Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone untied Sabrina’s wrists which were slightly reddened following these last few hours.
Gently, he lifted Sabrina and carried her to another room.
When Sabrina finally stirred, dawn had already inundated the world with its radiant Light.
Its brilliance was nearly blinding. She squinted momentarily, adjusting to the dazzling spectacle before emitting a drowsy yawn.
Something felt amiss.
Sabrina raised the quilt, peering beneath it, only to discover her own nakedness.
Simultaneously, a robust male arm was encircled around her waist.
“Are you awake?” A familiar voice issued from behind.
In that instant, the memories of the previous night flooded back to Sabrina. Her countenance oscillated between shades of
crimson and pallor as she struggled to sit up, ultimately turning to face Tyrone beside her. She delivered a potent punch and
declared, “You bastard, get out of my sight!”
Tyrone endured her blows, his gaze directed downward.
Following his line of sight, Sabrina looked down and hastily drew the quilt up to shield her chest. Her ears flamed with
embarrassment, and she clenched her teeth.
“Bastard!”
“I recall you found pleasure in it last night...” “Nonsense! You forced me!” Sabrina immediately refuted.
Tyrone simply chuckled, opting not to engage in further debate.
“Very well, I forced you.”
His smile, however, only served to kindle Sabrina’s ire. She uttered in a frosty tone, “Leave!”
With a leisurely motion, Tyrone retracted the quilt and exited the bed. The instant Sabrina laid eyes on his form, she averted her
gaze.

The door creaked open and then closed.
Sabrina turned her head and watched as Tyrone made his exit. She began to scream into the quilt rolling around in her fury.
Mulling over the events of the previous night, she wished fervently for a place to hide, consumed by a profound sense of
embarrassment.
Oh dear... The humiliation!
How could she have found herself so easily enchanted by him! Oh, goodness! Tyrone was the embodiment of seduction.
As she stepped into the shower, her eyes fell upon the marks adorning the inner side of her thigh, intensifying her sense of
shame.
Ah! The melancholy from yesterday morning still clung to her. Why had everything shifted overnight?