It all started on Christmas Day, I went to my friend’s house wondering what he received. When I approached the door an ominous chill went down my spine. When I knocked on the door my friend Ricky answered he said "Hey Elvis how was your Christmas?" I said "pretty cool what did you guys get?’ He said "I got a soccer ball but my brothers got airsoft guns." (At this point none of us had our own airsoft gun so this was a great thing.) I did not realize it at his point but this was the beginning of a journey with his brothers, enslavement, and rebellion. Ricky's brothers were two larger boys named Felipe and Kevin, both of them receiving an automatic airsoft gun, which to a young boy he was an amazing yet very frightening thing. Seeing as these two had abused us in the past in an older brother way. So Felipe and Kevin come out with their guns and then to our horror they started shooting at us. So we started running away now they were older, faster, and stronger than us so we did not get very far. So for the next three months every time I went over there he would have to take off our shirts, and get down on the ground and pick up airsoft BBs that they shot around. Now if we had refused to do this they would shoot us on the spot and we would not be allowed to go inside. We would have to work out there for about an hour or two a day before we got to go inside to do anything, so times like this were very unpleasant. As a kid I was bored often, so one of the only things to do was go to Ricky's house. Most of the time Ricky did not want to come to my house because there was not really much to do. Thinking back on it having him come to my house would be a much less painful and probably more enjoyable thing, but in a way we were sort of having fun with the whole airsoft slave thing. So as the days went on me and Ricky would hang out, work and as soon as that ended we would be able to go inside and play on his Wii or stay outside and play socc