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!

bus and train station to apprehend him. Cornered

intended to

that Sabrina was the one who had unearthed enough evidence to justify reopening the case. Her actions led him directly to this precarious

Had it not been for Sabrina, those misdeeds he

the human trafficker, condemning Sabrina to

knew better than to take the risk. After all, the police were after him. He

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

to the human trafficker for money. He intended