The Killers Freedom

Chapter One: I Miss Myself

"This isn't what I wanted. None of this! I never asked to be trapped into this, I never asked to be taken from my life and my family to be here with you. I never asked for you to come around one day and steal me from everything I've ever known and loved. To be trained into being your puppet. To be told what to do, what to wear and how to act. You did that! You bought me and I was stupid enough to believe that you actually cared about me after all this time! Now look at me! I'm miserable every single day. I hate you and what you have made me become. I hate being good at killing people and not thinking twice or having it phase me. I want to go home. Back to my normal life. Back to not giving a shit about what happens tomorrow. I am tired of being tired every single day because I don't know the next time you will blow up on me. Do you not understand what you have done? Can you not comprehend that you've brainwashed me into becoming someone I'm not?" I screamed mere inches from his face, I was so close to him I could smell his whisky laced breath, his light green eyes piercing through me like a hot knife to the chest,

I have thought of a million ways I could kill this man over the span of my life here. But I know every single one would end up with me dead mere seconds later.

"I miss myself." I barely choked up those last three words.

This is it, I thought to myself, brace yourself for whatever he throws your way because it won't just be his fists this time.

We stared at each other for what felt to be hours, neither one of us breaking eye contact or blinking. I could feel my palms starting to sweat and I swallowed the hard knot in my throat knowing I won't be able to get out of this room unharmed. He has a temper and hasn't been afraid to show me how bad it really is. But this time he pushed me too far. I can't keep killing for this asshole.

The old me wouldn't have touched a spider had it come near me. I hardly remember her. I've been in this hell hole almost my entire life. And now here I am, the best trained killer in the world and it's all because of this man, Stryker.

I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I watched him take a few steps back still holding my eyes in his. I don't know what he's planning but I won't let him win today, I need to finally fight for me. For my freedom he took from me when I was eight years old.

He closed his eyes and I could see the crease form on his forehead and his mouth dropped to a frown, "don't," was all that left his mouth. His eyes opened but this time he held so much hate behind them, "you insult me," he states sternly through a clenched jaw, "every other week you storm in here and yell that you want out but here you are still standing waiting for your next payday. Do you remember what happened when you tried to leave before? Think about that now," he paused and took in a deep breath, "before you storm off again and I have to chase you down you have a job to do at the likes of forty thousand dollars, his watch and ring finger delivered to Moscow in two days. I will have all the details waiting for you at your apartment and remember, Bugs, you can't outrun me. You've tried before," he smirked, raising his left eyebrow, pointing to my stomach where the scar from my one and only attempt to leave will haunt me forever.

"Now go, you don't have a lot of time and I'm sick of looking at you." He pointed to the door making sure I heard the hate and sarcasm laced in his tone.

He was right. He was always right. I stormed into this very room week after week demanding he let me go, that I will fight back and not be part of this game anymore. But I always stayed, addicted to the money and terrified the next time I try to run he will succeed in killing me. 

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