Operation SK ✔️

A Beginning?

Six months had passed.

To Teresa, it felt like six years. The daily dose of pain, fear and workout had extracted her body of any fat that may have been within her. She could feel her legs getting heavy every time she woke up, her head raging with pain every time she slept and her body all tired out every time she ate. It was torture.

To make it worse, she had got absolutely no information. Every time she was sent out to do stupid missions with the other guards, she was blindfolded until she met the others. It was basically taking part in the mafia gang war. She saw the guards around her kill every moving object when she was with them.

Oh, she killed some too but didn't regret doing so. They were all the other mafia men.

Her phone had been taken away, and she had no access to communicate with anyone at all.

Nor had she seen the three guys she had met on that first day ever again. It was like they were never there. Of course, she didn't exactly talk to the other guards. They were insects to her, and she was afraid she might squish them if she spoke to them. The last thing she remembered of them was that large mansion. Presumably where they lived, or maybe it was just a house.

All she was sure of was that they were still in San Jose. By the small earthquakes that occurred occasionally, Teresa guessed they were somewhere in or close to Almaden Valley. She had never been to San Jose before but living in Sacramento, she had heard loads about the earthquakes and tremors happening here.

All of those six months, Teresa felt as if she was simply doing the dirty job. A pawn in the games of the Shadow Killers. Her only place was at the warehouse; where she trained and lived in all those six months.

Yes. She was in a warehouse. Alone. To be trained. There was barely even a window here. Just big circular holes near the ceiling for airway, indicating if it was day or night. Her watch had stopped working long ago, and she wasn't given batteries. It was just a big room with a bathroom near her bed and the rest of the space being the training arena. It was a wide space and had enough place to fit in a small dining table where she ate her dinner.

The brutality and professionalism during her stay here told her that her mission hadn't even begun yet.

To top it all off, her nightmares didn't help her condition either.

Teresa kept seeing a figure in her dreams. Some were sad and happy; some were dark and frightening, and some were just the sound of something breaking. It was all anonymous to her. The dreams had started to come to her almost every day now. It used to be once or twice a week back in Sacramento. Now it was more of a daily occurrence and more exhausting. She'd often wake up with beads of sweat around her head and breathing hard as if she ran a marathon.

She was still deep inside her thoughts when a sharp rap on her head brought her back to attention.

"You need to be more vigilant than that if you want to survive this"

She turned her head to see her trainer. The only one with whom she talked to and who was decent. It was Terry, the very man she found as a threat to her life. He turned out to be a very gentle and soft-spoken person. Those biceps had never been misused upon her.

"Hey Terry," she said apologetically. "Sorry I was just-"

"Nervous?"

"No... I was just lost. Sorry"

Terry stood in front of her. His biceps bulging wider than it already was as he crossed his arms before his chest. Teresa often had sudden urges to see if both of her small womanly palms could encircle those arms. She was just glad she never took an actual hit from them.