“No, no…NO..do it AGAIN.” Melania was a cruel, hard instructor…

Hour after hour, day after day, she had her two star ballerinas practicing.

”No..AGAIN, ladies. You must be PERFECT.”

Anna (brunette) and Natalie (honey blonde) were Melania’s best students, no doubt about it. They were exquisitely graceful creatures, both 18 years old and 5’6”. Anna was 112 pounds and Natalie 115. Truly gifted with a natural poise and beauty. Slender with pale, flawless skin. The young dancers wore lacy, bell shaped tutus that flared out and extended down to their knees. They had on sleek tights under their feathery skirts. The ballerina dresses accentuated their perfect lithe bodies like a second skin. Petite breasts tucked away…the shapes of their firm, youthful nipples showing through the thin fabric.

The lovely girls were perfecting their craft with a notoriously difficult, demanding teacher. Melania was physically impressive herself, today wearing a tight white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was 35 years old and stood a stately 5’7”. She had cool, striking Nordic features. A former dancer herself, now past her glory days, she was gorgeous yet humorless and stern. Perhaps she was living some unfulfilled dreams through these young girls. Perhaps.

”NO…it is NOT good enough.”

Every day they practiced at Melania’s private gym, in her sumptuous home. The training room was large and spacious with mirrored walls. The two girls were physical perfection, with their long, alluring bodies…lean and strong, yet soft and feminine. They didn‘t know exactly what Melania was searching for…something she may not have fully understood herself. For whatever reason, she kept driving the ballerinas through their exercises…side by side, comparing and contrasting.

”Up..first position..down..extend..”

“Rise up..lower down..”

”Do it again..”

Melania’s commands were endless and some seemed to make no sense to the young girls. They would silently obey. From pirouettes to difficult moves and techniques like the grand adage, grand mete and en pointe. The two nubile girls worked their tired muscles till they throbbed and ached.

”Eye lines forward..”

”Squeeze those guts and butts, ladies..”

Anna and Natalie could practically mirror each other, move for move. They were seemingly equals. Still, Melania seemed determined to find out who the better dancer was. Small, dark patches of sweat would appear under their arms which would only bring a harsh scolding.

”No sweat, ladies! You know I don’t like seeing sweat.” How was this even possible? Yet, Melania demanded it anyway.

As the days and weeks wore on and gradually turned into several months, Melania‘s tactics became increasingly cruel. One day she produced a leather strap and riding crop to whip the girls’ silky hips and thighs. She would strike their tender flesh when they weren’t good enough. Yes, she would beat the girls with that leather.

”Keep those fucking hips STABLE.” If those hips were not stable, the girls would receive a sharp, stinging blow with the strap.

Was this part of Melania‘s infamous training that produced top ballerinas or was she spiraling into madness? The young ladies fought back tears and continued on with their vicious training regiment. Both girls at the same level of skill…both equal in sublime beauty. Yet, Melania was determined to find out who was superior. She was now no longer an instructor but some kind of sadistic slave driver. Yes, who was better…the lovely Natalie or the beguiling Anna? Now the girls were obsessed with it as well. They were never close to begin with, certainly not friends. People who knew them had a feeling they never would be. Melania had now stoked the flames of rivalry until they were red hot. The slightest imperceptible error and minor misstep would incite the instructor‘s wrath.

”No..not PERFECT.” Another crack of the leather strap against their creamy thighs. To be a truly great ballerina, one must have physical as well as mental strength, and Melania was truly pushing these young women to their limit on both counts. They were beginning to hate this twisted bitch…and now they were also hating each other.

About a month into this torture, Melania shamelessly started to play them against one another more and more…

”Ah..Natalie makes you look like a clumsy cow, Anna. Will you take this, darling?” A cold and openly hostile cunt, she wanted to turn her two most promising students into the most bitter of enemies.

Finally the day arrived, and it was almost as if all three sensed it. Melania knew her students so well. She knew when these two would reach their breaking point, both literally and  figuratively. Late in the day, Melania had the girls standing side by side practicing their pointe. The session had wore on for close to three hours before they even got to en pointe technique. Only inches apart, they stood on the tips of their toes, supporting their entire body. They were not allowed to wear special pointe shoes that were designed to help the dancers support themselves. Instead they stood, so close they could hear the other girl breathing, holding onto the long wooden barre. Their legs and feet throbbed with pain…their ankles felt like they were going to snap. They stood en pointe until they could no longer stand it and they would stop. Then, cruel Melania would have them do it again..and again..and again. Nearly an hour of en pointe till the girls were ready to scream.

