That morning the girls were woken up to the sound of screaming. Jolting up from their beds the girls realized that they were already uncuffed and the door across the room was open. Natalia was the first one out of the room, Katya following closely behind.
The rest of the girls huddled behind the two, their eyes wide as the screaming echoed through the halls.
Coming to the stop at the end of the hall, the group of girls gawked at the bloody and beaten man tied before them. Quickly regaining their composure, the girls steeled their faces and stepped into the room.
Madame B stood behind the man, her arms folded in front of her chest as she observed Natalia's group of girls. Katya and Natalia were the most composed of the group, the other girls poorly hiding behind cracked masks of bravery.
"Killing people is easy," Madame B began, her Russian fluent and stern, "Making them suffer is an art."
Natalia paced around the man, her eyes roaming over his bleeding gashes and his half lidded eyes. "Torture?"
Madame B nodded, glancing over at Katya as she turned a scalpel over in her hands, her finger running over the sharpened blade thoughtfully.
Something had changed within Katya in the past couple of weeks. She no longer cared about hurting or killing other people. It was like her emotions had been turned off. She no longer cared about anything and the other girls could tell.
They were scared of her.
All she was now was a weapon.
A weapon to the Soviet Union and that was exactly what Madame B wanted.
"Today's lesson is the art of torture." And as a wicked grin grew on the raven haired girl's face the man tied up began screaming again.
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Red Room
Fanfiction"It gives me strength to have somebody else to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill." Based off Marvel's Red Room Short Story Quote: Emilie Autumn The Asylum of Wayward Girls
