ALESSANDRA

"I'm not a slut" I said firmly hitting his hands away from me. My voice was broken and hoarse as I spoke but I didn't care, not even when my throat began to burn. His expression instantly became dark as he pushed me against the wall.

"You are a slut, my slut. From now on until I feel as if I don't want you, you will be my little toy." he said pinching my chin between his fingers. " for me to play with until I get bored" he whispered, his voice low and deep, "I promise you, you will love being my piccola puttana".
(Little whore)

My face flushed at the low growl of his voice and I felt myself heat up from his dirty choice of words, but how dare he. He doesn't know me, he doesn't know how hard I worked to get where I am today.

"fuck you. I maybe a murder, a conartist, a thief , a liar, a self-centered asshole and even a bitch. But I'm no fucking slut." I spat pushing him away from me as I turned toward the door with long confident steps. My throat felt like I had swallowed stones but I ignored it stomping down the steps and through the house, having no idea where I was going.

I needed to escape from here, but I had no clue how. His property was huge, and besides the front wall, the other boundary walls were talled and more difficult to get past and definitely more heavily guarded. I saw last night while looking through the window how far his property stretched.

I was absolutely fuming and I needed to take it out on someone. Anger for an assassin was one of their biggest weaknesses. Their movements became sloppy and uncoordinated and their minds became blinded by rage. But not for me, when I became angry my movements became quicker and had more force behind them. I didn't let the anger blind and instead used it to help me focus on my main objective. Taking down the enemy.

As I walked around the house, looking for away to release me anger, I passed by a gym where I saw a whole lot of men training. Curious, i stopped to watch them for a little, I found it insulting how I didn't see a single woman anywhere. Actually, the only women I did see were maids. Another insult which added more fuel to my flame.

With my mind made up, I stepped into the room and immediately walked onto the sparring mat and took of the baggy hoodie, since I was wearing a sports bra underneath. I had put it on after getting clothes from a maid.

It was just your basic t-shirt and track pants and I didn't understand why I was getting clothes but I didn't want to complain. Maybe someone was sick of me using their clothes.

I remained calm as I saw all eyes on me, but that didn't matter. What mattered was getting rid of all my pent up rage, and the only way I knew how was beating the shit out of someone.

I stood on the mat waiting for my first opponent. However, nobody seemed eager to try and land a blow on a girl, one of the men even turned to leave and so of course, I mocked them. The man that was originally on the mat just continued to walk away, so I called out to him. .

"Don't be scared. I don't bite that hard." some chuckled while most just let a smile slip, one however stepped forward.
This got the reaction I was looking for because a few seconds later he turned around.
"Listen girl. Your place isn't here, it's on your knees between my legs" he said with an overconfident smirk.

"Really? Prove it" I said getting ready to fight. He laughed slowly.
"You really don't want to fight me" he spoke again. It was my turn to smirk.

"I think your overestimating yourself". I said taking a small step closer. "You said my place is on my knees, so put me in my place."

"You're lucky I like my whores feisty" he said chuckling. My mood changed instantly, there it was again. Whore.
My face went blank as I slowly looked at him in his eyes.

He stopped laughing when he saw me. He cleared his throat a little.

"Fine. You want to fight. Let's fight"
He was quick as he came up to me and tried to grab my bruised throat. But that was rookie mistake. I grabbed his hand instantly sending him to the floor by knocking him off his feet.

"Looks like I put you in your place instead". I said. "Below me". He stood up quickly trying to get me with a back kick. But I ducked and threw a punch into his abdomen, winding him.
I used the opportunity to grab his throat and throw him into the ground before hitting him in his face.

He groaned as he stood up again and looked around at the many people watching me kick his ass.
He scowled sending me a dark glare.

He was already out of breath while I was still calm and ready for him a again.

"I'm not stupid. I know when I can't win" was all he said before he walked away.

The rest of the time was spent on all the other men trying to beat me, at one point they were coming all at once while I was just blocking, ducking and rolling.

A few hours had passed before I was calling it a time out. My throat was in so much pain I couldn't even swallow. I was covered in sweat and completely exhausted as I walked down the steps towards the room I was sleeping in.

I walked in I went straight for the bathroom since I needed a shower very desperately.

After showering and cleaning up I walked out in a towel to look through the cupboards for something to wear. I looked toward the other side of the closest and scowled as I saw the skimpy clothes that filled the racks with a note. For my loving puta.

Did he expect me to walk around in these? In front of a house full of men. I clenched my jaw in anger and immediately stormed up the stairs towards the room I knew Romeo slept in. Unlucky for him, we were sharing clothes until I found a way out of this hell hole.

I took my pick of a black shirt which was way too big and slipped on pair of my shorts underneath. Satisfied with what I was wearing I walked out of the closest and downstairs to look for Diego and Romeo.

I wasn't surprised when I found them in front of the TV playing need 4 speed. I quietly say down on the couch in between them and watched them play.

"How was your talk with King?" Diego asked as he munched on the snacks they had in front of them.

I scoffed in return..
"Bitch wants me to be his slut. Never fucking happening" I whispered hoarsely.

Diego and Romeo just laughed in response.
"You're so naive, Al. It is happening and there's nothing you, or anybody else for that matter can do about it". Romeo said with a chuckle.

"He can do nothing but beat me. And that's nothing I'm not used to so he can't really do anything" I croaked out.

Diego frowned at this. "Nothing you're not used to?" he questioned. I laughed at this.

"Yeah. Assassins aren't just picked off the street you know. I'm nothing but a machine that you don't have the key to" I said lightly. "It's actually scary how my body is programmed to obey and kill" I said shaking my head.

Diego and Romeo just stared at me as I looked at the TV to avoid their gazes.
My smile eventually faltered when I remembered how I was trained, day in and day out I was beaten into submission, taught to kill, taught to obey with a single word. I was hired by the highest bidder as a killing machine and a personal bodyguard.

I would stand beside them wearing a mask to conceal my identity for days with almost no sleep and with one word I was forced murder whoever they wanted. I was grateful that the people I killed were also monsters, like me.

Of course I got payed millions, but I didn't have a right to take lives, not when I wasn't the one to give it.
No one was born a killer

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Edited: 06/09/2020