Exhausted, Natalie fell back, her firm butt bumping up against Anna’s tender pelvis. Both now at their wits end…that was all it took…

”Get off me, bitch,” Anna muttered lowly.

Natalie thought she heard what Anna said but wasn’t quite sure. At this point in the ordeal, she thought she might be delirious and hearing things.

“What did you say?” snapped Natalie.

”I said get OFF me..” Anna said as she shoved Natalie.

The little blonde gave Anna a hearty shove, in return. “You bitch,” Natalie exclaimed, spitefully. Oh, if looks could kill. Both were so tired and irritated..bodies aching.

”Ladies, ladies..ENOUGH. Now, back in position.” Melania commanded.

The two stared so hatefully at one another. After weeks of this, they were sick of the sight of one another…sick of the very scent of the other girl‘s sweat.

”Anna..Natalie. Enough of this..” Melania demanded. The girls shoved each other as they scowled.

Melania’s eyes widened. Her pussy was becoming wet with sudden excitement. “Ahh..you two want to fight? Perhaps..this is the only way to find out who is better.” Melania began to bite one of her nails as she studied the girls intently, anticipating their next move.

Natalie and Anna maintained their scornful gazes as though they were trying to decide with absolute certainty if they wanted to do this. They circled one another slowly, not taking their eyes off each other.

”You’re the bitch,” Anna exclaimed. “I’m so sick and tired of you..”

Melania broke in. “Who is the better dancer Natalie? Tell me.”

”I know I’m better than Anna,” the blonde insisted.

”In your dreams,” Anna sharply replied.

”You two want to fight…I know you want to..“ Melania continued.

Again, more shoving…more forceful this time as Anna pushed Natalie into the hard wooden barre.

”Are you jealous of her, Anna?” Melania asked.

”No,” Anna cried. “I’m not jealous of this bitch.”

Melania smirked and walked over to the girls. “You want to fight..then FIGHT. You must work this out between you…right now. Yes…I think we MUST know this evening.” With that, Melania cracked the leather strap against her strong, shapely hip. “So fight…FIGHT you little bitches. I want to see it. Yes..I want to see it now.”

The teacher stared intently at the sleek gazelles. Yes fight, she thought to herself. She had provoked their hate filled rivalry for weeks and now she was just in the right mood to witness them tear each other to fucking shreds. She had to know and perhaps this was the only way. Oh yes..let them fight. Melania was but a few feet from her star pupils as their bitter animosity continued to build. The girls stood there, a few inches apart, a vision of sweet perfection. Their silky nylons clung to their sublime physiques which glowed with a fine sheen of sweat. Their lacy white skirts hung from their slender waists…beautiful forms caught in a fiery moment.

Melania studied them as they arched their backs and sneered coldly at one another. Then without saying a word, the ballerinas began their clash. The girls coiled their long fingers together and began to struggle, their taut arms straining and flexing subtle muscles. They softly groaned and cried as they pressed into one another. They danced and swayed and fell against the barre.

“Yes, show me who is stronger,” Melania said as she crept a little closer still.

Natalie pressed her face against Anna’s. “I know I‘m stronger than you,” she whispered. Their graceful hands still clasped together, the girls cried louder as they tested each other‘s strength. They moved away from the barre and out onto the mats, their muscles still straining…girl against girl. The dancers winced and grimaced before finally releasing one another.

”Aha..you are both equally strong, it seems.” Melania confirmed what seemed obvious at this early stage. She gave the girls a solemn look, teacher to student, as though silently instructing them to continue their personal contest. The two young women didn’t want or need anyone’s approval. Though neither were experienced fighters, they still wanted to battle one another. At this point, they desperately needed it.

Natalie stepped in closer and shoved Anna, and the brunette responded with a shove of her own followed by a sharp slap to the face. Natalie rubbed her cheek and fiercely glared at Anna.

”Mmm..yes. This is your RIVAL…your ENEMY. What do you think of her, Natalie?” Melania inquired.

