I had tried to stay awake, but sleep caught up with me and I was jolted awake when the door flew open and Jasper walked in.

"Is it time for more questions?" I asked sarcastically.

He looked at my bloody hand that was throbbing. "What did you do?"

"I punched the door. Nothing happened. So later I punched it again, and again, and again," I shrugged. "It's okay, I can still do this with it." I stuck my middle finger at him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Get up," he said and grabbed my arm. He handcuffed my arms behind my back and then pushed me out of the room. We didn't go far, only down the hall and into a white room with hospital beds and medical equipment. It stank of antiseptic and bleach.

"Is this her?" A middle aged woman asked, walking up to us in a white lab coat.

Jasper nodded.

"Uncuff her, Jasper," the woman frowned. "You're treating her like a criminal!"

"She is," Jasper shrugged.

"You've done worse," the woman said and Jasper unlocked the handcuffs. "Hello, Daisy, I'm Madeline. I'm going to do your medical assessment."

I frowned. "You what?"

"My father has ordered that you have a full medical work up," Jasper said.

"What? Fuck off," I snapped and stepped back when Madeline pulled a needle out of her pocket. "No way."

"It would be easier if you didn't resist," Madeline said.

"It would be easier if you dropped dead, but I don't think that's going to happen," I scowled and I ran to the door, but Jasper grabbed me and yanked me back. I punched him and he stumbled back. "No one is coming near me with any needles!"

Jasper sighed and I stepped back. "Don't do this," he said and I swore loudly when I crashed into something. Jasper ran forward and grabbed me, pinning me to his chest.

"Hold her arm out," Madeline ordered.

"Go to hell!" I growled and Jasper struggled to hold my arm forward.

"Oh screw this," he exclaimed and ripped his gun from his belt and I felt a painful blow to my head and my world went black.

*

My head was pounding when I woke up. I groaned and pried open my eyes, shutting them immediately when the light burned.

"Jesus," I muttered and went to rub my eyes, but my hand wouldn't move. I forced my eyes open and saw my right arm had been handcuffed to the bed, but I did realise that I had a splint on my hand for my dislocated thumb.

I blinked a few times. I was in the same medical room that I was in before. Only difference was that I was now handcuffed to a bed and dressed in one of those shitty hospital gowns.

I looked at my left hand and saw that it was bandaged up. I had freaked out a little last night. I punched more than I should've.

I winced when I tried to bend my hand. I could see a little bit of blood seeping through the bandage. I noticed that I was hooked up to a drip, but my handcuffed hand wouldn't let me pull out the needle that connected to tube to my arm.

I cringed when I saw needle marks in my arm. Bruises were starting to form around them.

"What the hell have they done to me?" I muttered.

"Nothing much."

I jumped when Madeline opened the curtain that separated me from the rest of the room and she smiled at me.

"You don't have to worry. We took some blood, checked you over, made sure you were healthy. The drip is just there to keep you hydrated while you were unconscious," Madeline explained.

I narrowed my eyes at her and raised my handcuffed wrist. "Is this necessary?"

Madeline smiled at me. "Do you really need me to answer that?"

I sighed. "What the fuck am I doing here? Why have you taken some of my blood? I swear you need consent to do that."

"The blood is for tests," Madeline simply.

"What sort of tests?" I demanded.

Madeline ignored me and she checked some paperwork at the end of the bed.

"Hey!" I snapped. "You can't do this! You can't keep me here! It's illegal."

"We're above the law, Daisy," Madeline said simply.

There was no doubt in my mind, this was the other assassin agency.

I still didn't know what they wanted with me. I had answered their questions about killing their agent, and they had yet to tell me anything.

Why was an agent that worked for this agency living in London and raping people.

"Nothing adds up," I murmured.

"Are you hungry?" Madeline asked.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure!" I snapped.

Madeline didn't seem to notice, or ignored my harsh tone and smiled at me. "I'll bring you some food. I bet you're hungry after the night you've had."

I sighed angrily and shook my head at Madeline's retreating figure.

Ten minutes later Madeline returned with a tray of food that I ignored and she left me alone.

"You were meant to eat that." I looked up when the man from last night walked up to my bed. Jasper's father.

"I don't tend to have much of an appetite when I've been kidnapped," I said.

"The handcuffs wouldn't be necessary if we trusted you not to run," the man said and pulled a seat up and sat down.

"Is that meant to make me feel better?" I snapped. "What the hell do you want with me? And don't fucking say you want to ask more questions."

"We are waiting on some test results then the decision will be made," the man said and I rolled my eyes. "I don't think I introduced myself properly last night, my name is Richard Monroe, I am in charge of this organisation."

"Do you think I care what your name is?" I said.

Richard ignored me. "Daisy, when Madeline was doing her checkup, she noticed another scar on you. On your thigh. A stab mark."

I cringed at the thought of someone touching me while I was unconscious. "So?"

"How did you get it?"

"I got stabbed," I shrugged.

"When? Why?"

"Why the fuck should I tell you?"

"I'm just curious. And your body, it has signs of years of physical stress and abuse... You don't seem surprised."

