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The fall of the Red Room.
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Trigger warning: violence and death. This story is very dark thus read with caution. Note that anything in << >> means they are speaking in another language (Russian).
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The Red Room. 55.7558° N, 37.6173° E
General Dreykov knew the moment the Black Widow stepped into his office that she had been exposed to the chemical antidote. She could not fool him because he saw it in her eyes. He had raised this girl. She had been his. She was one of his finest agents graduating in the same class as the Red Room's best - Natasha Romanoff - and no mask could hide who she really was. No mask could hide the glint in her beautiful, brown eyes.
No mask could hide her disloyalty.
She approached his polished desk with a lulling sway to her hips that momentarily drew him from his thoughts. It would be a shame to lose such a pretty face. Her black catsuit hugged her curves he longed to touch, and he knew she had hidden weapons that would be inept against him. Her emotions were expertly concealed as she learned to do through his program, but he wondered if she would let her mask fall before he killed her. He hoped she would. He wanted to see fear in her eyes, wanted to see her regret betraying him because he knew she would eventually. He gave her everything. He gave her a purpose.Yet she still turned on him. However, he couldn't find it in himself to be angry with her because she was replaceable. However, he was embittered with how many Black Widows were being exposed to the counteragent to his subjugation. Over the past month, they had an inordinate number of deserters and agents that Yelena Belova was assigned to kill. He knew this was an inside job, that rats made their way into the Red Room and needed to be exterminated. He was looking forward to when he divulged them. Their deaths would be slow and convoluted just as they deserved.
He smirked cunningly as she set down a file atop his desk. She returned it with a smile of her own, but it did not reach her eyes. <<Come sit with me, my beautiful Inessa.>> He told her, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. He was surprised when she obeyed his command. He was expecting a fight, thus he would cut to the chase. He was not going to play games with her after she signed her own death warrant. He did not have time because there were much more pressing matters at hand. <<You know what needs to happen. You know you're not going to leave this room alive, doll.>> He told her, his voice deep and imposing. He walked to the other side of his desk and stood over her. Their knees touched. He relished in the way her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him. Her mask slipped as she understood his words, and her eyes blazed with fierce fire he didn't envisage seeing. It only ignited the flames inside him. It was comical that she thought she could coerce him.