Natalie responded by charging at Anna and grabbing a handful of her shiny dark locks. The brunette staggered and the girls swayed rather beautifully for a moment. It seemed inherently graceful until Natalie clawed at Anna’s face. “Don’t touch my face!” Anna pushed the blonde away from her and struck her again, full on the mouth this time.

”You dirty little slut..” Natalie cried as she slapped Anna as hard as she could across the lips. Anna recoiled for just a moment and then came back at her rival with another stinging blow to the cheek. Both girls caressed their red faces as their eyes slightly welled with tears.

Melania spoke. “You little bitches truly hate each other. I can feel it. Fine…fine. This is natural, you see.” The two girls couldn’t look away from one another and had a sullen, forbidding look about them.

Natalie clasped Anna’s chin and pulled her in close, their eyes shining with pure feral hatred. “I do hate you..” she hissed.

“Mmm..yeah, I hate you too..” Anna replied.

Natalie raked her nails across Anna’s slender throat. Anna grabbed Natalie by her dark blonde tresses and pulled her head back as hard as she could causing her to groan and frown as the veins on her ivory neck protruded. The girls remained on their feet and only staggered for a moment, maintaining their exquisite balance. Natalie took Anna’s hair instinctively and the two girls indulged in a perverse tug of war as they struggled with handfuls of silky hair entwined in their tapered fingers. They pushed and pulled as they softly growled. The animosity was so pure. The raw tension was heavy and palpable in the room. There was no turning back.

”Ooowww…bitch..” Anna cried.

“I’ll destroy you,” Natalie exclaimed.

The girls pulled each other across the mats by the hair, the contempt for one another growing…their rage building. Natalie tore out a clump of Anna’s dark hair and immediately grabbed another handful. Already so tired from the late afternoon training session, their toned legs finally gave way and they tumbled to the mats. The young rivals rolled and wrestled, still trying to fruitlessly prove who was stronger.

Melania watched as she listened to their sensual cries of pain and exertion. She rubbed her riding crop between her legs….her pussy was so wet. “Yes…yes..” she softly purred. These girls were fighting for her…

But, were they? The ballerinas seemed to have their own private agenda now.

They wrapped their bodies together as they struggled. Anna‘s tender pelvis rubbed against Natalie’s as they aggressively wrestled one another. Yes, already so fucking tired…and yet they fought. Their flexibility was breathtaking as they twisted arms…then legs. It was a perverse exercise in pain and punishment. Natalie twisted Anna’s arm to the breaking point and almost pulled it from the socket. They took turns twisting and pulling their gorgeous, slender legs. They weren’t little girls. They were proud women and they were going to fight like women. Tears languidly rolled down their cheeks as they abused one another.

Natalie scissored Anna’s petite waist and tore at the brunette’s hair. Anna smothered Natalie with her delicate hands. The two spoke very little now…too caught up in this personal battle. All you heard was the heated sighs between them. They had a natural way of fighting, feline and feminine, and it was growing more vicious and wanton. The girls began blatantly choking one another as they continued their conflict on the mats. Their light skirts flowing, they seemed like two pale, exotic flowers at war. Choking and clawing each other‘s swanlike necks. They bit one another’s fingers and wrists. Legs locked, they scratched arms and shoulders and slowly began to tear at their dresses.

Melania took it all in…their raw, hungry catfighting. Their bodies coiled together tightly, their nails clawed at each other‘s tights. They pulled hair again, painfully ripping out small clumps by the root as they shrieked. Anna began to grind her knee into Natalie’s toned pelvis and between her legs. The thin nylon didn’t offer much protection.

”Fucking bitch,” Natalie cursed as she deliberately scratched her opponent’s face again.

”Don’t touch my FACE!” Anna cried as she returned the favor by scratching Natalie’s jawline. Both girls now had ugly pink and red scratch marks on their beautiful faces.

”Yes, it is all about who wants it…who wants it more,” Melania chimed in again, adding fuel to the already volatile situation. The girls moaned and groaned louder as they tore into one another, clawing flesh raw and tearing at the silky nylon they wore. The expansive training room was now a battlefield. Melania watched intently as her students fought passionately just as she had watched them train. More of the thin dresses were loudly shredded revealing more of their fine alabaster skin. The violent viciousness belied their refined beauty.

The girls paused for a moment to catch their breath. They were stretched out next to one another, limbs loosely draped over the other…panting heavily and contemplating what was next.

