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📍Rᥱᑯ Rooຕ Aᥴᥲᑯᥱຕყ, BᥱꙆᥲɾᥙ⳽, USSR

WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE AND MOLESTATION, ANGST, SELF-BLAME, SELF-DEPRACATING THOUGHTS, MILD DEPRESSION.

The ballet studio of the Red Room was lined up with girls as they all waited for their session. The training wasn't with guns, knives, and other weaponry. Madam B always made all the girls practice ballet as she believed 'grace and fluidity of movement will aid in the efficiency of the training'

Yelena watched as Y/N performed her routine with Natasha and others, all of them syncing their movement as they executed with elegance.

But something about Y/N's expression made Yelena frown. It wasn't the usual cold, emotionless, neutral look she always had. Instead, she seemed angry, face twisted in rage as she glared down at everyone around her (except Natasha).

Yelena scooted over to Nathan, who was playing the piano for the future widows to perform, "What's wrong with Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" Nathan whispered back, glancing around to see if anyone heard him. His fingers continued to stroke the right keys as his worry for Y/N grew.

"She looks," she paused, thinking for the right word, "Angry. And ready to rip somebody's head off. Did Esther mess with her again?"

"No, not to my knowledge," he turned back to the instrument, thinking deeply, "What's today's date?"

"Today's the day the Lawson's were killed by Madam B exactly 5 years ago," Natasha informed the two, as she stopped by Nathan to tighten the ribbon of her ballet shoes, "That's why she looks like that."

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Y/N sat bolt up in her bed, the images of the dead bodies of Lawson's imprinted into her mind.

Being Madam B's daughter, Y/N had her own bedroom, unlike the rest of the girls of the Red Room, where about 10-15 girls slept in the same room with several cots lined up next to each other.

This was an advantage to Y/N since she could have all the privacy she wanted with Yelena, without anyone noticing. Sometimes the two would spend time together by simply talking, while other times they would be under the sheets of Y/N's bed with both their warm naked bodies pressed against one another as they muttered praises and confessions between shallow breaths.

She shivered in her place when she felt the cold air hit her warm, sweat-coated skin. Pushing the thick blanket off of her, she walked towards the window, pulling it inwards to shut it close.