Stella stepped fully into Sabrina's line of sight.
"Need a hand, gorgeous?"
"Desperately! Please, get me out of this."
Sabrina was overjoyed. God was looking out for her, sending a beautiful angel to save the day.
Stella quickly ripped away the layers of tape binding her.
Once free, Sabrina asked, "I'm Sabrina Sherwood. What's your name?"
"I'm Stella Hawthorne." She pointed at the unconscious man on the floor. "He was kidnapping you. Did you murder his whole family or desecrate his ancestors' graves?"
Sabrina marched over and delivered several solid kicks to Logan's ribs. "He's absolute garbage. Let me tell you..."
She gave Stella a quick rundown of how Logan and Ashley had betrayed and set her up.
Even though they had just met, Sabrina instantly felt a strong connection to her.
Listening to the story, Stella shook her head. "You have terrible luck."
If some guy had tried to pull that on her, she would have turned him into a eunuch long ago.
Sabrina sighed. "Tell me about it. Not only am I unlucky, but I'm blind too. Getting mixed up with two pieces of trash like them... it's infuriating!"
Still boiling with rage, she crouched down and slapped Logan hard across the face a few more times.
She shook out her hand, wincing. "This scumbag has thick skin. My hand actually hurts." She kicked him two more times for good measure.
"Sabrina, why are you hurting your own hands and feet? If I were you, I'd take off my high heels and use the stiletto to really make him pay."
Sabrina stared at her. She hadn't expected this sweet-looking girl to be so viciously in tune with her own thoughts. She absolutely loved her.
Taking Stella's advice to heart, she gave her a thumbs-up. "Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?"
She immediately slipped off one of her heels and brought the sharp point down hard on Logan's body.
He was definitely sustaining internal injuries at this point.

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