❝Life tried to crush her, but only
succeeded in creating a warrior. ❞
BLOODBATH
BLOODBATH
BLOODBATH
PICKS UP: THE WINTER SOLDIER
BOOK 1 in KILLER INSTINCTS
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What i create, is chaos.
Three months. Thats how long it's been since Zinoviya had completed her mission. When she returned, she was greeted by Miss Volkova, who walked her to Madame B. to inform her that the given task was complete. Zinoviya didn't receive much praise, which greatly disappointed her, but it was enough. It was clear that Zinoviya still needed correction and discipline. She was careless with her work, and rather disorganized.
As she had gotten the job done, she still needed to learn how to take criticism and apply it to her performance.
When she returned to the Red Room, there was yet, another widow, missing. The twenty eight girls never knew when they would take their last breath.Zinoviya could clearly see the jealousy in the girls' eyes when they looked at her, they were angry that she was given the opportunity to show off her progress.
Zinoviya was glad that they were angry.
They could finally feel how she'd been feeling for ages, the feeling of not being good enough, and the disappointment that rolled off of their superiors as they wondered if wasting their time on you was a mistake.
She wanted them to feel it all.
Yes, she was only seven --- eight in a couple of months, but she was fairly smart for her age. With her job, she needed to be aware of anything that life could throw at her.
As she got older, her reflexes began to improve, and she had begun to grow more creative with her strategies. With each of the girls growing older, and becoming more skillful, they continued too resent each other even more than they did before. They would send glares to one another as they passed, and their minds would fantasize of eliminating them as targets.
