"Your name is?"

"Natasha Markovic."

"You do what?"

"I'm currently a full time student at the University of Southern California. I want to become a teacher."

"Your favorite color?"

"Perriwinkle blue."

"You had a dog when you were nine. His name was?"

"Her name was Ana."

"You are allergic to?"

"Oh, um..."

Mona frowns as she looks up from the file in her hands, sighing before pushing a hand through her bright ginger hair. "Tree nuts, Yela, tree nuts."

"Right! S-sorry. Distracted," Yelena mutters, her hands clasped in front of her as she shifts from foot to foot. The annoyed look on Mona's face grows into a wide smirk.

"Damn. Now I can't tell if you're Yela or Tasha. Stop playing mind tricks like that," Mona scolds, getting a sadistic flash from Yelena's gray eyes before they soften into a bright blue. Yelena soon turns into Natasha; the soft spoken honor student, born in Russia, moved to the states when she was four. Her father, caught up in alcohol and gambling when her mother ran off, now a hundred thousand dollars in debt, has died from alcohol poisoning and only one person is left to pay it --

Natasha Markovic.

"You are allergic to?"

"Tree nuts."

Mona nods and looks down at the file in front of her. Behind her, all of her laptops and computers are busy making and coding digital files of Natasha into every database she would ever be in. It's the basement of Markovic house - a safe house used by one of Mona's hacker friends. Yelena, or now Natasha, shifts in the cushioned seat Mona has put her in. The articulate, intelligent hitwoman has turned into the rabbit-hearted woman that loves children and everything innocent. The Sevenfold Mansion will eat her alive.

"They'll arrive at three twenty-three pm exactly. You'll be-"

"In the kitchen, eating a snack and reading a magazine. The television in the living room with be on and I will not hear them. They will surprise me and I will fight them. I will give in."

Mona gives a weary look to her partner in crime, but nods. "Right."

The redhead continues to keep her head down, staring at the five mugshots that stare back at her. The one in the middle, the one she knew Yelena was going to have to watch out for, stared back with deceiving winter blue eyes.

"Watch out for the Rev," Mona warns, just as Yelena stands to go back up the stairs. "He's been in the same scene as you, he knows your name and your face. If he recognizes you, tell him you're simply trying to hide from people. Don't even hint at an alternative motive to you being there."

Yela, as herself one last time, nods quickly, before it is Natasha that walks up the stairs and disappears into the house. Behind Mona, the computers beep once together, signalling Natasha exists in their databases. Mona watches as she disappears into the bright light of the hallway, and Mona slinks back into her shadows, only the pixelated light coming from the computer bringing any visible brightness.
***

Natasha sits at the kitchen island, her feet kicking back and forth softly as she lazily reads through magazine. A bowl of fresh strawberries and sugar sits off to the side. Every three minutes, almost like clockwork, she reaches for a strawberry and eats it slowly. The television in the living room is background noise.

She misses the loud banging on the front door of her father's home. Natasha takes it as noise from the television.

Dressed in a fitted black, ruffled blouse with a pair of hip-hugging denim jeans, her bare feet brush every few times as she kicks her feet in the air.

The loud thuds of boots, yet again go past Natasha. She is focused on her magazine, not the clock reading 3:23pm. And then, the thuds getting louder, and closer, and soon, they're in the kitchen. There's a click of a gun being loaded, and Natasha turns around quickly at the noise.

There are two tall men, dressed in dark clothing, that makes her scream. The shorter one of the two, with slicked back black hair and two lip piercings on his bottom lip, reaches forward and grabs at Natasha. She fights against his strong hold, scratching her nails at his arms and wrists. One of his hands covers her mouth to muffle the scream. She bites his hand.

"Ow! Little bitch! She bit me!"

"Shut up!" the taller one roars, causing Natasha to go limp in shock. The one that grabbed her places a blindfold over her frightened blue eyes, and her wrists are soon being bound. Hands grab at her upper arms and guide her out of the kitchen, her feet walking now on soft carpet. She hears a door, and whimpers when the purr of a car meets her ears.

Natasha slightly prays, mumbling a few words under her breath in Russian, before she's jerked around, told to 'shut up' again, and pushed into the backseat of an SUV. Her shins hit the foot railing. As soon as the door is closed, she reaches to open it, but there are no inside handles. Natasha begins to hyperventilate. She can't see; the blindfold is too thick, and her hands are handcuffed behind her back.

What's going on? she screams in her mind before whimpering softly. Her legs curl up against her waist, her head protected by her knees as she lets it rest against her thighs. She begins to whisper again in Russian. The fluent flow of her words always calms her nerves.

"Why'd I have to come along for this?" one of them complains, while the car jerks around a sharp corner. Natasha goes flying against the window, groaning as she's slammed into it. "She didn't put up a fight. And it's not like she's that pretty t begin with..."

