Chapter 5: The Following Years

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I was there slave, I did there dirty work.

I was trained in hand to hand combat for 1 year and in firearms, I was the perfect assassin.

I remember my first mission, but it wasn't really my mission, it was my body's mission

I started going on mission for them, I killed and I stole and I took, and I couldn't control myself, and at times I was put into suspended animation.

This went on for ten years, and I started to shove my previous memories in my good life away, because once they picked me up again after a mission I would just think about it and cry, because the syrum they gave me eventually wore off, but I was loosing myself, my mind. 

I even forgot my name after time, no one used it and I forgot it, sometimes I would have nightmares and wake up crying, or I would have a good dream about my past and cry.

So I just locked my memories away and they soon faded and tried to think of a way out of this hell, but I had been caught and after that they had torchered my so bad I had almost died.

I was raped twice, then they whipped me, and I could feel the blood drip down my back and after they were done, they burned me in some places, beat me and threw me back in my cell.

I sat there for three days, not moving or eating while my body repaired itself and after I healed they sent me on another mission.

I just tried to forget.

Tried to loose myself.


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