I'm Not Who I Am

[16] I Never Knew This Day Would Come

A/N Edited.

Jessica's POV

Oh no.

It's the phrase that currently floats in my mind as I tried to recall what happened. Well, what did happen? Besides me using frying pans and being kidnapped, there's not much to say.

In the agency, there are rankings. I am currently at #8 out of god knows how many, and behind my rank was my oh so rival, Jordan. I haven't actually met him, but ever since, there has always been some kind of unsaid competition between the two of us because we're both agents of the same age.

I didn't know what the kid's problem is but I've also started to develop a hatred for him every time the rankings were released.

It was always a competition. Sometimes I ranked better than him, and sometimes he got a higher rank than me. I bet he's going to be hell a lot happy now since I've already started to accept that my hard-earned points are going straight to garbage because of this incident. I think I won't be in the top thirty either.

Dammit.

I opened my eyes and the dark-lit room greeted me. I glanced around to see that we were inside a container ship. I'm sitting on a chair and my hands are tied up behind my back. My feet are tied to each leg of the chair and a piece of disgusting clothing was placed in my mouth to prevent me from making noise. Talk about unhygienic.

"Good morning, princess." An unfamiliar voice from the shadows greeted. I cringed at how he said the word, princess. Only one person called me that and hearing it now, I can't believe how badly I want to hear his arrogant remarks.

Once I get a hold of you, I will shred your balls into tiny pieces. A man behind me removed the cloth from my mouth. "Who the fuck are you?" I said, trying to sound calm as I leaned back on my chair.

I looked around to see that there were about six armed men inside the container ship with me. The exit was on the far east corner from where I was sitting. I glared at the figure that was probably watching me for hours.

The response I got was a laugh. A shiver ran down my spine.

"This is not fucking funny!" I gritted my teeth and spit on the floor. I looked closely at the figure in front of me.

"Well, it is to us, Elizabeth. Or would you prefer Jessica?"

The man sneered. That bastard even knew my recent and real identity.

"I'd prefer you letting me out of this hell hole, thank you very much," I sarcastically and blatantly spat out as the man stepped closer to me. As he stepped closer, two figures emerge from the back.

Holy shitake mushrooms.

I squint my eyes to examine the people standing behind him. It was a woman. I can see that familiar blonde hair, small built.......it was Ella. The same Ella that I met in school a few weeks ago. That two-faced bitch! No wonder she sounded so fake.

I shot daggers at them and eyed them from head to toe. They grinned at me from ear to ear. Oh, I wish I had a knife to carve out those ugly faces off.

I raised my eyebrow at them and they sneered at me. Ella stepped a bit closer to me and slapped me across the face. It stung like hell. Just you wait, you fucking bastards.

The main guys all left me in the container ship so it was just me and Mr. Big Man here. I slump back in my chair and sighed in defeat.

"Hey, Mr. Big Guy, what time is it?" I asked as I peek in his direction.