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The room.

A/N: my first story I hope u like it sorry if there is some mistakes with spelling.

Warning: self harm(breaks hand on wall) torture.

My name is… wait what is my name.. ugh….pain… pain is all I remember. The screams, the blood, my blood, the white coats, the cold metal tools. I was awake; always awake. Could never sleep.  Now I tell myself, “keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep”.

I slowly open my eyes after another day of pain being cut open and put back together. My blood pooled around me and the screams filled my head. I tried to stand but can't. I turn to the cold brick wall and I pull  myself to it, my blood trailing behind me on the cold metal floors. I set myself up and face the wall. I raise my fist and hit it as hard I can, busting my knuckles. You can hear every bone break in my hand. Blood starts to pour from my knuckles. I'll try anything to get the voices out of my head, the voices they've left. The voices of those they made me kill.

I keep punching the wall with my broken hand. I don’t care about the pain ‘cause it isn't as bad as what I had been put through before. My hand is now numb and limp. I slide my back down the wall and start to break down and cry. All I remember is darkness through my mind and I don’t know why.

Everyday is the same, I wake up and  they take me to the room. The people in white coats put me in a gown and strap me down to what I assume is a surgery table. I don't know why they even put the gown on anymore, it ends up just getting covered in blood and ripped. Just after they lay me on the table they strap me down. They take the cold scalpel and run it along with my jaw slowly and slightly cutting it. it stung as it hit the air. Then they pull the knife down my neck cutting it open my flesh splitting either side of the blade, my blood is pouring out onto the table slowly, dripping of it. As my blood slowly runs down to my chest, they drag the knife along the trail of blood cutting at different depths and sometimes light like a paper cut and others deep like a stab wound my screams are filling the room they are blood curtailing, they put a rag in the mouth to shut me up. Soon my chest, my gown and the table the put me on now drowned in my blood.

After a while of them running knives across my pale cold skin, one of them grab the sharpest knife they have and stab it straight through my abdomen.  I screamed through the rag as a single tear rolls down my face as they rip it through my flesh,meat,tissue, and everything like that. They are not as gentle as they rip me open. they start removing parts of my intestines slicing it open like it is butter and then they stitch it back together again. They do this for ages with other parts of my body like my stomach, my liver and other parts of me; they attack me like I am prey and they are the predator. During this, they repeat my mission to me.

“There is a family that consisted of a mother named Camila Sangre age 40, a son named Liam Sangre age 15, and a father named Luke Sangre age 40. This family made a deal with us. one they made 15 years ago and we need you to kill them all and anyone who gets in your way”

It feels like I was in there for days but I am only in there for a few hours and only let out at noon. But the thing is I am not let out I am just chucked back into a cell to soak in my blood.

Instead of crying I just sit there staring at the wall I had broken earlier today. The only thing in my mind is my mission I had to do my job no matter what. However there is one thing that confused me a little  that is the name Sangre it sounded so familiar yet the more I hear it the angrier I get.

As I sit in my cell thinking over strategy plans my door is opened which breaks me out of my thoughts. My gear iss brought in by a girl who I haven’t met before she must be new, I stand up and face her she stares straight into my cold dead eyes with fear. As she turns to leave I see something in her ear… an earpiece and just like that I snap her neck.

A guard ran in a gun at the ready yelling at me to back off he saw the girl's dead body brought his wristwatch up to his mouth and whispered something into it, before I know it there are guards behind him but I just stand there until someone walks in.

“Aww dammit why did u do that? I liked her” my boss said.

“she has no watch sir even our janitors have watches so I knew she wasn't with us. Also she has an earpiece check her.” they check her and sure enough she did. As well as an earpiece she had an unauthorized gun that wasn't one of ours.

My boss said nothing and just nodded at me.

I say nothing as they drag her out and I get in my gear.

Fast forward to later.

It is time for me to be taken out for my mission so they came in to take me, but instead of being taken to a van like normal... I am taken into another room a new one and I see three people kneeling with bags over their heads and their hands tied behind their backs.

The door is slammed behind me and as I walk closer the three people a whole bunch of screens turned on simultaneously it was very sketchy then a voice came over the intercom.

“this is the family that is your mission but before you kill them I have something for you to know… the deal they made 15 was for safety for their newborn son and a new home and in return, they gave us their other child a girl who was only five at the time so innocent so pure so easy to manipulate. Well, they sacrificed their daughter without hesitation to save their son and that girl was you….”

I pull the bags off their heads and the memories of being taken away came flooding back a tear formed in my eye and slowly rolled down my soft cheek “no….?”

“Laura… laura is that you?” the woman asked

“M...mom?” I questioned.

“Don't forget she abandoned you for her son, she hated you so she gave you up for a house does that sound like a mom to you?” a voice spoke over the speaker.

Rage filled my heart, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white, a dead expression came over my face. I turned to the table to my right and picked up the first thing I saw... a gun.

I picked it up and BANG! BANG! I shot the two males I mean that was my plan anyway kill the two males and torture the female I always do that I think it has something to do with the fact I always felt hatred towards mothers because I never had one. But anyway I turned to her stood her up and punched her across the face as hard as I could, she fell to the ground and spat out blood. I then picked up a pipe on the ground and walked over to her with it and smashed her across the face breaking her jaw.

I couldn't stop myself I had so much rage towards her because she betrayed me when I was only 5 she gave me away for a house so I just kept beating her with the pole. The sound of bones breaking filled the room as she screamed for mercy I didn't listen to her place and started smashing her ribs with the pole ripping her skin away from her body her shirt was also torn I kept beating her once again and started smashing her ribs watching her intestines and organs pour out of her body. Finally satisfied with what I had done I took the gun and BANG! She was dead.

My mission complete.