”Did I ask you to stop, ladies?” Melania asked bluntly. “Fight…FIGHT..”

The weary young combatants slowly rose to their knees, not saying a word but still balefully glaring at each other. Back on their feet, they lunged at one another for another round of brutality. Their lean bodies careened and almost fell to the mats. Natalie grabbed Anna’s flowing tutu and ripped it off her, almost pulling her to the floor in the process. Anna leapt at Natalie and shoved her against the wall, her back slamming hard into the wooden barre.

”Aaagghh….BITCH..” Natalie screamed as pain coursed through her toned body.

Anna then tore off Natalie’s skirt and threw it to the mat. “Fuck you, Natalie.”

Melania began to slink closer to her two students again. They were scratched and their hair was disheveled. Their tights were still clinging to their alluringly sweaty bodies, but they were badly torn and damaged. They slowly burned with a simmering rage. Too tired to think straight…too full of vile hatred to stop fighting.

”What do you want to do to this bitch? She is your RIVAL…your ENEMY..” Melania knew just what to say to insure the war would continue.

As though fully charged up, the young women wailed like wildcats and fought again, screeching and shrieking as they slapped one another and viciously pulled fistfuls of hair. Their lithe bodies entwined, both slammed into one of the mirrored walls with a crash, leaving several jagged cracks. They came charging out into the mats, their bodies still locked together in battle. They remained on their feet, tearing into each other with a renewed vigor and a blind fury. If this was part of their journey to be the best, they now fully embraced it.

The girls clawed one another’s hips and firm asses, tearing away more of their tights to reveal white g strings underneath. Natalie shredded Anna’s gorgeous dark hair while the brunette smothered Natalie’s nose and mouth with her hands, swiftly forcing her back against the wall. She hit the mirror hard and this time it shattered completely. A small gash was opened up on Natalie’s upper back and she felt the sudden stinging pain. She glanced back into the mirror to see a trail of blood running down. The broken glass had done the damage. The crimson blood contrasted sharply with her flawless white skin.

“You SCARRED me…you BITCH..” Natalie’s lips pursed. She was incensed and her eyes were inflamed as she attacked Anna. “You FUCKING BITCH.” Natalie smashed Anna in the face and bloodied her nose. “I’m going to KILL you…”

Anna slapped and clawed at Natalie’s face and screamed with rage as she tasted the blood coursing from her nose into her mouth. The blonde clasped Anna’s tresses of hair again and smashed her face into the shattered mirror, face first. Now Anna’s face had several bloody cuts.

She cried out in anguished pain. “My face…God..my FACE. You’ve ruined me, you fucking BITCH!” The intensity grew as they now seemed out to truly damage one another.

Anna savagely kicked Natalie in the groin and slammed her back into the wall. The brunette drove a knee into Natalie‘s cunt and clawed at her g string. The blonde dancer tore at Anna’s crotch, ripping away her tights and then attacked her tiny thong as well, painfully pulling the panties up between Anna‘s tight pussy lips. Both girls howled in agony.

And what did Melania do? She laughed. Yes, she laughed at the battling girls as the remnants of their once elegant ballet dresses became increasingly stained with their blood, smeared red and pink on the snow white shredded tatters. Cold hearted Melania kept watching intently as the young women decimated one another. Her pussy throbbed with passion.

The girls stopped fighting for a second time, both leaning against the wall, bone tired and hurting so. Melania allowed them a moment and then instructed them again. “You MUST continue. We must have a winner, ladies.” The late afternoon had given way to the cool darkness of the evening. It was twilight. The pretty dancers were ravaged, now covered in scrapes, scratches and cuts…sweating and bleeding. Already exhausted before the fight began, the weary young women were fueled by pure adrenaline and unbridled hatred. They despised this bitch Melania, and they despised one another. Their ballerina dresses were horribly torn and shredded. They both knew it was soon time to end this cruel, brutal ordeal…this painful, unrepentant contest.

”Fight, you little cunts. Finish this. Go on..” Melania stood only a few feet from the two dancers. Her voice was calm…almost soothing. “I know…trust me, I know. You both want this, don’t you?” The young beauties glared hatefully at one another. Their eyes sparkled as they slowly nodded. “Finish this…Yes, finish this. Who wants it more?”

