Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.
Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She stared at the man outside in disbelief.
It was Zeke!
The police had been hot on Zeke’s trail, deploying officers at every bus and train station to apprehend him. Cornered in Mathias,
Zeke had resorted to blending in with the crowd.
Two days ago, someone successfully tracked Zeke down and requested his assistance. Zeke agreed to the task and brought the
human 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 from a
decade ago.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Zeke keenly recognized that Sabrina was the one who had unearthed enough evidence to justify reopening the case. Her actions
led him directly to this precarious situation.
Resentment consumed Zeke. Had it not been for Sabrina, those misdeeds he had done years ago wouldn’t have been laid bare.
Zeke wasted no time 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 bear children.
Although 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 soon as
possible.
If Sabrina were to go missing, the authorities would intensify their efforts to locate her, rendering it impossible for him to remain
here.
Consequently, he promptly sold her off to the human trafficker for money. He intended to use the money to facilitate his escape
abroad later on.
The stout man retrieved a wad of cash amounting to twenty thousand dollars from his pocket and offered it to Zeke.
“Here you are.”

Zeke snatched the money from the stout man’s grasp and questioned, “Is this all?”
“Take it or leave it,” the stout man retorted.
“You. Zeke’s eyes narrowed with fury, but he suppressed his anger, unwilling to waste any more time. He pocketed the cash and
turned to Sabrina while addressing the stout man, his voice laced with malice, “Remember our agreement. Sell her to the remote
areas and ensure she never returns!”
“Of course.”
As Zeke turned his back, the stout man spat on the ground. He didn’t need Zeke to caution him about that. What if Sabrina
managed to escape after being sold to a nearby location?