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!”

stooped down, gently held her chin, and gazed at the familiar face

beautiful face that

back at the unrecognizable woman before her, a

woman’s hand swung,

the eerie silence of the

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

face quickly swelled up, bearing the marks of two sharp nails etched onto her cheek by the woman’s

earth, tasting the iron tang of blood at the corner of her

You thought you could steal my daughter’s man?

hair, compelling