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              ~Name Key~
Johnny 3 Tears: George Ragan
Charlie Scene: Jordon Terrell
J-Dog: Jorel Decker
Funny man: Dylan Alvarez
Danny: Daniel Murillo (Danny)
Da Kurlzz: Matthew Busek

Y/n pov

I numbly followed the man, Matt, out of the room and into an empty hallway, two doors were on each wall, he stopped at the last. He stepped into the room, hesitating by the door until I came in after him, he shut the door after I did. "I'm sorry I snapped." I murmured after a moment, "If I woke up in an unknown house surrounded by men I didn't know, well, I guess I would react the same way." I didn't say anything, staring down at the dirty carpet below my feet. "Jordon already got you I see,  I'm sure you want a shower?" I nodded. He shooed me back out of the room, handing me my bag as he did. When did he grab it? Had he had it the entire time?
"The shower's in there, uh, don't take too long I guess." I only nodded slightly while clutching my bag to muy chest, happy to have my own things back. When he left, and I was alone in the bathroom, I instantly dropped to my knees, dumping all of its contents onto the floor. 
The photo album was gone, everything was gone. Everything but my clothes. I almost let out a scream, but quickly let it die, shakily I refolded the clothes, setting them aside on the counter, the bag underneath them. Standing back up, I moved over to the shower. It was a standard one, two handles that turned, and a faucet at the center, the kind where you pull the top up to start the shower. I grimaced, realizing it wasn't clean, but I couldn't complain now. I turned the cold on, only to unexpectantly have the shower rain down scolding hot water. Startled, I yelped in pain, scrambling back and tripping over my own feet, and fell down. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door, an unknown voice following, "You okay in there?" It took me a minute to reply, the air gone from my lungs and my head spinning, but I managed, "Y...yeah." 
"Can I come in?"
Hesitating, I repeated myself, struggling to stand back up. The door opened and man I haven't seen or met before leaned into the room, "Oh, he didn't tell you." I glanced at him, frowning, "That the shower was messed up?" Ne nodded, coming all the way in, "Here, let me help you, it's kinda hard to get it right."
While the man fiddled with the faucet, I took a moment to take him in. He was average height, with a strong build. The man had a bad, blond dye job, it looked like he lost his way to a Jersey Shore convention. The man practically radiated with fake happiness, he screamed fake all around. But he was the first person to show me any sort of kindness, even if it was fake. "There," The man said when he was satisfied with his tinkering, "That should do it, but if there are any more problems just ask for Danny." He flashed a quick smile before leaving, not even waiting for a thank you or anything. But now I knew his name if that helped at all. "Danny", it wasn't the kind of name you would expect to hear in my current situation, but it did suit him (from what I could tell at least). Sighing softly and banishing the thoughts, stepping into the already running shower. It was slightly hot, I decided not to mess with it, though, not wanting to have Danny come back, besides, it was otherwise fine. The water helped everything wash away, but no matter what, no matter how hot the water, I could still feel that man's hands on me, I could feel them everywhere. But the water felt safe, it was as if nothing could touch me, but of course, anyone could open the door and jump in along with me. Safety doesn't exist in a place like this.

When I had enough of hiding away, I quickly jumped out and did all the regular things, scurrying out and towards Matt's room, bag in hand I stopped suddenly, unease and fear creeping in, I couldn't remember which room it was. As stupid as it was, I couldn't. All the doors looked the same, all the doors were shut. It was the one on the end, wasn't it? The one apart from the rest? It had to be, I was sure of it. I stood in that doorway for what seemed like hours, terrified of the fear that it was the wrong one. I stepped up to it, raising my fist to knock but hesitated. It had to be the right one. I knocked. And of course, it wasn't. The door opened to reveal a tall, dangerous looking man. I instantly back peddled, fear exploded through me. The man laughed, speaking with a slight accent, "Shit, didn't know they were delivering straight to the door now!" 
"W-wait no, I-I'm looking f-for-" Th man cut me off, "You're lookin' for no one now." I shook my head and backed away, "N-no, Matt!" 
"Aw, he ain't gonna come for you, don't bother. Now come here," I backed up, shaking my head.
"No? Oh, I don't take no for an answer." The man lunged at me, and I yelped, scrambling away. But I was a second too late, the man roughly grabbed my arm, beginning to drag me into his room. I struggled and fought, prying at his hands, digging my heels into the stained wood beneath my feet. But he was too strong, he easily dragged me closer and closer. And then another door opened. 
"Dylan, stop." 
The man did, but he didn't let go. Instead, his eyes left my own terrified face and rose to face the man intruding on his fun.
Dylan grinned, stretching out the name, "Matt. Always ruining the fun." I threw a look over my shoulder, distantly thinking of how I was so close, his door was directly across. But the thought quickly vanished when Dylan's grip tightened, making me look back with a whimper. Matt continued, "She's had enough tonight."
"Really? I think she can take more." 
"Tomorrow."
Dylan paused, but grinned, "Alright, fine," He let go of my arm, "I'll see you tomorrow, then." The man backed away, shutting the door as he did. When he was sure the man was gone, Matt stepped aside, silently beckoning me into his room. Slowly, but not hesitantly, I did, but not before picking up my bag where I had dropped it, pushing the spilled contents back in. "He's not usually like that." Matt murmured after he shut the door. After I didn't say anything, staring straight ahead, he continued, "Drugs. I'm sure he'll be fine by tomorrow." 
"I want to go home."
Matt gave me a sad look then,  frown playing on his lips, "This is your home."