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    The Agent – (Chapter: Smack my bitch up)

    Story written on February 28, 2008 by erasexmyself.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=17512
    Author Notes:

    Ashley is hired to kill Spencer…

    "Oh don’t be so dramatic you weren’t in there for longer than a minute" she started breathing normally again

    "I get claustrophobic"

    I gave her my best evil grin, "good I’ll remember that. Now get into the front and shut the hell up" she nodded and walked to the passenger side of the car.

    We drove for 30 miles in silence. I eventually saw a motel sign, "The sunrise hotel" it looked seedy, but it would have to do. I pulled in and stopped the car, Spencer was looking at me puzzled

    "we’re stopping for the night" I warned her not to run, to follow my lead or else she’d be going back into the boot. She nodded as we walked into the reception area.

    Seedy was an understatement, we’d been in our room for 3 minutes and already spotted 3 cockroaches. I needed to shower but feared Spencer would take this opportunity to run. I grabbed her by the arm and lead her into the bathroom.

    "What are you doing?" she asked as she caught sight of the hand cuffs in my hand

    "I need to shower"

    "So?"

    "I don’t want you to run, now give me your hand" she struggled as I handcuffed her to the shower door.

    I started getting undressed but stopped when I saw she was staring at me.

    "Turn around" I ordered,

    "Why? the glass is see through, I’m going to see you naked anyway"

    "You’re too smart for your own good" I finished undressing and avoided eye contact as I climbed into the shower, pulling the door closed and watched as Spencer fell into the door.

    "Ouch"

    "Sorry"

    I started cleaning myself, fully aware that Spencer had her eyes fixed on me.

    "Why are you staring at me?"

    "I’m not"

    "Don’t argue with me" I made my voice stern

    "I’m not staring at you, I’m staring at all your scars" I flinched and looked down. My body was a battle field. I had marks and scars covering most of my body. For the first time my entire life I felt self conscious. I turned off the water and climbed out, surprised to see Spencer holding a towel for me.

    "How’d you get them?"

    I don’t want to talk about it, I un cuffed her "go to the room, watch tv. I need to get dressed"

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