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I began to wake up as I feel the cushion underneath me rattle. Where am I? Did I fall asleep in Papa's car again? But the encounters of his murder and the burning of my much loved house all came rushing back into my head. My eyes flash open, wanting to escape the horrors of my own mind. My eyes begin to focus and I realize I am in the back of Papa's car with his own personal driver, Igor.
"Help!" I try and scream, but my throat is so hoarse and scratchy from the screaming and smoke that all that follows is a violent episode of coughing. I struggle to sit up but my body is so tired and achy I decide it is best for me to lie down.
"Where are you taking me?" I manage to squeak out. Igor looks at me in his rearview mirror. I catch a look of sadness and concern in his deep brown eyes. I wonder why?
"We will be there soon." He replies in a monotone voice.
"But," I try to go on, but he shushes me.
"No more questions Alexandra." He replies with a sigh.
Considering my house just burned down, a group of people killed my Mama and Papa, but not me, and now I am in the back of a car with him, I do not think I have asked that many questions. For a while I lay in the back seat as Igor drives into the unknown. I try to gather my thoughts on what happened last night and how I got here. Everything came back in a flash. The fire, my mother's screams my father's body and the tall ominous boots. Thinking of my family brings tears to my eyes, I choke back a sob. It takes every power in my body not to lay there and cry my eyes out. Papa's voice comes to me show strength in the presents of others Alexandra. The memories of his lessons bring another round of tears to my eyes. What will I do without you Papa? It was like one big nightmare. Whenever I had a bad dream Mama would come into my room, pull me into her arms, rock me back and forth and whisper calming words to me. I want nothing more than to have her right by my side now, comforting me. But I am alone. I shudder and push the thoughts out of my mind. Papa had told me to face my fears, but this was one I am not yet ready to face. Igor interrupts my thoughts by handing me a glass of water, which I take graciously. My throat is killing me.
"Alexandra" he begins. "There are people looking for you."
"Who?" I ask. Does he know who killed my parents?
"Dangerous people, no one can know you are Alexandra Udinov, daughter of Nikoli Udinov and heir to the Zetrov throne. If they do they will kill you." He says.
Who would want kill me or my family? What did we ever do to anyone?
"Why?" I ask.
"I do not know Alexandra." He admits. "You must now go by the name of Sasha. You must never reveal who you are. To the world Alexandra Udinov is dead and it must stay that way."
"Forever?" I whisper.
He just nods. All of this is too much for me. I cannot even go by my own name any more. Sasha? Just then we pull into a parking lot behind an old, abandoned warehouse by the docks. I begin to feel dizzy, the colors and shapes start to spin around me. Had Igor put something in my drink? Then everything fades into darkness around me.
The next thing I know I am cold and uncomfortable. My eyes open and focus on the bars around me. I am curled up in a fetal position. I try to straighten up but I smack my head on something above me. I then notice that I am in a cage of some sort. Like an animal. Where am I? I cannot see much because there is a cloth covering the cage I am in, but I can hear and smell a lot. I hear several men laughing and discussing something in Russian. But the drugs are making my mind all fuzzy. I cannot process what they are saying. From what I can hear they were slurring there words so I figure they are drunk. The smell of alcohol in the air confirms it. I try to reposition myself, to be more comfortable, but this create they have me in will not allow it. I peer out from behind the cloth to see a tall, frightening man with grayish brown hair and a small beard hand Igor a huge wad of money. He is laughing and taking a swig of the alcohol in his glassNow the drugs are starting to wear off and I can make due of what they are saying:
"This will more than compensate for what the girl will pay me in return." The frightening man says.
I shudder the man gives me the chills and I decide I do not like him or what he said about me. Why am I in a cage? What is the scary man going to do with me? Why did he give Igor so much money? Slowly everything starts to come together in my head. He sold me! On the black market! Igor sold me into slavery! I had heard rumors about what happened to girls my age that got sold into slavery and that scares me. The tall, frightening man walks over towards me. I take a deep breath and try to put on my best "I am not afraid of you face". He pulls back the cloth that is blocking my view. His face is very close to me. If it were not for the bars separating us we would have been touching. I lean back from the cage. His shiny blue eyes glint with mischief.
"Hello Sasha, I am Vladimir but you can call me Vlad." he says in a disturbing voice.
I repeat in my head I am Alexandra Udinov so I do not forget. Igor glances over tentatively with a worrisome and apologetic look on his face as Vlad studies me.
"This one will do more than fine" he says to Igor, waving him off.
"Go to hell." I mutter in Russian.
Suddenly he leans in and grabs me by the collar of my jacket and yanks me towards him, cracking my head on the bars that surround me.
"You will always speak English around me and be respectful. My clients do not pay for the girls to speak a language they do not understand. Got it bitch?" he asks in his heavy Russian accent.
I just glare back at him but immense fear flashes through me. I try to keep a straight face. With one more look at me he backs up and drops the cloth. As soon as I am out of his sight I let out a shaky breath I had been holding. Tears threaten to fall but I remember Papa's lessons. I wipe my eyes and take a couple more deep breaths. I hear Vlad and his other men talking about getting me on the next ship out with all the other girls. There are others? I am petrified. After what seems like hours of arguing between the men, but could have only been a few minutes, I peer out from behind the cloth. Just in time to see Vlad pull a shotgun from the small of his back. Bang! The bullet enters Igor's brain. I scream. Vlad turns to me and a sly grin creeps across his face.
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