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Also a little note: I'm not having the best time at the moment, so if things get dark, which they will, that would be why.

Y/n pov

I forced myself to look at him, "I don't want to do that again," I felt myself breaking down again, crumbling before his very eyes, "D-don't make me do it again." This time, Matt turned away, shaking his head slowly, "I can't stop it, there's nothing I can do." Sniffing slightly, I dared to ask, "What will he do to me?"
He thought about it for a moment, "He won't hurt you if that's what you really mean." I finally looked away, choosing to change the subject myself, "How many people are there?"
"Six."
I flinched, six men. I had to get out, I had to leave. 
"I think you should sleep, it'll help. We'll deal with it tomorrow."
I'll deal with it tomorrow.
I bit back my tongue, "Where do I sleep?"
"They want you in the basement. But, I don't. So I'm sure you'll do just fine in my bed."
I managed to fake a smile, "Thank you." 
He started towards the door, "Just go ahead and sleep, I'll be back in a while." He didn't wait to leave, shutting the door softly. I stared at it for a few minutes, afraid it might open and someone will walk in, another man I didn't know. But nothing happened, so very hesitantly, I made my way to his bed. It was nicely made and very inviting. The sheets were soft to the touch, I pulled them back, crawling in. Sighing softly, I pulled the covers close, finally relaxing. But I quickly realized it wouldn't last, I was finally alone with nothing but my thoughts. I started thinking about the "what ifs", and the walls started closing in, the dark, suffocating walls.
"This is your home." 
The words kept repeating, over and over. I started thinking of all the things those disgusting men would do, even the things that could never possibly happen became real. Soon, I was quivering, hiding underneath the blankets like a child, the light still on. But then my eyes opened, the door clicked shut in the background. Had I fallen asleep? 
Footsteps.
My eyes widened and I held my breath, he was back, that man, what was his name? Dylan? I didn't move. The footsteps, slow and steady, neared closer, stopping just at the edge of the bed. The man sighed, softly dragging his hand through my hair in a soothing motion. And it worked, my thoughts calmed, I realized how unlikely it was. It was only Matt, only Matt. I relaxed, moving slightly to hug the pillow I was using. Matt sat down on the bed, shifting the sheets and pillows until he himself could lay down. And for once, I didn't flinch or move away. I relaxed and leaned into the warmth he provided. Later, I would blame it on sleep deprivation, if I had been in the right mind I would have pushed him away and chosen the basement. But for that moment, I allowed my defensives to fall, allowed myself to feel safe.

When I woke up, I was instantly thrown into chaos. Jerked awake by loud banging against the door, followed by "Open the fucking door." Safe to say it wasn't going to be a good day.  Matt was quick to get up, stumbling towards the door in a still half-asleep manner. Upon opening the door, a man forced his way in, locking eyes with me almost instantly. He snarled, "Get up." Taking one look at his demeanor made me get up. I didn't rush, I didn't freak out (well, not physically). I was almost slow in a way, not quite sure of my movements but just enough that I could react properly.
"Come." The man hissed, glaring down at me as if I was nothing more than a dog to him. In a way I was. The man turned and back through the door, not checking to see if I was following or not. I was, of course, not close, but not far away either. I could hear Matt following, shutting the door as he went. I took a moment to think things through. First I started with the man, he had big arms, ear gauges, and was covered in tattoos. Quickly deciding I didn't want to piss him off. The man started talking, more to himself than me or Matt, "I specifically said the basement. But did you fucking listen?" He laughed harshly, "No." 
Walked through different hallways and rooms, he finally stopped at a door, pushing it open roughly before decending steps that let downwards. My movements were slower this time, timidly looking around the dark room. This had to be the basement. 
The man stopped at the center of the room, spinning around and spreading his arms in a mock gesture. He grinned, "This will be your new room. Over there is the bathroom," He pointed to an empty corner, "And your bed," He pointed to another empty corner.
"Now," He clapped his hands together, "Let's get to the point. You're a slave now, you do what we say, an-"
I cut him off, throwing all reason out the window, "And if I don't?" His smile twitched at the corner, "Do not-" he came closer "-interrupt ME!" Before I could grasp the situation, I was on the ground, being kicked over and over again until I was a wheezing mess before him. 
When he did stop, he kneeled down with a smile, roughy grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him, "Are we clear?" I quickly nodded. He stood back up, "That'll bring us into our next rule: Do not speak unless spoken too, or better yet, not at all.
And as I was saying, haha, before you interrupted me, you are a slave, you are a toy, you are something we can all pass around and fuck, understood." I didn't say anything, struggling to get up, only to be shoved back down, "No, stay down there, I like you on the floor." He continued on, "There are six of us, some will use you more than others will, some will treat you nicely, and well, others won't." He snickered again, "We're not nice people, so I wouldn't expect anything that good, though." He turned towards the door, "If I'm correct, you're supposed to go to Dylan, but," the man flicked his wrist, a blade I had failed to see swung out, "I'm sure he won't mind if I have a bite myself."