My Wife, The Mercenary/Assassin

CHAPTER 8: Day One Of Training!

ZOE

Today was the first day of training and I gotta admit, I'm a little bit nervous.

Though I wasn't as nervous before but am now. Mostly due to the nightmare I had last night. Well, it was more like a flashback actually. A memory of when I first began working with Charles and the first time we met.

*FLASHBACK*

I was six years old when my parents were both murdered in front of me.

The man that killed them had taken me and placed me into a children's camp, or as I called it-a child's hell.

There they forced me and many others into slavery. If you were under the age of ten, you worked outside. Digging ditches and doing hard physical labor.

Then once you turned eleven years old, if you were a woman, they'd put you inside the house and made you do cleaning and cooking and everything they believed a woman's job was.

However, once you turned sixteen, you were sold to the highest bidder of the fattest most disgusting and perverted rich asshole. You did whatever they wanted you to do. Even if it meant sexual things. And if you didn't obey, they would send you back to be tortured.

Meanwhile, if you were male, no matter what age, you were forced to learn to fight. You were trained with weapons, survival skills, hand to hand combat/fighting and moat importantly, how to kill. Which for years I would find a way to sneek out in the middle of the night to have a boy there, train me how to fight and survive.

One day, I was working outside, when all of a sudden, a boy that thought he would be funny and try and rape me, had soon realized, I wasn't gonna go down without a fight. Which is exactly what I did. When trying to touch me, I had the perfect shot to knee him as hard as I could in the balls, in which I did. That is, right before I was able to get a pitchfork that was sticking out of a haystack and placed my foot onto his chest to hold him down while he was still moaning and groaning from how much pain he was in and thought I would teach him a lesson. So I took t.be pitchfork and I jabbed it as hard as I could down onto his genitals and left him there to bleed out.

Of course one of the leader's of this camp found out and I was put into a dark small cold and revolting smelling cell. Where I had been tortured non stop for a year, every single day. Until I met him. Charles.

The man everyone in the world feared. The man you respected if you planned on breathing again. The man that helped me seek revenge on my parents. The man who made me....who I am.

*END OF FLASHBACK/DREAM*

After getting prepared for the training, both Ray and I start walking towards behind the cabins where there's a huge area there that's already set up to begin their training. Here we go I thought as I stood in front of everyone.

"I know you were all taught to fight in the academy and such but that creates also a problem. I know all your moves as they are all predictable. And although, for the most part, your training isn't bad and teaches you how to survive and protect yourself for the most part along with disciplinary. There's more to it than just fighting. So I first want to see what you've all got. Take those survival fighting skills and techniques and use them. They are again, one of the best skills to have. But also, keep in mind that you need to mentally be prepared as well. You are never to assume when it comes to attacking Charles and taking both him and his men down. Do not underestimate him. Do not let him get into your head. He's very skilled at manipulation and he will do whatever it takes to do just that. So as a reminder, if you do as I say, listen to me, then you will do fine. Are there any questions before we begin?" I asked.

I see one of the guys' hand raises in the air.

"Yes?" I ask him.

"Can you really do all that you say you can? All that I've heard about your reputation I mean?" He asks.

"What do you think?" I tell him.

"Oh I personally think you're rusty. I mean, you just got your memory supposedly back. Mentally at least." He says which just makes me grin.

"Alright. Why don't you come up here and see if I'm rusty." I challenge him.

"Okay." He says a little more than over joyed. Which is gonna make this even more fun.

As he stands next to me, we both put our hands and arms up close to our face to get ready and fight.

"Well? Come at me." I tell him.

He chuckles a little bit before he starts to swing with his right fist and I dodge it by ducking then grabbing his fist and twisting his arm a bit while turning him around with his fist now behind his back.

"Fuck!" I hear him say.

"Are we done now?" I ask him.

He winces a little bit in pain before he nods in agreement that we're done and I push him away while letting him go.

"Shit!" I hear almost everyone say quietly under their breaths.

"Now, if that's all the questions for right now, I think we should all begin training. What do ya guys say?" I ask.

Everyone begins to scatter a little bit, finding partners and then start training.

As I begin to watch and observe, I hear Ray come up behind me and quietly says in my ear, "Don't hurt me for saying this, but that was hot as fuck."

I begin to blush and yet quickly try and hide it as I turn around to look at him with a smile. "If you liked that, you should wait until you see me in the bedroom." I tell him with a wink and seductive smile.

Which I can tell by the little quiet moan he just did as soon as I said that, that he was turned on as was I honestly.

Next chapter will be posted soon! :)