"It all started when I was 16 years old" I explained "I had a boyfriend, well I don't really consider him a boyfriend to be honest"

"What do you call him then?" Jamie asked raising his eyebrow at me.

"A waste of time, after a month of dating, he asked me to be his girlfriend"

"And what did you say?"

"Yes of course" I confirmed to him, before letting out a soft sigh "But it lasted for a few seconds"

"And why is that exactly?" he asked

"He thought a way of celebrating our relationship status was to have sex"

"And did you?" Jamie asked again. He was starting to sound like Danny. And that wasn't a good thing.

"I was 16, virgin and underage, of course I didn't, we dated for a month, and I wasn't ready for that" I informed him, picturing the day like it was yesterday.

I was in a medium sized bedroom, in a shape of a plain square, each corner filled up with something. In the middle of the room, a double sized bed, with plain dark blue duvet and matching pillows. Beside each side of the bed, dark brown wooden bed side tables with a lamp on one side and an alarm, with bright red digits glowing on the screen. Above the headboard, a picture of a motorcycle with bright neon paint splattered on it. Motorcycles were meant to be cool for boys.

In front of the bed was a large plasma TV screen, on one side a book shelf, and on the other a shelf with random objects. Trophies from football competitions at school, and medals achieved from Sports Day and Best Improved Student. The wardrobe was on one side of the room, up against the wall, and beside a chest of drawers, both dark wooden brown. Spaces on the wall, covered up by some framed pictures against the cream painted walls, and dark blue carpeting. And on the ceiling, a black round light shade.

Myself and the boy sitting on the bed after another successful date; smiles all-round.

"Okay, so what, did you say no?"

"Yes, I said no. But he kept smiling, talking smoothly, and his fingers either on my shoulder, arm or legs. He kept trying to convince me, saying how he could make me feel good"

"So he was pressuring you?"

"Yeah, it felt like hours had gone by with the amount of sweet talking, but it's when he crossed the line" Suddenly, I froze up, and I didn't want to talk, because then I would remember it all, and it was a nightmare I wanted to destroy. My stomach started doing handstands, cartwheels and flips, and I felt bile rise to her throat. But breathing slowly, I managed to close my eyes and I took time time, though the police wanted me to spill everything.

"Ame- Lexi...How did he cross the line? You've gotta tell us everything, or me everything, I deserve it don't I?" No matter the situation, he had to say that.

"Don't play that card, Jamie. I know I lied, but I had no choice. If you let me finish" I sighed, taking a deep breath. "His hand was on my thigh and going upwards, before he..." I couldn't help but freeze up again, images coming back, bile rising in my throat.

"He what, Lexi?" Jamie was using a tone to pressure me to tell him everything. But it was making me feel incredibly worse. "Come on, Lexi, you gotta tell us everything, I know it's hard, but telling us everything, it will build the story" he stated, but I stayed silent. There was silence in the air, but he sighed in frustration. He was getting angry. His actions were bringing back memories of another situation. "Lexi" his tone of voice was getting louder, and I couldn't help but start to break, before he sounded like Danny "LEXI!" he shouted.

"HE TOUCHED ME!" shouted before tears started flowing down my rosy cheeks. I closed my eyes and put my head down in submission. Jamie shifted in the chair, clearing his throat. He felt awkward or felt bad, but he felt uncomfortable.

"When...er...when you say he touched you...Look, I know you don't want to talk about it, but we gotta get everything" he spoke softly.

"He placed his hand on my crotch, is that what you want to hear? He placed his hand on my crotch and gave it a hard grip" I gritted my teeth explaining. No one knew.

I never went to the police about this...

"Jesus" Jamie sighed and looked down

"Hey, at least it wasn't worse than that" I shrugged it off, trying not to make a big deal out of it, but it was a big deal. I said no, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"He sexually assaulted you, Lexi, or attempted. Sorry, finding it hard to actually realise someone did that to you" he sighed "He sexually assaulted you; did you go to the police about it?" he asked

"Nope; I never told anyone, well I told my sister" I explained, that moment was hard. The biggest secret I ever had to keep. But we were twin sisters, fraternal. We would do anything for each other.

"Which sister? Clara or Elettra?"

"Clara. She is my twin after all. I told her to keep it a secret, because knowing our mum she would go to the police. And then it's another court case. Already been to court; for the divorce and custody battle; I didn't want people staring at me, judging me"

"They wouldn't judge you for this-"

"Of course they would Jamie. Most of my life during high school, I was called frigid, slut, whore. They called me a whore and slut because my mum was on her 6th kid, thinking I was going to have that many, and people found out we broke up, it was mostly the high school bitches that called me those names...we are getting off course here" I sighed

"Okay, so after he...touched you, what happened next?" Jamie asked softly.

