Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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Sabrina sat on the edge of the bed and watched Tyrone doing all these.

She closed her eyes as the frightening experience from last night flashed across her mind.

It had only been one night.

To others, those hours were merely long enough to take a nap.

But to her, it was a devastating blow that turned her world upside down.

With her eyes closed, the moment Tyrone showed up and rescued her felt like a dream and she

couldn’t shake the notion that when she woke up from this dream, she would be back in that horrible

sheepfold, tied up like an animal and being beaten mercilessly.

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Phantom pain danced across her skin and her heart seized.

Sabrina’s eyes snapped open, and her body trembled with fear.

Immediately, she sought Tyrone out and only breathed easily when she saw him. He was here. The

rescue was not a figment of her imagination.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

But her fear hadn’t completely dissipated. She was lucky that Tyrone found her in time. But when she

was alone again, would someone kidnap her?

Sabrina decided that she couldn’t let Tyrone out of her sight. It was only when he was near that she

could feel safe.

Silence reigned in the ward for a while longer as Tyrone got everything he needed to help Sabrina.

When he was ready, Sabrina took off her hospital gown and lay on the bed.

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Her elegant back was now littered with bruises and welts, many of which were red and swollen.

Tyrone felt sorry for her and gently wiped the wounds on her shoulder with the towel.

“Does it hurt?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s not bad.”

In the blink of an eye, Sabrina felt the hot breath on her shoulder and shrank away instinctively. She

wanted to look up, but Tyrone’s weight bore down heavily on her.

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He bowed his head and placed a tender, reverent kiss on the wound on her shoulder without any

ulterior motives.

“Stop it. It’s itchy…”

But Tyrone didn’t cease his actions. His lips grazed her neck, lightly making contact with every scar that

had etched itself upon her skin.

“Okay… Well, stop kissing me… Sabrina murmured, trying to get him to stop.

But Tyrone kept going until he had kissed every wound on her back.

Then, he spread the ointment all over her body and meticulously massaged it so that it could be

absorbed by her skin quickly.

Sabrina applied the ointment to the wounds on other parts of her body by herself.

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