Sacha-Black
He knew i'd caught him.
I could see the fear washing over his eyes. Redemption was mine and I was going to make him pay for everything he had done to my family. I cornered him, and roped his hands behind his back and dragged him by the arm towards the exit.
The welt was etched into her skin like the script on a tombstone. She pawed at it as pain burned up her arm. She wondered whether it would ever heal, knowing deep down it was going to leave a scar.
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