We were born to be weapons. Emotionless killing machines. To complete the mission at all costs was our purpose. Walking the path of slaughter while hearing pleads of mercy and forgiveness. Men, women, children and even the elderly. No one was an exception. If our employers want you dead at midnight, not even God himself will let you see the morning sun.
This is my first story, kinda got bored today and wanted to see if I can write stuff that people enjoy, I'm Australian so scuse (excuse) some Aussie Slang that could be in there. I will try and explain them. There will be topics like slavery or torture and rape. Will be detailed or at least try to be depending on the criticism. Enjoy
