One of the best spies in the United States suffers Post Traumatic Stress breakdowns and almost dying on the job. She goes back to her hometown to spend winter break with her family members and to take care of her mental health. Things are going well...
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I have woken up to the same place and position I was way too familiar with. I am tied up once again in the basement, but I was not alone. Melanie, Jason, Jacob, and even Jackie were tied up as well. I wondered what is going on this time.
I hear the basement door open, Graves walk down the stairs pointing a gun at us. None of us could speak or yell because we have duck tape on our mouths.
When it comes to Graves, it is hard to tell what he is going to do. But knowing that everyone was tied up, I have a feeling that he is going to cause a lot of trouble.
"Well... Well... Well, look at what we got here." He chuckles, finding humor in our captivity. "Who would have thought I would be the last person standing tall?"
He walks towards all of us slowly, shining his gun with his shirt. I try my hardest to escape, but he tied the ropes tightly that I could barely feel them.
"You are probably wondering why I got you all tied up? I had enough of all the drama and the attention being taken away from me." He said, but I could not comprehend what he was trying to explain. So he did all this for attention? What type of reasoning is that? Kidnapping people, torturing them, and even killing them, all for attention.
Honestly, I do not know who is worse. Jackie and Graves are both equally awful human beings. But what I really want to know is, why did Graves tied up Jackie as well? I thought they were working together, trying their hardest to kill me.
It also does not make sense that he would tie up Jacob. One of the reasons why Graves was helping Jackie was to protect him and avenge him. I do know what was going on with Graves or why he was doing all of this. I thought he was crazy before, he has completely lost his mind now.
"For the longest, everyone has treated me as an unimportant sidekick. Helping out those who never cared about me to begin with. You all think I am just some crazy man who loves to cause trouble, but none of you know me as a person." He vents out his frustration.
"Before I became a spy, my life was absolutely miserable. Both of my parents were abusive towards me, treating me like I was a burden to them. I was bullied at school for not being physically strong or stand up for myself. I was homeless for some parts of my 20s. But do you all want to know how I changed my life around?" He asked. I do not know why he was asking questions when no one was able to speak because of the duct tape on our mouths.
"Oh yeah, I forgot none of you can speak. But honestly, that is a great thing because you all talk too much. Now you all have to finally listen to me for once in your pathetic lives." He went back to his creepy smile, I could not believe he is finding a lot of amusement in our torment.
"As I was saying, my life changed forever when I first killed a human being." He revealed, hearing all this made me want to throw up.
"When I was homeless, a group of these privileged men, harassed me. Making feel like my life was worthless and I was never going to be anything important." He pauses, breathing hard like a dragon. "I will never forget this moment, but one of those men pushed me hard on the floor, blood was leaking on my head and some of my bones were broken. Then, he pissed on me."
