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Sophia Hollis Caulwell does not get caught. In her liftime of training as a field agent, she’s never gotten caught. 

The problem is, this time she has.

Now trapped and kept prisoner by the very organization she was tasked with destroying, Sophia is barely hanging on by a thread. The light at the end of the tunnel is about to go out.

And then there’s a beautiful green-eyed boy as her interrogator. 


Now I see what they’re trying to do here. Deprive a girl of normal human interaction for a few weeks and then throw her into a room where a hot boy is her interrogator. I haven’t broken down yet, what makes them think that I’m going to now?

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEATH, LANGUAGE. THIS STORY IS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FICTIONAL, I DO NOT OWN ONE DIRECTION.


Rated: MA

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