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The Red Room was cruel.
Dreykov didn’t care who got hurt, who died and who lived as long as he got his way. As he knew he could replace the dead widows with new ones. He did, however, know how to exploit the ones under his control to lose themselves and the ones they cared about.
When he found out about Yelena Belova and (Y/N) (L/N)’s intimate relationship, he knew what he could do to them to keep them under his control forevermore.
They were patient 0 and patient 1 of Melina’s mind control serum. He had seen the results on the pigs and wanted to see how it would work on humans.
The orders he gave started small. Shoot the wall. Steal this painting. But he started working his way up when he realised how well it worked and how truly powerless they were against his command.
Yelena was in the room when (Y/N) walked in. Under orders, (Y/N) went to stand by the blonde.
“Okay girls,” Dreykov said, addressing the two, “you two have disobeyed me so you must be punished. You will fight until one of you cannot fight anymore.”
Both girls were internally screaming. As much as they wanted to go against his commands, their body and minds were separate. They couldn’t resist as their bodies began to fight.
(Y/N) knew that she would loose. She was trained more in espionage rather than combat like Yelena. Yes, she was much more skilled than most but Yelena had a talent for violence. It was something she admired in the blonde.
(Y/N) tried to think to the stolen moments she had shared with her girlfriend. Her favourite was when Yelena had managed to steal some fruit from somewhere and shared it with her but a close second was the nights where (Y/N) stuck into Yelena’s bed to spend some fleeting time together.
Those were the memories (Y/N) held on to as Yelena landed the last blow, taking away (Y/N)’s consciousness and winning the fight and al Yelena could think about was how cruel the Red Room was