"That's part of the business, Zee," the other growls, obviously the one driving by the way his words match the jerk of the car. "Now shut the fuck up before I push you out."

"Bite me!"

"Don't tempt me..."

Natasha slowly works her way back into a sitting position before she's thrown again. This time, the car stops completely. Two doors open, "Get her out," one of them says before the doors slam and Natasha is met by momentary silence. Then, the door Natasha was leaning against is jerked open and she goes tumbling out of it and onto the ground. She groans at the sore feeling in her shoulders, and now she's placed awkwardly, half in the SUV, half out.

"Hm, that looks like a very nice position. Gotta remember that one..." one of the darkly dressed men says to her, causing Natasha to blush and shiver in disgust. Soon she is being picked up from the floor, and forced to walk across a gravel driveway with her bare feet. She can feel cuts and scraps on the bottom of her feet from a few sharp pieces. Pushed into a building, the warmth of it taking over the place of the night's cold, the blindfold is ripped from her face and her wrists are let free. Instantly, her hands come up to cover her eyes, the light too harsh and bright.

"Sabrina!" the man beside her barks. It is followed by the hurried click of heels and the firm voice of an annoyed woman yelling,

"I'm coming!"

Natasha can hear the smirk on the man's face. "That's what I like to hear..."

She shudders in disgust before her eyes open again and adjust to the light quickly. Natasha stands in a large foyer. Beside her is the man with the slicked back hair, his lips accented by the two silver rings on either side of his bottom lip. His bright green eyes stare back at Natasha with a ring of hazy red. She looks away quickly, watching as the woman with the clicking heels walks into the room.

"Yes, Mr. Vengeance?" she says, her breath going out in quick exhales, as if she had been running a marathon before showing up.

"Get her cleaned up," he growls, pushing Natasha into Sabrina's waiting arms. "You got an hour." And then he's gone, leaving the foyer and going up a pair of stairs just off to the side. Natasha is pushed from Sabrina's arms, and the new woman glares at her.

"Wonderful. Where'd they pick you up?" Sabrina sneers, frightening Natasha even more.

"M-m-my home," Natasha tells her quietly, dropping her chin to her chest, too scared to look at the woman. Sabrina just purses her lips.

"Oh, so you're a pick up, huh?"

Natasha doesn't answer, not sure how. "Well, I'm Sabrina, the matron of the girls at the Sevenfold Mansion. It's like the Playboy Mansion, but worse and with younger guys." Natasha still doesn't look up. "Well come on! I got an hour to get you ready."

Natasha looks up now, afraid to ask, Ready for what?

Barely five minutes later, she finds herself stripped of all her clothing, allher clothing, and standing under a hot spray of water. Beside her are two other women, Sabrina standing off to the side with a frown on her lips and her arms crossed under her chest.

"Don't understand what all the fuss is about. He's gonna take one look at you and send you straight to the kitchens..." Sabrina mumbles before waving her hand. "Do a deep cleanse anyways."

Natasha, grabbed and forced spread eagles against the tile wall, never sees a third woman walk out, wearing a pair of plastic gloves holding a bottle of cleansing lubricate...
***

She sits frozen, her thighs and ass hurting from the unseen intrusion of her body. Natasha shudders as she thinks of the feeling of the woman putting her hands...

"Get up," Sabrina barks, shaking Natasha from her thoughts. Slowly, the Russian stands, her legs shaky at the thought of what they'd do next to her. "Put this on." Sabrina shoves pair of lacy white underwear into one of Natasha's hands, and a night-top in the other. "It's got a built in bra. Maybe it'll help your mosquito bites."

Natasha blushes at the derogatory term of her chest and quickly covers it. Sabrina rolls her eyes and walks off to the side. It's just her and Natasha at the moment. "You got two seconds to start moving or I'm gonna bring Kris and Mia back in here to hold you down." At the threat, Natasha is practically ripping the lace slightly from pulling it on so quickly. Sabrina growls at her quickly, "You rip it, and that's solitary for a month."

She slows slightly, but soon, the man from earlier shows back up. He's got the same frown on his face as Sabrina. "Couldn't you have, I dunno, made her look prettier?"

"I can only do so much with what I'm given," Sabrina growls, turning to the man with a glare. He snaps his teeth at her, and she steps back, out of his way.

"She ready for Shadows?"

Sabrina only gives a nod for an answer. The last sight of Sabrina that Natasha sees is the woman smirking evilly, dragging her finger across the front of her neck. Natasha whimpers, and stares back at the taller man dragging her down the hall.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks meekly. The man stops at a door, turning to smirk at her.

"You get to meet the bossman."

And then he knocks on the door, and a gruff 'come in' follows.