around me tight. 

Instead our rolls are switched. 

He was sent to repremanting a few years ago and we never saw each other after that. I know regular supers cant handle much torture before they give in to the control of the spies. Eventually we settle into the familiar protection of the government and what they provide for us. 

What they’ve always provided for me. 

The first time I went through reprimanding, I went through medieval torture before they thought I was good enough to be let out again. They cut me to scar me, but my body wouldn’t let them stay. They broke my bones just to watch them correct themselves. The pain was still there though. Even though my legs and arms had healed, I couldn’t stand without pain bringing me down for weeks. 

They experimented on me during that time. I’m sure they experiment on all of us, but I was a new specimen. 

They still dont know what they’ve created, even after all these years. I dont know how long supers or spies have existed, when the seductresses were created, but they have to be old enough for a second generation me to exist. And I know from what my dads told me, they both were in the business for a long time before they even met, let alone fell in love and had me. 

The door clicks closed when my focus returns to the room I'm sitting in. A spy, one I don't know, sits in front of me. He sets a glass of water on the table and a cup of coffee next to him. 

The moment I look at the water, just out of reach, my throat goes dry. I haven’t drank water all afternoon, and it was at that moment my body wanted gallons of it. 

“Kiera, do you know why you’re here?” His voice is monotone.

“Further questioning? Said something wrong? Worked the tranq shot off too soon?” I listed everything off. In reality it could be all of these things, none of these things, or something I don't even realize I did. 

“Lucian Tali’es. You ran into him last night?” I said something wrong. 

“Yeah. Princeys always chase it after me on missions.” They don't send anyone else after me. Hes been after me since my first mission. 

“Do you remember how that night went, Kiera?” Oh god. 

“Yes?” My voice clips out from my throat being dry. And fear of they’re next question. 

“Then can you go through the night for me?” Hes opened his notebook and has a pen in hand. I can hear the slight ring of technology, meaning they’re recording everything I say. 

Spy’s have killer lie detection. 

I’m going to die either way. 

“I identified the target and observed him for a time, gaining a feel for his movements. I notice Lucian enter the gym and I make my move. I succeed in luring him away and drive the surem dagger into his chest. Exactly as I was suppose to. Lucian was following me at first, hence the call once I was finished.”

I’m hoping that’s good enough for him. Its exactly how my reports going to go. 

“See but that’s not all that happened is it? You left the body outside after that. Where did you go? What were you doing while the ambulance was on the way?” Shit. Hes smug because he knows something. I’m sure they’re is some tracker on me, that’s what they saw. 

“Lucian must have tracked me down. I dont remember much after that phone call. Death drug can do a lot to the brain. Even we don't-“

“We dont know how it works fully, no. But the drug had just started to kick in by the time we found you. It was injected 2 to 5 minutes before we got there. There’s 10 minutes missing, and you have one of the best minds here. You remember.” Hes threatening me. If I dont come clean, he’s going to make my life hell. 

“H-he held a gun to my head. Led me back into the classroom you found me in.” I’m just hoping my stuter they leave up to the trauma of dd being in my system, not anything else. 

“And what did you two talk about, as he held a gun to your head?” I can be honest here. 

“He tried to tell me I’m on the wrong side. That there's more freedom there.” I see a slight change in the spy’s face. I said something.

“And?”

“And then he injected me. I don't remember after that. If something hap-“ the spy’s stopped listening. They’re calling my bluff.

The spy closes his writing pad he barely wrote in. I can't tell where I'm going to go next but I doubt it's good.

He leaves the room without a word. I see the other spys glance around at each other as if someone in they’re team might know what to do next. 

No one did of course, till a slight change in the electronic ring happens and they all move at once. A few surround me, and a few block the exits to the room. They all remove the restraints and force me to stand up, holding my hands firmly behind my back as they lead me out of the room and down a few more hallways. 

I’m being guarded by over 10 spies. I can't believe they think I’d be resistant to what they’re doing, because I don't know-

I know where they’re taking me. We turn down a hall and I recognize the smell first.

It's some chemical they use to bring they’re supers to submission. I don't know what it is, but I remember the smell.

It's sweet. Smells almost like cotton candy. I only know what that is because I went out on a mission with my father when I was 6 and he bought me some.

They’re going to reprimand me. Again. To make sure I’m not going to switch on them.

I may never go out on another mission again. 

The spies open a door to a room and toss me in roughly. The door closes and locks with no handles before I can even turn around. 

And that smell gets stronger.

And the memories I had tried so hard to block out came back.