Red Room

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From that fateful day on the girls trained in hand to hand combat and ballet daily. Mornings were for ballet and nights were for combat training. 

Each night their doses were upped. 

They would wake in the morning with only the knowledge that what they were doing was right. Their morals were gone. Their past memories were gone. 

All that was left was the urge to help the soviet community. 

Katya took notice that more girls were disappearing. They would leave in the morning and never come back. 

Their were whispers going around that they were starting to test the black widow serum. But none of them knew what that was. 

Not truly. 

But in the morning those thoughts would be gone and they would scamper off to ballet class without even noticing that another girl was missing. 

Katya took note at the end of each day how many girls were left. Her group number had significantly dropped and the number was so small in other groups that all the girls were together in one group. 

She could count on one hand how many eight year old's were left. 

Three. 

And that was including her. 

The rest were mostly younger than her. The older girls were sparse. Each of them assigned their own group to watch over and train. 

Katya was in a group with four other girls. Reina, Alja, Jana, and Tanya. They were all younger than her and had yet to be stained with blood. 

Their leader was Natalia. 

Natalia Romanova.