𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌
𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀, 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀
2003
“Now we're in the ring, and we're coming for blood”𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃,
like the song of a broken heart. Her legs moved like silk as she danced on the tips of her feet, one foot pressed almost feather light to the inner corner of her standing leg. Hand poised like the wings of a swan in her front and on her side, as if any moment she was to fly.
The sight was of perfection as the girl danced in the role of the Black Swan, her movements enchanting to watch, but under the beauty was something lethal. Like silk wrapped steel.
All around her in the dance room were the faces of younger and older students, who watched as the girl danced for them, watching and taking in her movements with calculating eyes.
In the far corner of the room, were three pairs of eyes watching the now older girl dance. Pleased looks on their faces as they watched their work of twelve years dance like the doll of destruction they made her to be.
Their cold and uncaring eyes watched for flaws or weakness from her, but they, like everyone else in the room, only saw utter perfection.
Maggie didn’t think when she was forced to dance, not really. By now at the age of seventeen she had learned not to think, to just be when she was forced to do the things the Red Room asked of her. If she did think, she thought of the few memories of happiness she had left in her.
She thought of her sisters Natalia, Yelena, and there were even times she thought of Melina, wishing that the older woman could give her one last hug and kiss to the forehead.
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