fade when they came for her and subjected her to it all over again. Sometimes she would go for days on end with the pain never ceasing. She looked forwards to those mornings when she could wake up and the pain would only be a dull throb in the background.
Was this all that life was? She had an idea that there was something more than this. Stories of places where pain wasn't a constant companion. Where children mixed together and had fun. But those things seemed so alien to the little girl who was trapped in hellish world of pain and hurt.
Had she been a bad person? Surely however bad she had been she didn't deserve this.
Her body was covered in scars where they cut into her when she was asleep. Recently they had shaved her head and she could feel scars on her bare scalp where they had started cutting into her skull. She reached up and felt the sharp stubble where her hair had just started coming back. She had had gloriously long red hair until they hacked it off. The only reason she had known that it was red was because it was so long she could easily see it, they never provided her with access to a mirror. She had no idea what she looked like. Her hair had always been knotted but she had enjoyed trying to comb it out with her fingers. Now they had stolen even that small pleasure from her.
She rocked herself to sleep curled up in the corner of the room, tears continuing to fall.
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Sara barged into the outer chamber of Marc Ash's office causing his assistant to flinch and look up from the computer screen. Her fingers stopped tapping their rhythmic beat on the keyboard and a hand dropped below the level of the desk ready to hit the button concealed there. If she hit that button it would call security to this office and cause reinforced barriers to surround Ash's inner office.
The assistant recognized Sara, who was a frequent visitor to the office either for a commendation or a condemnation, and visibly relaxed although she kept that hand under the desk her finger no doubt poised over the button, it was part of her job to be cautious.
"Agent Fox," the assistant said in a cool voice. "Supervisor Ash is rather busy at the present time. I am sure you can understand that the events of last night require his immediate attention. If you would like to make an appointment I can schedule you in for-"
Sara held up her hand to indicate for the assistant to stop speaking. The other woman went quiet and looked at Sara waiting for her to speak. Her face maintained a neutral, professional expression even though Sara's rudeness must have annoyed her.
"I want to see him right now," Sara said, she kept her hand raised with her palm towards the assistant to keep her from interrupting. "What I have to say is related to the events of last night and he needs to hear me out." Sara lowered her arm and looked at Ash's assistant expectantly.
"Supervisor Ash asked for there to be no interruptions while he compiled his final report. Whatever you have to say can be reported to him later. If you think it is too important for that," The assistant's professional mask slipped for one brief instant letting Sara see that she didn't think that anything Sara could ever have to say would be all that important. "I am sure one of the supervisors conducting the debriefs for last night’s operation would be happy to see you. I can look through the system and find out who is free for you."
Sara placed her hands on either side of the assistant's desk and leaned forwards over the top of the computer screen so that their faces were only centimeters apart. "I suggest you inform him that I want to see him right now before he is through compiling that report. If you fail to do so I can assure you that when he does get to hear what I have to say he will not thank you for standing in my way."
Sara brought to bear all the weight of her voice on the poor assistant. Sara had used that voice to back men who were physically much larger than herself
Was this all that life was? She had an idea that there was something more than this. Stories of places where pain wasn't a constant companion. Where children mixed together and had fun. But those things seemed so alien to the little girl who was trapped in hellish world of pain and hurt.
Had she been a bad person? Surely however bad she had been she didn't deserve this.
Her body was covered in scars where they cut into her when she was asleep. Recently they had shaved her head and she could feel scars on her bare scalp where they had started cutting into her skull. She reached up and felt the sharp stubble where her hair had just started coming back. She had had gloriously long red hair until they hacked it off. The only reason she had known that it was red was because it was so long she could easily see it, they never provided her with access to a mirror. She had no idea what she looked like. Her hair had always been knotted but she had enjoyed trying to comb it out with her fingers. Now they had stolen even that small pleasure from her.
She rocked herself to sleep curled up in the corner of the room, tears continuing to fall.
***************
Sara barged into the outer chamber of Marc Ash's office causing his assistant to flinch and look up from the computer screen. Her fingers stopped tapping their rhythmic beat on the keyboard and a hand dropped below the level of the desk ready to hit the button concealed there. If she hit that button it would call security to this office and cause reinforced barriers to surround Ash's inner office.
The assistant recognized Sara, who was a frequent visitor to the office either for a commendation or a condemnation, and visibly relaxed although she kept that hand under the desk her finger no doubt poised over the button, it was part of her job to be cautious.
"Agent Fox," the assistant said in a cool voice. "Supervisor Ash is rather busy at the present time. I am sure you can understand that the events of last night require his immediate attention. If you would like to make an appointment I can schedule you in for-"
Sara held up her hand to indicate for the assistant to stop speaking. The other woman went quiet and looked at Sara waiting for her to speak. Her face maintained a neutral, professional expression even though Sara's rudeness must have annoyed her.
"I want to see him right now," Sara said, she kept her hand raised with her palm towards the assistant to keep her from interrupting. "What I have to say is related to the events of last night and he needs to hear me out." Sara lowered her arm and looked at Ash's assistant expectantly.
"Supervisor Ash asked for there to be no interruptions while he compiled his final report. Whatever you have to say can be reported to him later. If you think it is too important for that," The assistant's professional mask slipped for one brief instant letting Sara see that she didn't think that anything Sara could ever have to say would be all that important. "I am sure one of the supervisors conducting the debriefs for last night’s operation would be happy to see you. I can look through the system and find out who is free for you."
Sara placed her hands on either side of the assistant's desk and leaned forwards over the top of the computer screen so that their faces were only centimeters apart. "I suggest you inform him that I want to see him right now before he is through compiling that report. If you fail to do so I can assure you that when he does get to hear what I have to say he will not thank you for standing in my way."
Sara brought to bear all the weight of her voice on the poor assistant. Sara had used that voice to back men who were physically much larger than herself
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