He looks out at the morning sun, a lit cigarette between his fingers and the window wide open so Russia can't smell the smoke, still not sure why he got up so early. Maybe because he couldn't sleep the night before or maybe because his head is pinning with thoughts. Yes, It has to be the latter... He can't stop thinking about how he got here. He feels chained to this hellhole.

Here the rules don't apply... rape, torture, pedophilia... These all happen in this place and it's all because of one man... (If he could even be called a man) The personification of the country Russia.

Russia at first seemed so care free and sweet, but Toris knows the truth about the monster that is Russia. That country keeps everyone in this house in check... Even if it by whipping them until their very souls break. He makes you lose all your sanity until you're nothing but an empty shell of who you used to be.

Toris is chained to Russia, even if its only in the metaphorical sense. His only ray of light is the other Baltics... His brothers, so to speak, Estonia and Latvia keep him sane. (If he could even be called sane now.) Russia broke his sanity along time ago... with whippings and mental torture.

Toris knows they can't leave, no matter how hard they try to escape the prison that is Russia's house..

He can't help but be ashamed of himself. Russia has slowly made him a monster as well. Toris can't help but tear up at the memory of Raivis, Latvia, underneath him... screaming. He knows he made Raivis's trust in him disappear that night.

Toris is in metaphoric chains and there isn't anything he can do to break free. He has been at America's house for a while and he nearly broke down when Russia took him back to that hell.

"Toris?" He hears a soft voice say. He looks from the open window and looks to see his brother Raivis there. "Yes brother?" Raivis gulps and shakily says "M-Mr Russia needs to see you..." Toris nods and flicks the cigarette out of the window and heads up to Russia's study...