The girls attacked each other again, hands tearing at hair damp with sweat. The both wailed one long, loud cry. What was left of their dresses now barely covered their breasts. They tore the sheer fabric and pulled the thin shoulder straps until it was torn away. Their tits now fully exposed, Anna and Natalie slapped and clawed petite mammaries then pinched delicate pink areolas and firm nipples. Nasty and painful…their breasts finally freed so the two could damage them as they wished.

 They embraced and squeezed each other‘s aching backs and ribs. They then sank their pretty teeth into one another’s soft shoulders….body to body, both drenched in sweat. They crushed their injured bodies together…scratched breasts throbbed with pain as hard nipples rubbed warm flesh. Their toned arms entwined and they both felt the silken pressure as their taut bellies pressed together. And there they were…hotly ensnared with each other against the shattered mirrored wall.

Natalie pulled Anna’s hair and bit the brunette‘s slender throat. It was something she had longed to do since she first laid eyes on this beauty. She felt Anna squirm and resist but Natalie managed to just break the skin and blood slowly ran down Anna’s neck. Anna sank her nails into her rival‘s tits and then clawed her inner thigh and labia.

Natalie cried in anguish. “God…you bitch..” her voice now a hoarse whisper.

They screamed pitifully as pain coursed through their bodies…the savage ecstasy of female combat…dark, exhilarating and yet unforgiving. They thrust themselves away from the wall and fell hard back onto the mats as Melania’s eyes widened with deviant delight. The ballerinas fought on the floor like animals as pieces of shattered glass stuck to their wet skin. Now almost nude, except for their tiny thongs and the tattered remains of their once lovely dresses.

They mustered the raw strength to wrestle as the large room grew darker in the gathering evening. Natalie scissored Anna between her sleek thighs. The brunette clawed at Natalie’s stomach, pelvis and hips to retaliate. Natalie shrieked and thrust her forearm into Anna’s throat. Anna coiled her fingers around Natalie’s throat and choked her vehemently. They gasped for air and cursed one another spitefully.

Melania’s panties were soaked with passion. The feral hatred was delicious to watch. The vicious savagery she had incited between the two almost scared her. She couldn’t believe the ferocity and intensity of this catfight.

Their long, slick legs coiled together like pythons as they gasped and moaned feverishly…exhausted beyond measure and racked with pain. They catballed hotly and rolled through the broken glass, mauling petite breasts, pulling hair, clawing and biting faces. They felt like they could fight till their dying breath.

Despite the sweat, blood and devastation, Melania still caught gentle waves of their fragrant body spray. All three sensed the end of this explicit fight was near at hand. How could the girls continue much longer? They had battled for almost an hour. Even finely honed women as gifted as Natalie and Anna had their limits. Their sweaty, battered bodies slowly, desperately clashed….hips against hips, their g strings still tightly clinging to them. Then, with several final ripping tears, the girls finished off practically all of their dresses. There were just a few sad, loose tatters of shredded material that remained. They still wore their ballet shoes on their pretty feet.

Natalie screamed loudly and suddenly applied a vicious rear chokehold, using the last bit of remaining strength she had. Anna gasped and grimaced, her face flushed red. Natalie’s silky legs wrapped around Anna’s taut waist to finish her.

Melania could barely contain her excitement yet tried to remain cool and reserved. “Yes..YES my dear…”

Anna tapped the mat and began to whimper and beg for mercy. “Oh God…Please..I..I quit..”

Natalie maintained her harsh grip until Melania stepped forward and told her to stop.

”Enough. Yes Natalie, you have won, my dear.”

Natalie released the chokehold. She uncoiled her legs from around Anna and rose to her feet to stand triumphant over her enemy and rival Anna. The brunette was beaten and also utterly humiliated. She wept pitifully as her young body had never known pain quite like that before…from tired, aching muscles to dozens of various scratches, cuts and contusions. The sting of total defeat also hit her hard. All she could do was lay there on her back, trying to regain her wits and wrap her mind around what had just happened.

Natalie was stone cold and offered no sympathy. She placed her foot on Anna’s stomach and looked down into her eyes again. Anna stared back up at the dominant female.

”Yes. You win, Natalie. You have earned it, my sweet,” Melania declared. She was quite proud of Natalie in her own cruel and twisted way. She continued, “I only have the time and patience to perfectly train ONE student. I let the two of you work out who the better pupil was. And now Anna, you are excused. I only train winners….girls who want to be the absolute BEST.”