"I got off the bed, he followed suit, he moved closer to me, until I kicked him in the balls and ran out of the house...But being a teenage girl, instead of going home, I went to a cafe, local cafe. It was about nearly 9pm at night. I couldn't go home, I was too emotional and I know questions would be asked. So, I thought I was soaking the tears and emotions up in hot chocolate" I sighed feeling exhausted. Now I fancied a hot chocolate. "Then, that's when my life changed forever, that's how I got here" My unnatural brunette head glanced around the room, before my eyes landed on the handcuffs. "A woman approached me, asking me if I was okay, I said I was fine, but she someone got me to spill everything. She felt sorry for me, felt angry that a boy could do that and get away with it. After talking for what it seemed like hours, she told me I had to learn how to defend myself, fight for myself. So she offered it to me"

"Did you agree?" Jamie asked

"Yeah, I was 16, stupid, upset and confused, and I wanted to defend myself. Next thing I know, I'm in a brand-new room. It was fancy to high hell" I sighed remembering the room. It was like in those movies, where everything was modern, white and grey. "The door opened, and the woman stood there, a smile on her face…she told me, I was entering a new life. I get to get revenge on men, like one that hurt me" I told him "I asked about my family…you know what her response was? My family believe I am dead…I went a bit crazy. Like a crazy patient. I wasn't allowed out the room for a few days, until I calmed down. That's when I met the big boss, Christian. Basically, he got to the shit, and told me I was going to work for him, I was chosen to become his next project, the hit woman" I sighed, slightly laughing "He told me, from my past of the assault and my biological dad having an affair, he wanted me to use those bad memories and put it to good use. I would kill bad men for him. Murderers, rapists, molesters, kidnappers, all that; any bad men that used crime against women"

"Did you say no?" I looked at him, like he was being stupid.

"Yes, of course I said no. I started crying, I wanted to go home, but it was too late. He said I had no choice, either I work for him, and then everyone is safe, or go home and find people I love and care about hurt or killed. So, I had no choice, and don't say I did, I didn't" I told him sighing. "I said yes, and then got guided by Christian, then from the age of 16 from 20, I trained, before making my official kill on my 21st birthday"

"One way of celebrating" Jamie mumbled

"Then I met you when I turned 22 and we dated for 2 years and a bit. Now you heard everything, happy?" I asked

"Lexi...I had no idea" he sighed looking down

"Because I couldn't tell no-one, I was stuck in a world, stuck in a nightmare" I sighed. I just felt like laughing, for no reason.

"Answer me this, why did you get caught? If you have been doing this for a few years why now?" he asked, curious. Why now?

"Because we had been together for 2 years and as far as I was concerned, I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, I wanted to quit, for the sake of us both, for everyone...so I visited Christian. He didn't take it too well"

"What did he say?"

"It wasn't what he said Jamie, it was what he did. He pinned me against the wall and tried choking me to death until I said okay. After I left, I knew the only way to get out was to kill him...but people would be after me, I would be on the run, so I would have to get caught out, be in some sort of protection. But then I thought, I could go to prison, but maybe the CIA would be interested, or the FBI, or someone; someone who would want to find the rest of the girls in the programme, and the rest of the workers hunting them down, or hunting me down" I explained, it sounded ridiculous, but it was a plan I was going to try. "So, after the decision, that's when I came to see you, and that's when..." I looked at him trying to trigger his memory on a certain fun night in the bathtub.

"Oh right, yeah" he said, smiling slightly.

"The only way to end it all, was to kill Christian. I knew that all the men I had killed had been investigated, but of course there was no lead. So, the only way to do it was giving myself up. So that's what I did. I then text Danny 'I'm sorry, killing him is my only way out'. I then provided him with the address. I of course took out his guards beforehand, then Danny showed up, arrested me, and here I am"

I was finally able to tell how it happened. Yes probably took a few years to explain it, but Jamie knew, everyone knew.

"To be honest, I don't know what is going to happen to you" Jamie admitted, looking and feeling slightly sad.

"That's why I want a lawyer, and specifically I want to talk to the CIA, I know they would be interested in this, trust me. That's my request, and something else"

"What? A drink?"

"No... a bin or something, I'm going to throw up" I couldn't help but groan, turning pale. Jamie quickly left the room, earning questioning looks on Danny's face and everyone else. Providing me with a bin, I then emptied my stomach contents, before someone knocked on the door.

"Alessia Cabello?" the man asked. He had grey hair, glasses, late 60's.

"Yeah, who's asking?" I asked looking up.

"Agent Borner, currently sitting on the throne of the CIA, we are interested in your case, we have been watching your work for years, and finally we can speak to you, now you have been caught. We wanted to say thank you for what you did, but most importantly, we want you to work for us. Pack your bags, you're moving to Washington D.C."