I awoke in a dark and cold place. The only source of light was a tiny light bulb that flickered above me. I wore different clothes. My checkerboard teal and blue shirt, bell bottoms, sneakers, and hat were replaced with a sleek black one-piece suit and boots. My uncles were smart enough to strip me bare of weapons.....including the pepper spray attached to my bra. Smart move. By looking around the room, I see it was nothing more than a concrete prison cell. Only without the toilet, window, and bed. I look at my shins, they were patched up. Wrapped in bandages, I see they've excessively bled  through them. Obviously this was done by the careless mafia doctor, Gennady. The only mafia doctor around Russia. But wait, how'd he get me bandaged up in such short time...? Let alone being able to come near me. I was in America....right? The door opened, but I couldn't see specifically who it was. But then I saw his dark red hair glisten in the light, his hazel eyes, and the scrawny body. Uncle Avraam no doubt about it. Scrawny bastard.

Avraam: 'Bout time you woke up.

Me: Where am I?

Avraam: Russia.

Me: WHAT?!!! How'd I get here?!!!

Avraam: You were knocked out for some time. We contacted Tatyana and she gave us a plane ride. It took aggrevating hours, but we got here. I couldn't believe how well you had slept.

Me: Who's Tatyana?

Avraam: *smirk* You'll know very soon my niece.

I was beyond confused. I knew every name of everyone in the mafia. My uncles, father, pimps, hoes, but never had I heard of Tatyana. But her name sounded familiar, somehow. I can't put my finger on it but I know that name belongs to someone important to me. The only questions are who is she and how is she involved in my father's business? I see the rest of my uncles come in with a chair with straps and a clock with a long chain. It took me a while to realize they were trying to hypnotize me. There's no way I'll let them do that without fight. I stand up, looking intensely mad and they just laugh. Kazimir grinned and Miloslav was holding something behind his back. What the fuck is going on here?!

Kazimir: I don't think you'll want to resist us Elizaveta or should I say Carmen?

Me: How do you know about that?!

Kazimir: Your brother told me.

My eyes bulged as I watched Miloslav threw Jason next to me. He was in handcuffs and couldn't get up on his own, but he glared up at all of them.

Kazimir: He tried to rescue you and attacked us. Luckily we got the upper hand. Green haired boy here didn't stop fighting until I shut him up. However there was a French kid who escaped us. The kid gave us a hard time but you didn't get out of our grasp. We kept this boy in room next to yours. We also knew that he was your twin just by looking at his face.

I hugged him tightly, recognizing he was weak from thirst and starvation, I almost cried. But I wouldn't. Crying is for the weak and spineless. We were as good as dead. The last I could do was bring comfort to him before the inevitable. Suddenly I was pulled away, as I was forcibly strapped on to chair where I could not move and clock was waving back and forth. I looked away, tightly closing my eyes but I felt myself being shocked. I screamed out in pain. It forced me to look at it for a little bit, causing me to almost give in but I refused. Then I was shocked more and more, until I looked at it enough to be tame. I no longer had the ability to control myself, I was hypnotized.

Kazimir: You are under my control.

Me: I am under your control.

Kazimir: You will eliminate Vladimir and any of his allies.

I tried to fight it, but the force was ultimately too strong. There was only little hesitation in what I had said next.

Me: I will eliminate Vladimir and all of his allies.

Kazimir: Very good. Now you are my slave and will do exactly as instructed. No mistakes under any means.

Me: I am your slave and will do exactly as instructed. No mistakes under any means.

Kazimir: Good, good.

He released me from the chair, my voice sounding like zombie. My eyes were dazed, but I was still looking at my uncle, thinking of him as a master.

Miloslav: The boy escaped!

Kazimir: *chuckle* Let him go. There's nothing he can do now. Eliza is under our control, Vlad's at America with no vehicle, and there's no one who can save her. We've won. Elizaveta, fetch us some vodka to celebrate.

I did as instructed, knowing the right kinds to pick. They were pleased with my loyalty and service. Kazimir rewarded me with a mattress to sleep on at night. It was no Temper Pedic, but it was better than nothing. I gave solemn gratitude. It would be a long time before I would ever break free. And my body has given in to my new surroundings. With no control over what I did and when I did them, there's no possible way I could escape on my own. I was trapped. Hopefully someone will help me, if not I was doomed to a life of being slave to my diabolical uncles.