In Their Hands ✧･ BARNES ✔

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NATALIA TRIED TO HIDE the glare that quickly crossed her face. She hated the way that they always stole the things that she loved. They were always taking things away from her. The only people she really wished to keep safe were the people that they always took away. Just like they did the second time that she'd been brought here with her sister.

"Again."

She started to become frustrated with the words that Dimitri continued to repeat and repeat. Her eyes hardened as she tried to keep up with the dance so that maybe they could be finished with it soon enough.

"Again."

As much as she tried to focus on the dance, she couldn't tear her focus away from the little girl. The features on her face were so familiar and young. She reminded Natalia of herself, just so young and innocent. She could see that the girl was too young to go on missions, so she couldn't have killed anyone yet.

"Again."

Natalia tried her best to focus on her feet and movement when she heard him growl the words over and over. When she started to turn on her toes, she gave herself time to remember the face of the young girl and fantasize about how it really could be her daughter. As she turned, she fantasized about what their lives could be like if they weren't stuck in this manipulative prison.

Natalia's eyebrows lifted in surprise when she didn't hear the man repeat the word again. She rushed to land in fifth position as a graceful finish in hopes that they were done for the day.

"Natalia," Dimitri begins simply, taking a step closer to the red-headed ballerina. The other girls turned their heads to stare at the beautiful ballerina who they all knew was the favorite. Natalia lifted her chin confidently as he stepped closer, and straightened her back. "Proycite v koridor. Stoyashchiye tam muzhchiny pomogut vam." He finishes, nodding his head toward the entrance with his hands crossed behind his back. Go into the hallway. The men out there will assist you.

Natalia didn't respond and followed his orders instead. You couldn't hear her footsteps as she anxiously left the room. She didn't want them to hurt the little girl, and from the look that Madame B gave her, it seemed like they might be doing just that.

As soon as she shoved the doors open, the men standing right before her grabbed either one of her arms and began to drag her down the dark hall. They were only rough with her when she was resisting or if they had been ordered to. At the moment, all they did was tightly grasp her wrists. It did hurt, but she was used to it by now. She was smart enough to know not to resist them at this point. Especially when everyone knew that she was the favorite.

They speedily dragged her to the end of the hall, where they caged the girls. Usually, Natalia was handcuffed to her bed so that she couldn't escape, so she grew confused when the men took her closer and closer to the cages. She didn't ask questions, however.

She turned her head to look at the young girls held within the cages. The further down they dragged her, the younger the girls seemed to get. Some were bony and curled into the corner of the dark rooms, others were asleep and some cried. It was disgusting what this horrible place did to these innocent girls. Seeing them so young made her so scared for what they'd have to experience in the future.

The guards slowly came to a stop before a barely treated cage at the end of this hall. It was one of the ugliest ones she had seen here, but it did have things like a toilet, a sink, and a shower, which most of the cells didn't have. The men held her in front of the door while one of them used their free hand to unlock the cage. She stared at the small, redheaded girl that tried to hide on the opposite side of the cell. Natalia has a hard time seeing her, but she does know shes there. Continuously, she tries to look over the man's shoulder so that she could see the small girl again.