Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone gazed upon Sabrina’s countenance, a profound smile adorning his face. He spoke with sincerity. “Since you seek the truth, why not trade with me? It’s decidedly more prudent to engage in trade with me than Galilea. I shall never inflict harm upon you, unlike her.”

Sabrina consistently cloaked her true intentions in veiled Language. This facet of her character remained unwavering.

Thankfully, this facet had remained unaltered. He derived pleasure from it. Especially when she uttered a resolute “no” during their sexual intercourse.

Sabrina arched her head upward, her unwavering gaze fixated upon him. Tyrone got the hang of offering a proposal at the right time.

Yet, after contemplation, it was a much better deal to make with Tyrone than with Galilea.

After all, Galilea harbored a deeper animosity toward her than the abductors themselves. Should she strike a deal with Galilea by composing a letter of understanding, who could predict the extent of harm Galilea might inflict on her after the potential release?

she could discern his desired transaction. It

silence, his once

to compose a letter

hesitation, Sabrina replied, “Certainly not.

these words, she peered

was your ex-girlfriend. Don’t you genuinely

held

cast a sidelong glance at Sabrina, a fleeting sadness flickering in his eyes. He then lifted

you attempting to know

accurate, he ardently hoped