Why would I be when I've been training my whole life to be a killer? "I've had a shitty upbringing," I said dismissively.

"Apart from that, you're very fit and healthy," Richard observed.

"Great," I said sarcastically.

"You fight well. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Grow up where I did and you'll pick it up eventually," I shrugged. It wasn't a lie.

"The orphanage has been contacted."

I perked up at this and eyed Richard curiously.

"I spoke to Blake-"

"Spoke? What did he say? What-"

"And he believes that you are currently in a police station-"

"Bullshit," I scoffed. "He knows I'm not stupid enough to get arrested." I paused and added for the sake of my cover, "again."

"You broke your probation," Richard said. "You were out past 11pm, that's against the rules."

"Bullshit!" I yelled. "There's no way he would believe such bollocks!"

"Well he did," Richard shrugged. "And he'll be waiting when you finally get sent home."

"And when the hell is that?" I snapped as Madeline called Richard over.

"I've not yet decided."

*

My next visitor was Jasper. He came an hour later after Richard had gone off to speak to Madeline and never came back.

"What the fuck do you want?" I sighed and he sat down on the chair next to my bed. He was silent for a while. "Stop staring at me!" I snapped.

Jasper blinked a few times and furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Sorry about your face," he said suddenly.

"What?"

Jasper picked up a mirror and I scowled when I saw I had stitches just above my eyebrow. "It happened when I hit you with the gun," he shrugged.

"Thanks for that," I muttered and I glared when he stared at me again. It was like he zoned out and watching me was the only thing he could do. "Stop that!" I said with a raised voice. "Stop looking at me like that!"

Jasper narrowed his eyes at me and ran his fingers through his hair. It fell into his green eyes that were looking directly at me.

"You weren't lying," he said, "were you? About getting raped."

"Why would I lie about something like that?" I muttered.

"I thought you were lying."

"I wish I was," I said with a humourless laugh.

"You talked in your sleep," Jasper said and I froze.

"I did?" I said cautiously.

"It was more like screaming."

"Bloody hell," I groaned.

"I think you were remembering the night it happened."

"Fuck," I cursed.

"You said a name a lot."

"What name?"

"Eli. Is that the guy you were sitting with in class?"

I nodded curtly.

"Was he there?"

"I'd be dead if he hadn't have turned up," I said.

Jasper narrowed his eyes again, but nodded.

"Why aren't you at school?" I asked.

"It's the evening," Jasper shrugged.

I'd been unconscious the whole day.

"When can I go home?"

Jasper ignored me and stood up. He didn't spare me a glance as he walked out.

*

Another hour passed and Richard finally decided to grace me with his presence. Jasper followed behind him.

"You're going home," Richard said and placed a pile of clothes at the end of the bed.

"I am? What about those tests you were talking about?" I asked.

"The results are back, we have all the information we need," Richard said and walked up to me an uncuffed my handcuff.

"Let me guess, I don't get to find out what you did with my blood, do I?" I said.

"No," Richard said sternly. "Daisy, before you leave you need to understand that you cannot talk about anything that happened here."

"And what will you do if I do?" I asked as I ripped the needle connected to the drip from my arm.

"You'll be dragged back here and you will not leave," Richard said. "We will be keeping a close eye on you."

"How unnerving," I muttered and grabbed the clothes at the end of the bed. They were my running clothes that I was kidnapped in.

"I'm being serious," Richard warned. "We will know if you tell anyone."

I paused and glanced at Richard, a bad feeling forming in my stomach. There was only one way that they would know. They'd bugged me.

"So what's going to happen when I leave and tell absolutely no one how the people that live across from me kidnapped me? I'd love to think that you're going to ignore my existence, but I can't believe that," I said and looked at Jasper.

"You'll go back to normal," Jasper said and crossed his arms over his chest. "And we most certainly won't ignore your existence."

"If you touch me again I will punch you," I scowled.

*

Jasper had driven me home. He had blindfolded me the whole way until we got to the end of our road.

"Don't tell anyone what happened," Jasper said when he stopped the car.

"Yeah, yeah, I listened to the threat the first time," I said and grabbed the door handle, but Jasper locked the doors. "You're really starting to piss me off, you know."

"The feeling is mutual," Jasper said. "Don't do anything stupid like run away or something."

"Trust me, if I could have run away then I wouldn't be in this town right now. I'd be far away from here," I sighed. "Now open the door before I smash the window."

As soon as I heard the click I climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind me. I walked down the road. I sighed when I walked up to the orphanage and opened the door.

"Daisy!" Blake gasped. "What the fuck happened!"

"Shut the hell up and don't talk to me," I said sternly and Eli walked out of a room and looked at me with wide eyes.

"What happened? You're injured, princess," he said.

"Yo! Daisy's not dead!" Mason called when he spotted me.

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped and walked up to Eli.

"Dude, she's been turned into even more of a bitch," Mason whispered and I glared at him, but looked up at Eli and reached into his pocket.

"What-"

I held my finger to my lip and shook my head. He frowned at me, but nodded and I pulled out his phone. I went onto the notepad and typed two words.

I'M BUGGED.