They cut me everyday. That is why I have grown so accustomed to pain, and why I have the scars of my back. They whipped me when I would disobey. They choked me when I refused. That is why I escaped.
And yet, why am I being treated the same way by those who I thought were my friends, who I escaped to?
I could no longer feel anything: the cuts, the blood, the tears. I could only feel the raging fire in the pit of my stomach, hungry for revenge.
This needed to stop.
I was going to stop it.
I had to stop it.
I would stop it, or I would die trying.
I knew what I had to do. I just had to do it.
It was time to join The Rebellion.
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The Spy - Agent X
ActionDon't waste my time. If you want to read, then read, but if you don't, then leave. Seriously. I'm literally dodging bullets right now. ... ... ... Fine. I'm Kara, and I'm a spy. And before you ask, yes, spies do exist. And no, I don't work for the g...
