Smut warning.

Y/n POV

The noodles cooked well enough, I made sure of that. For I was intently staring at it while George was intently staring at me. Though after the first few minutes it became apparent that the drugs were still in my system, for the noodles were so... Noodley. But let's not dive into three paragraphs describing my psychedelic noodles because when I turned around, the man was gone. Vanished!
Famished.
I'm hungry.
"Fucking Wizard," I hissed to myself, angrily looking back at the pleasant boiling water.
Remember how I said I wasn't going to describe the noodles? Well, this story needs filler
The noodles...wet, hot, limp. The way the... ah, but what color? White? Yellow? Green? I didn't know, but the way the noodles sat dumbly at the bottom- wait maybe the top? Go do noodle work again? Fuck if I know! My point is I'm tripping and noodles are trippy.
"I've never seen someone so transfixed with spaghetti."
I turned, tired of Georges disappearing acts.
"It's not spaghetti, there's not sauce."
The man grinned stepping closer to me, one hand behind his back. With that and the creepy smile I was sure that he had a gun and was going to shoot me. I flinched when he showed me what he was hiding, but relaxed when he shown that he did im fact not have a gun, but a half full jar of Prego sauce.
"I have to hide it." George explained, "No one knows how to really cook and, well, Jordon gets in it when he's high."
"Straight sauce?"
"Weird ain't it?"
I nodded, taking the jar.
"Your noodles are burning."
With a horrified gasp, I hastily worked to save my dearest limp noodles.

After cooking and adding the prego, I made my own bowl, returning to the couch. Suddenly the door swung open and, like a stampede, the other five men rushed in. It was instant chaos.
"Fuck you. Fuck all if you! I could've fucking caught him!"
"Don't look at me! It was Danny!"
"I tripped!"
"And I tripped over you and therefore you fucked it all up!"
"What are you eating?"
I looked up, all eyes were pointed at me,
"Uh, spaghetti?"
"Is there any left?"
I frowned, "Yeah I thi-"
Jordon broke away, shoving both Danny and Dylan onto the ground, running towards the kitchen. Jorel tackled him and it escalated to the two fighting like starved dogs. Matt quickly made is way around the two and got to the kitchen first. Danny scrambles up and was pulled down by Dylan, who tried getting up and got yanked back onto the floor in return.
"Dinner and a show." I heard George mumble as he passed with a full bowl. After that Jorel savagely punched Jordon in between the legs and preceded to fight Matt for his bowl, in which he won and scurried off to his room to gorge himself on pasta that resulted in blood shed. In the end, everyone got a bowl, though scraps, bloody noses, and a knife wound resulted from it. "Fucking worth it," Jordan murmured to himself, clearly enjoying his food. I couldn't tell if it was blood or sauce on his face.
"You stabbed me," Dylan then accused.
"Stop being a baby."
"I think I need stitches."
Danny frowned, "Wait, who made this?"
"I saw George leave."
"George can't cook for shit! He chars toast in a fucking timed toaster. Who does that!?"
"What about Y/n?"
Once again, all eyes were directed towards me, where I dropped my spoon, it clanged against the bowl, sounding like a sound wave. I shyly nodded.
"Can you cook other things?"
"Wait," Jordon smirked, "Good pussy AND good food? What else can you do?"
"Can you poll dance?"
My eyes widened at the question, which seemingly came out of no where.
"Is that a no then? Ah, I'll teach you" Dylan snickered, knife wound apparently forgotten.
The room quickly grew silent as Jorel reappeared. He slinked closer, snatched Matt's still half full bowl, and ran again.
"HEY!" He yelled darting after him. Matt, however, returned empty handed, and without pants.
"...What happened?" Someone dared to ask after a moment of shocked silence.
Matt simply kept walking, face burning with defeat.

When everyone was done, they left to their respective rooms, I was left alone, a sort of thanks for the food. But soon after this, Danny came back out, sitting himself beside me. I tensed instantly, but the man showed no sign of aggression or ill attempt.
"What happened?" He asked, curiosity apparent in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I replied, nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
"I saw George, big guy never leaves his room."
I looked away, "I'm not sure, really. I was making the noodles and he was just... There. He started talking to me at on point, but I guess I was out of it, I can't remember what he said. And then he left and came back with sauce." Danny smiled, "Jordan gets in it."
"He told me," I smiled too.
"How did he act?"
"He acted... nice I guess? He didn't do anything threatening."
"Nice?"
I nodded. Danny frowned at this, "George acted nice... He wasn't snarling? Throwing things?" I shook my head, "Does he usually do that?"
"Yeah, when he does come out he's in a rage. Was he fucked up? High?"
"I don't know, maybe."
Danny glanced towards his room, "George does drugs, the hard shit, when he's on his high, he's usually fine, but when he comes down..."
He stood then, taking my arm, "Come on, you don't want to be in his sight when he's like that." I obediently followed, choosing to trust him for the time being. He took me to his room, shutting the door and sliding the lock in place. As the click sounded through the room dread filled my body, I looked at Danny. He no longer looked kind, he looked... hungry.
"What are you doing?" I whispered as he slinked closer.
"We're not good people."
I frowned, "Yeah, I kinda guessed that from the whole kidnapping thing."
Danny chuckled, "Do you know anything about what we do?"
"Kidnap little girls?"
He laughed, "We used to be at the top, selling drugs, drive bys,you name it, we did it. You know what else we did?"
"Wh-what?" I didn't want to be hear anymore, following him was a mistake. It happened to quick for me to react, I was thrown against the wall, head painfully bouncing off of it, pinned there after that. His breath ghosted against my cheek, dark eyes glaring into my own, "We killed little girls."
"You're going to kill me?" I dared to say. He laughed again, "I don't pull the trigger, darling."
I wanted to spit in his face.
"Though, I'd watch your mouth... I'd say close it, but that's really not what I want."
The man then pushed down on my shoulders until I kneeled in front of him. I quickly caught on to what he wanted, shaky hands reaching forward to undo his belt buckle, then his zipper. When his member stood proud and tall in front of me I stopped.
"Go on," He spoke in a sing song, innocent manner. I closed my eyes and took him in my mouth, bobbing my head. Deciding he didn't like the pace, he either hand on each side of my head, gripped my hair, and slammed himself further down my throat. Tears weld up in my eyes and I gagged, grabbing onto his legs for support. Thrusting hard and fast, he fucked my face, not giving a damn about my well being. I tried desperately to hold myself together, Just breath. With a moan, Danny forced himself all the way in again, holding me immobile. I pathetically beat my fists against his legs, unable to breath. I could feel the hot liquid shoot down my throat and into my mouth. He let go, stepping back as I fell forward, coughing and sputtering onto the ground. "Little word of advice, kid," Danny pulled his pants back up, fastening his belt, "Don't trust strangers."
I didn't dare look up, pain forcing me to stay down. My throat felt as if liquid fire had been porn down it, not to mention the humiliation and shame I felt as well.
Then someone knocked at the door, drawing his attention away.
"Danny?" A raspy voice sounded, "Do you have Y/n? I can't find her anywhere."
Danny grinned, glancing back down at me, "You just can't get a break, can you?"

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Sorry for the wait! Now not only is my laptop broken, but my phone as well! I've had to resort to my kindle, which is a pain to write on. Sorry for the weak chapter, things will get back on track soon.
How does everyone like the surprise dark Danny?
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