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!”

the high-heeled shoes approached Sabrina, stooped down, gently held her chin, and

was Rita’s beautiful

woman before her, a perplexed expression on her

hand swung, landing a stinging slap on

echoed through the eerie silence of

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

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

the damp earth, tasting the iron tang of blood at the

could steal my daughter’s man?

grabbed Sabrina’s hair, compelling her to lift her