled Sabrina’s back, grinding into her flesh with such ferocity that it stole her breath away.

“Bitch! Your downfall has arrived!”

gently held her chin, and

Rita’s beautiful face that captured Osiris’

the unrecognizable woman before her,

hand swung, landing a stinging

echoed through the eerie

to the ground. Half her face tingled with a hot, numbing sensation, and even

up, bearing the marks of two sharp nails etched onto her cheek

Lay sprawled on the damp earth, tasting the iron tang

could steal

grabbed Sabrina’s hair, compelling her to lift