Scars Of A Broken Bond

The feeble moonlight trickled into the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, a stout man with cropped hair appeared at the door. His eyes scanned Sabrina from head to toe as if she were a piece of merchandise. He then turned to the tall man behind him and remarked, “She’s a catch. She could be sold at a fair price.”

Sabrina was petrified.

Had she stumbled upon a human trafficker?

Sabrina knew all too well the horrors that awaited those unfortunate women who fell into the clutches of these ruthless criminals. If she was indeed their target, she feared that her fate would be far worse than death.

The man looming behind was gaunt and disheveled, his unkempt hair and beard suggesting he hadn’t seen a razor in ages. He barked impatiently, “Hand over the cash.”

Sabrina’s mind raced as she tried to place the face.

ton of bricks. She stared at the man outside in

It was Zeke!

Zeke’s trail, deploying officers at every bus and train station to

behind the scene intended to transport Sabrina to a secluded spot,

who had unearthed enough evidence to

not been for Sabrina, those misdeeds he had done years ago

traveling here to bring Sabrina to the human trafficker, condemning Sabrina to stay in a remote place where she would be forced to work hard and

Sabrina’s desperate struggle when sold to the ruthless human trafficker and suffered, he knew better

missing, the authorities would intensify their efforts to locate her, rendering it impossible for

sold her off to the human trafficker for money. He intended to use the money