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.

a ton of bricks. She stared at

It was Zeke!

officers at every bus and train station to apprehend him. Cornered

trafficker here. The mastermind behind the scene intended to transport Sabrina to a secluded spot, strategically preventing Sabrina’s return. The plan was to facilitate Zeke’s escape from capture after this incident, mirroring events

one who had unearthed enough evidence to justify

misdeeds he had done

condemning Sabrina to stay in a remote place where she would be forced

Zeke would have relished witnessing Sabrina’s desperate struggle when sold to the ruthless human trafficker and suffered, he knew better than to take the risk. After all, the police were after him. He needed to leave Mathias as

efforts to locate her,

trafficker for money. He intended to