Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

She approached Sabrina and pinched her cheek hard. “Sabrina, you’re finished! Let’s see if Tyrone will still love you after today!”
she sneered.
Galilea then sent a message to Rowell.
A few minutes later, Rowell knocked on the door and entered. Seeing Sabrina sprawled unconscious on the bed, he wore a
sleazy smile with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Ms. Clifford, you certainly keep your word. I’m very pleased with this ‘gift’ 1′′
With a sinister grin, Galilea turned on the camera placed on the bedside table and said, “Excellent. She’s all yours. I’ll go back
now. Just make sure to send me the video once you’ve finished!”
“Of course!” he said, drooling at the thought.
As soon as Galilea left, he hurriedly locked the door, eager to begin. He climbed onto the bed and started to undress Sabrina.
Rowell abruptly stopped, stunned.
Sabrina opened her eyes.
Wasn’t Sabrina inebriated?
A sudden notion crossed Rowell’s mind. Before any discernible reaction could manifest, Sabrina’s hand ascended gracefully.
Buzz!
“Ouch!”
Rowell instinctively shielded his eyes, a poignant cry escaping his lips.
The searing sensation induced by the pepper spray unleashed uncontrollable tears and veiled his vision in obscurity.
“Bitch!”
His eyes shut, he fervently longed to grasp Sabrina’s throat in a frenzied flashback but his grasp found only her shoulder.
Sabrina fought to break free and delivered a forceful blow to his cranium, the sound echoing through the room.

Crack!
Shattered glass rained down, accompanied by the splattering of Liquid. Rowell descended into a coma, his hand cradling his
aching head. Observing his form sprawled on the bed, Sabrina rose and administered a swift kick. Confirming his immobility, she
heaved a sigh of relief.
Sabrina knew Galilea’s request of being an assistant was nothing more than a ruse to complicate her life.
Upon receiving Galilea’s dinner party invitation, Sabrina had harbored suspicions of Galilea’’s ulterior motives.