Red Room Assassin || Bucky Barnes (discontinued)

7. Nightmare 🩸

I woke up like always. Tied up with metal handcuffs on my bed. It hurts. It always does. Every morning is the same. I looked at my hands covered with blood. The handcuffs sometimes- well basically always- cut my wrist open. As more rough the night was, as deeper the cuts. The red liquid runs over my hand and dropped to the floor. It looked like someone cut my wrist with a knife open. But it's not new. Actually it became part of my morning routine.

My morning was pretty basic. One of the guards came in and end-cuffed everyone of the 18 girls who where cuffed in that dark, cold and silenced room. The room is so silenced, you could hear a feather falling down on the grey cold floor.

I stood up and walked in a bathroom where everyone gets ready. I brushed my teeth, I went showering, and after drying my hair I put my red hair in a high ponytail. My hair was long. We were not allowed to cut our hair. I put my black ballet clothes on

The first thing we did every morning was ballet. 18 girls went in the dancing room. There is a piano an a huge window over the whole wall. It's an elegant room. Huge. We all stood in a line in front of a mirror. Straight like a candle. My chin up, shoulders back and my blue almost grey eyes looked emotionless at a point.

She entered the room. With her grey hair in a Dutt and her elegant outfit she stepped in front of us. The pianist sat on the piano and started play. The Madame looked at us with an expecting expression.

We all started to dance. Our movements were synchronous. It's like you're looking in the mirror when you dance. Pure perfection. Just as she expects us to.
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We are dancing for two hours now when one of the girls did a wrong move in the Choreographie. We all saw it.

Her name is Olivia. She doesn't really fit in this whole ‚Assassin thing'. She is nice, shy and weak. Everything you shouldn't be when you are living this life. She has light brown hair and big brown eyes. When you look at her, you see a nice girl. I'm sorry for her. Actually, I shouldn't feel pity when it comes to the Madame, but Olivia is always nice and wouldn't hurt a fly if she didn't have to. She just had bad luck to end up here. Just like all of us. Sometimes I even wonder how she got so far. Like I said, she's nice and shy and the weakest of us 18 widows but she's not stupid. She knows how to use the strengths of others against themselves.

When we noticed her wrong move, we all stopped like robots. The madam walked up to Olivia with her walking stick. We all panicked. Nobody knows what's going to happen now except it won't be nice. We were all still looking straight ahead. Nobody dared to move.

We stood there like ice sculptures, beautiful to look at but still and icy cold.

As she stood before the brown-haired Widow, the madame took her hand. She didn't do it aggressively or violently. She took Olivia's hand like it was a piece of porcelain that breaks apart at any moment.

She pulled the girl forward and ordered us to turn to them. When I and the others turned around my gaze was glued on Olivia, who was written practically panic on her face. Hiding emotions is not one of their strengths. The Madam put a finger under her chin so that the girl had no choice but to look up into the ice-cold, emotionless, lifeless eyes of the woman we all feared the most.

The woman showed no emotion but simply asked, "Answer the question. What's makes you stronger?"

We all knew the answer to the question. Olive swallowed briefly and replied with fear in her voice, "Pain."

The Madame nodded briefly and before anyone could even blink her eyelash, she lifted her walking stick and rammed it into Olivia's right foot. The staff didn't go through but you could hear trough Olivia's loud scream a short crack.