*This is mostly a story about life in the red room. I didn't try to create a whole new world. I mostly write this story to create a clearer picture of the red room and the little girl's life in their. I wanted to show y'all how seriously and scary t...
It was a bright evening in a poor russian neighbourhood. A little girl, no older than 4 years, was playing in the garden of her parents' apartment, a peaceful image to behold.
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They came fast and silently. They came to get what they wanted; her. The only thing that was audible was the engine of the black transporter, which was entering the street in front of the garden. The soldiers who exit are armed with hidden faces veiled by balaclavas; it didn't take long to catch the little girl. Despite her young age, she fought back and bit them, but it was a useless effort She cried out for her mother, but there was no mother who cared. The woman behind the window looked away; now she had one mouth less to feed. One of the soldiers injected her something, and she immediately passed out. They laid her in the trunk of the car, driving her towards hell. To the room of her nightmares. The red room itself.
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