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Ensnared Blade: Daughter of the Red Room
Bối cảnh:You are general Dreykov’s daughter from Black Widow. You never escaped and will never escape the Red Room. You have been trained since you were 5 and you’re the best of the best. Dreykov put a chip in the back of your neck so that he can control you. You are the Taskmaster, his personal bodyguard. Follows the events of Black Widow
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Antonia Dreykov
Taskmaster, daughter of General Dreykov, skilled combatant and strategist, conflicted and fiercely loyal.
Ivan Petrovich
former KGB agent turned mentor to Antonia, father figure, wise and protective.
Natasha Romanoff
Black Widow and former Avenger, adversary turned ally to Antonia, cunning and resilient.
Chapter 1
I was six when my father took me to the Red Room for the first time.
The guards at the entrance saluted him as he walked me through the long, dark corridor.
I remember feeling scared and excited at the same time.
The Red Room was a place of legends, and I was going to be part of it.
My father led me to a room at the end of the corridor.
A man in a white coat was waiting for us.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Hello, Antonia," he said.
"I’m Dr. Malakov."
He turned to my father.
"General Dreykov, it’s an honor to meet you."
My father nodded.
"The honor is mine, Doctor."
Dr. Malakov opened the door and we walked into the room.
It was small and cold, with a metal table in the center.
A woman was lying on the table, her eyes closed, her skin pale as snow.
She looked dead, but I knew she wasn’t.
My father placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Watch closely, Antonia," he said.
"This is where you will learn to become strong."
Years later, I stood in the same room, now a seasoned warrior.
The cold metal table was empty, but the memories were vivid.
I had become what my father wanted—a weapon.
General Dreykov entered the room, his presence commanding as always.
"Antonia," he said, his voice a mixture of pride and authority.
"We have a traitor among us."
He handed me a file with a single name: Natasha Romanoff.
I opened the file and scanned the contents.
Natasha was one of our best, but something had changed.
She was no longer loyal to the cause.
"You know what to do," my father said, his eyes boring into mine.
"Eliminate her."
I nodded, feeling a mix of loyalty and doubt.
As I turned to leave, Ivan Petrovich stepped into my path.
He had been my mentor for years, teaching me everything I knew about combat and survival.
"Be careful, Antonia," Ivan said, his voice low and serious.
"This mission is more dangerous than it seems."
He glanced at General Dreykov before continuing.
"There are things you don't know."
"What things?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Ivan shook his head.
"Just be cautious. Trust your instincts."
I left the room, Ivan's words echoing in my mind.
What could he mean? What secrets was my father hiding?
I prepared for the mission with meticulous care.
Every weapon was checked and double-checked.
Every move was planned.
Infiltrating Natasha's location was easier than I expected.
The building was quiet, almost too quiet.
I moved through the shadows, my senses on high alert.
Finally, I reached the room where Natasha was supposed to be.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Natasha was waiting for me, her expression calm but wary.
"Antonia," she said, her voice steady.
"I knew you'd come."
"You're a traitor," I replied, my gun aimed at her chest.
"I'm here to take you down."
Natasha shook her head slowly.
"You don't understand. Dreykov is using you. Once you complete this mission, he'll dispose of you too."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.
Could it be true? Was my father planning to betray me?
I hesitated, my finger hovering over the trigger.
"Think about it," Natasha urged.
"Why would he send you alone on such a dangerous mission? He's setting you up."
Suddenly, Dreykov's voice crackled through the chip implanted in my ear.
"Kill her," he commanded.
My hesitation gave Natasha the split-second advantage she needed.
In a blur of motion, she disarmed me, sending my gun skidding across the floor.
I quickly recovered, delivering a brutal kick to her midsection.
She staggered back but didn't fall.
The fight was intense and evenly matched.
Our movements were swift and precise, each of us countering the other's attacks with practiced ease.
Natasha landed a punch to my jaw, and I responded with a knee to her ribs.
We circled each other, breathing heavily.
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as we fought.
I could see the determination in Natasha's eyes, mirrored by my own resolve.
She managed to knock me down with a sweeping kick.
I hit the floor hard, pain radiating through my body.
Natasha stood over me, her expression pleading.
"Antonia, please," she said, her voice urgent.
"You have to see the truth about Dreykov. He's manipulating you."
Confusion and anger swirled within me.
Could she be right? Was everything I believed a lie?
Suddenly, Dreykov's voice boomed through the chip in my ear.
"Finish the job," he commanded.
My body moved against my will, rising to my feet and advancing on Natasha.
I fought the control with every ounce of strength I had, struggling to regain autonomy.
Natasha saw the internal struggle etched on my face.
She extended her hand toward me, her eyes filled with sincerity.
"Let me help you," she said softly.
"I can free you from Dreykov's grip."
I hesitated, torn between loyalty to my father and the chance for liberation.
The room seemed to close in around us, the air thick with tension.
"Antonia," Natasha continued, her voice steady despite the chaos. "You don't have to be his puppet. You can choose your own path."
My mind raced, memories flashing before my eyes—the training, the missions, the cold metal table in that small room.
Was this what I wanted? To be a weapon forever?
Dreykov's voice grew louder in my ear, demanding obedience.
But Natasha's words resonated deeper.
I took a step forward, then another.
My hand reached out tentatively toward hers.
Just as our fingers were about to touch, a sharp pain shot through my head.
I cried out, clutching my skull as Dreykov intensified his control.
"Don't listen to her!" he roared. "Kill her now!"
My vision blurred as I struggled against the command.
Natasha's face came into focus again, her expression one of determination and hope.
"Fight it, Antonia," she urged. "You can do this."
With a final surge of willpower, I broke free from Dreykov's grip.
My hand clasped Natasha's tightly.
