Di Salvo

Prologue

"Sir, I am so, so sorry" I pleaded on my knees, not being able to stand up after the beating I had just gotten.

"Good. Next time you'll know not to make the same mistake again."
He kneeled to my height, and it was this exact moment I wished I had been killed, instead of punished.

I had surely broken a bone or two this time, and wounds made by his favorite knife were still oozing blood. He looked at me, carefully, as if he wanted to see if he had done enough damage.
He had. And he surely had realized that because just a few moments after I felt him stand up again, turning his body to the metal door this small dark litten room had.

"Hey, Slut." He turned around to meet my beat up body, and I swear I almost saw a proud smile on his face.

"The Uppers want to see you-" he said, walking away, leaving me on the floor alone. "-So get your fucking useless ass up and walk to them"

Why do they want to see me?

***

"Greetings, Sir's" I bowed down to show my respect at the older men surrounding me.

It was a fairly litten room, yet the only thing in it was an enormous table, which had the form of a semicircle so all of them would we able to look at their visitor directly.

"Hello 141129211" an older man, who looked in his fifties, exclaimed my code like it was second nature. "We're pleased to see you so early" he grinned

The room stayed silent for awhile, apart from the few rustling sounds of paper and sighs from one of the men.

"We're here to inform you that you'll need to go out for an important mission."

I looked wide eyed at the man who said it, and then immediately to my feet. Weren't the upper middles usually for this job? Heck, even the middles could have done it.

As if he knew I would think that he added: "your body, your innocence. The middles and upper middles do not have that 141129211"

My breath stilled. "I-Innocence?" I managed to whisper. What the fuck. First I get almost beaten to death because I forgot to put the small carpet 5 centimeters in front of Sir's door and now this?

"Yes. What part of it did you not hear, useless shit?" A man to my far left asked me.
I didn't answer, and the man in the middle continued

"Tomorrow, 6am. You'll go to an important man's house as a scouts girl. While you try to sell him some cookies we'll be able to listen through this microphone-" he held a small black metal up "-and get information out of it. I'll need you at 5am ready at this office. Your uniform will be on your mattress."

"Yes sir."
I answered registering all that's happened. Who is that important man, and most importantly, would he be able to help me escape?