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?

his desired transaction. It was unequivocally of

Sabrina’s silence, his once

truly inclined to compose a

replied, “Certainly

words, she peered at

your ex-girlfriend. Don’t you genuinely

must be held accountable for her

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

attempting to know something from me

suspicions were accurate, he ardently hoped that