My Target

10

The jet landed in California at around 5am. I checked into my new hotel at 7am and was outside the target's mansion by 8am.

Outside the target's house, there were hills, dressed in forest, where I sat between the branches of a large pine tree, waiting for her to come into focus.

My new rifle was huge and heavy, making it difficult for me to keep it lined with her window, but I was managing. I thought I saw movement within the house and, without a second thought, I attached the silencer to my weapon, and shot.

I was sure I hit her, but after looking again, the bullet had only chipped the glass. I sat staring at the window with wide eyes, before the target came up to the glass and winked at me. I was certain I was hidden, but apparently not. She waved a little, before the world around me went black, and I hit the floor with a thud, my whole body feeling as if it were on fire.

(Time skip 3 hours)

"Ugh," I groaned as I slowly regained consciousness.

I tried to move, but was met with a sharp stinging from all over my body, my wrists in particular. I looked down, and saw I was naked apart from my bra and underwear. I was suspended from the ceiling, in a dimly lit room, with chains holding up my wrists.

I started to panic and pull on my wrists to try and loosen the chains, but it was no use. It was silent in the room apart from my heavy breathing and the rattling on the chains.

I was stood there for a while, waiting for something, anything. I should've poisoned myself as soon as she saw me, but there was something about her that made me unable to think.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"If you break my ceiling, I won't be best pleased," an all too familiar voice purred from behind me, "I'll admit, I'm surprised. You don't seem like an agent. So what are you?" She frowned as she came to stand in front of me.

I said nothing and avoided eye contact. I just wanted her to shoot me.

"We can do this the easy way, where you answer my questions, or the hard way, where I make you answer my questions," she smirked, "so what will it be, pet?"

Again, I said nothing.

"Hmm, I wouldn't have done that if I were you," she chuckled, darkly, before walking behind me again. I thought I heard her pick something up but then it went silent. I waited for a few seconds, before something heavy, cold and metallic struck my back, making me wince. The average person would've screamed at that, but I held on.

She walked back around to face me again, and in her hands sat a thick metal chain. Had I just been hit with that?!

"What are you?" She asked again, tracing the muscles on my torso with her cold fingers.

I said nothing and got another whip of the chain across my front, making me flinch slightly. This time, I looked her dead in the eyes and laughed a little when I saw her annoyed expression that I wasn't fazed by her torture.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" She yelled, hitting me three times over with the metal. Again, I said nothing.

"Fuck this," she mumbled, before leaving me alone to bleed in the room.