Melania approached Natalie and kissed her full on the mouth. Natalie was confused at first but quickly returned her teacher‘s passionate kiss and smiled. “Mmm. Thank you teacher.”

”And now my pet, we will go upstairs into my bedroom and truly celebrate your hard fought victory.”

Anna was boiling with rage as Melania and Natalie turned and walked away from her, hand in hand, leaving her there like so much garbage. “You…fucking bitch..” she cursed under her breath. Anna suddenly had a burst of energy and leapt at Melania. She grabbed her from behind, whirled her around and smacked her in the face. “You BITCH!” Anna then backhanded Natalie and lunged at Melania again, tearing at her blouse. “I‘ll KILL you…fucking bitch!”

Anna slapped Melania and pushed her into the hard wooden barre. “Agghh….you little cunt. What are you doing?” Pain shot through Melania‘s back.

 Anna choked Melania into the wall and kneed her in the cunt. Melania doubled over, grunting and cursing. The young student tore at her teacher’s white blouse a little more. Spying the leather strap and riding crop nearby on the floor, Anna went and grabbed the riding crop and began to sadistically beat her mentor. Melania howled as Anna finally tasted a little sweet revenge on the cruel bitch. She finished ripping off Melania’s top and beat her ample breasts with the riding crop.

“You stupid…little slut…” Melania growled.

“Shut up, bitch. I’ve had enough of your fucking mouth,”  Anna exclaimed. Unfortunately, her revenge would be short lived.

Before Anna could continue her destruction, Melania slapped her hard across the face. She then kicked Anna in the pelvis, grabbed her arm and sent her crashing into the wall.

”You dumb little cunt. You think Natalie HURT you? You know nothing of pain,” Melania exclaimed. “No…not just yet.”

Natalie approached and wanted some more of Anna as well…Melania held up her hand and stopped her short.

”No..she is MINE now, dear. And she will regret the day she met me. You want a real fight now, Anna? Do you…silly little cunt? You foolish girl.”

Melania grabbed Anna by the hair and smashed her head into the wall twice. Several trails of blood streamed down her face…dark hair now tinged a deep red. Holding her up against the wall, Melania kneed Anna in her cunt twice and then paused before slamming her tight pussy a third time. Anna crumpled to the floor, decimated for a second time.

”You will learn your lesson, my sweet pet. Oh, you will learn.” Melania gloated. She picked up the riding crop from the floor and yanked Anna up by her hair. Smiling, she thrust the handle into Anna’s stomach then jabbed her in the pelvis . Pain shot through Anna’s hips and she felt the agony deep down inside. Again, she rammed the girl’s pelvis with the handle of the riding crop. Anna felt the rawest of pain in her womanhood. The poor girl blacked out and fell to the floor unconscious. It probably saved her body from further destruction.

“Yes..you have learned, have you not?” said Melania, but poor Anna couldn‘t hear a word she said.

Natalie was shocked at the ugly scene…shocked but also turned on. She looked at Melania standing defiant and topless over Anna’s broken body, like some primitive female warrior from the past. Melania’s breast heaved and she shimmered with sweat. Natalie’s pussy was soaking wet.

Melania hungrily gazed at Natalie’s body…hot and ravaged from her fight with Anna. “Now darling..the rest of the evening is ours…”

The two women didn’t even make it upstairs. Overcome with lust, they had sex right there in the training room, on the mats. Teacher and student. Hot and all consuming. Natalie finished tearing off Melania’s clothes. Melania made love to every square inch of Natalie’s sweet body.…she tasted her sweat and blood. She hungrily devoured her pussy. Surprisingly, Natalie was Melania’s sexual equal and matched her every hungry move. They had several deep orgasms as they passionately made hot love.

When Anna came to, she watched them fucking ravenously for a few moments. Totally defeated, she quietly left the room…softly crying and hurting so badly. She ached down to her very soul. She went to the changing room, put her clothes back on and left.

”Fuck both of you..” she said softly, under her breath.

It was probably safe to say, Anna was done with ballet.  She went back to her apartment to tend to her wounds.

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Melania was a cruel bitch and her methods were…questionable. But, she always brought out something in her students..something they didn‘t know they had. Natalie had learned how ballet dancing, just like many other things in life, can be cutthroat…and quite brutal at times.

The End

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