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Prologue
A black room meant nothing. Spotlight means nothing. A metal table means nothing. Individually each of these items have no meaning. Combined though, they brought something dark.


Chapter one

Rachel (Rachel is my friend's character)

Everything can change in a moment. I didn’t think he’d hit me. Then again, I didn’t think he’d do it the first time. My jaw started to ache.
“Where is she?!” he screamed..
“I don’t know!” I said.
Speaking hurt. My mouth hurt. I couldn’t breath. He stared down at me in disgust and spat in my face. Then, he stormed out and the door slammed.. It echoed through the dark room.. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs. My hands were tied tightly behind my backs, and my ankles bound together. My jaw started throbbing. I could feel a bruise come on. It was going to be a big one, one that would cover the lower part of my jaw. I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes to see a girl with red hair enter the room. She muttered something that I couldn’t quite hear.
“What do you want?” I said hastily.
There was no reply. She averted her gaze and never looked at me in my eyes. I scoffed in my head. This girl would never last in my shoes. Not with my job and most definitely not in my rank. I kept a blank face. No feelings can show in my line of work. Everything I do, is an act. I’m an actress. I con people. I know how to use their weaknesses and strengths to my advantage. Although this girl made me stop and think for a second.
“What’s your name?” I questioned.
“Kenzie” she snapped. “And I’ll ask the questions here thank you very much”

“Do you even know what this is all about?” she snarled.

I looked blankly at her.

“I thought not” she started to turn towards the door.

“Wait . . .” I said. The words spilled out of my mouth. Shit. I had to think of something else to say. I grimaced.

“Aren’t you going to let me out of these cuffs and chains?” I murmured.

She heaved a sigh. Ha. She thought she had me. No one can trap me or else I wouldn’t be where I was now. She pulled the keys out of from her pocket. Soon I could once again feel my feet and hands. I massaged my wrists, they ached in pain.
“You’re released” she finally said.
I stood up unsteadily. My first few steps were difficult.

“You still haven’t told me your name.” she said.

I turned, and looked her up and down.. I smile. Well she has some guts. My smirk disappeared quickly and it was replaced with a grimace.
“It’s best if you don’t know.” I opened the door. I took one last look at her before I turned.
Now I understand what people say when by out of the frying pan, and into the fire. For James, stood broadly in front of the door blocking my way. He stared down at me.
“You disgust me. You’re a liar, a thief, a conman, a bitch.” he snarled. “You know what I’m talking about. SIT BACK DOWN!”
I took a step back and measured him up. I could easily take him on, but if I did my cover would be blown. They would know. I scowled at the thought that I had to act weak. I slowly started backwards and say back down in the chair.
"That's better" he said smugly.
Smug. He thinks he's so tough. But he's not. The girl named Kenzie ran out the door.