(Key will be present for the first few chapters. Also if any names are wrong, sorry, there's only so much research I'm willing to do.)

~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

Language/Sexual content warning for future chapters, and a bit in this chapter.

Y/n pov

I woke up to a splitting headache, groaning softly and turning on my side, pulling the covers closer. Groggily, I opened my eyes, fixing them on the black covers. What? Mine weren't black. Quickly, I threw them off, looking around the room in shock and confusion. My eyes landed on a black bandana, and everything came rushing back. I scrambled off the bed, rushing towards the door, only to have it open just as I reached for the knob. Gasping, I scrambled back, tripping over my own feet. The door swung open revealing a man. The first thing I noticed was that he was baby-faced, wearing a plaid shirt and dark jeans. The man grinned, "Trying to leave? But you just got here!" He came closer, shutting the door behind him. The action made me jump up, stepping backward a few paces. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice calm, but it wavered slightly. He shrugged, "That seems like it's the worst of your worries right now." He held up a bag, my bag, I didn't notice him carrying it in my state of shock. I froze over, watching him move across the room to a table against the wall. He unzipped it, dumping the bag's contents, my contents, onto it. He sifted through them, pushing the clothes aside and picking up the bear. "What are you? Five?" I scurried over, trying to grab it. He quickly pushed me back, holding it out of my reach, "What?" his voice was mocking, "Did Mommy give it to you?" He laughed, shoving it into my chest. I almost dropped it but managed to catch it, clutching it close. He picked up the photo album next, flipping through the pictures quickly, scanning each one. I didn't jump at him again, though I wanted to. He threw it down as if it was nothing more than discarded trash, turning his full attention to me. "Why am I here?" I dared to ask.
Charlie smirked, looking pleased I asked, "You see, Little Johna' decided we wouldn't kill you, instead, he would put you to a better task."
"Task?"
"We all don't ever get any tail anymore, except for Dylan, but-"
I cut him off, "Tail?"
"Really? Are you that stupid? Do I have to put it terms you'll understand?" I understood him, I was only hoping it meant something else, but, of course, it didn't.
"We're going to fuck you."
I moved backward, unsure of what scared me more, the fact that this man was more than likely going to most likely have sex with me, or the fact that he said: "we're".
"Don't have anything to say? That's fine, we don't have to talk." The unnamed man snickered, moving so that he stood in front of me. He starred at me for a moment, as if deciding what to do. And finally, he did:
"Take your shirt off."
My eyes widened and I stumbled backward, finding my voice, "N-no!" In one quick motion, I was pushed against the wall, a hand loosely wrapped against my neck. "You don't want to get hurt, do you?" His voice was dangerous now, a wicked smile playing on his lips. I hesitantly shook my head, he backed up, "Then do it." Very slowly, I gripped the edges of my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders. The man grinned widely, "Good girl," moving in again, he pressed me against the wall again, softer this time. I was powerless against him, only being able to look away as he did what he pleased. Rough hands raced up and down my body, and he dipped down, his lips barely grazing against my own quivering ones. But before he could do anything else, the door swung open, someone walking in, "Jordon, we have to-" they stopped, "What are you doing?" Jordon, as the other called him, smiled, though he was clearly upset, he moved away. Arms snapping to my chest like a piston, a deep red hue spread across my face. "I was only teaching the girl her new job, I did nothing wrong." I could easily tell it as one of the others from the previous night, it was the one wth unruly hair. His voice was raspy, but it was in nice, in a way
Seeing the current situation, he frowned, "Jorel wants you."
"Of course he does." Jordon huffed, crossing the room. The man watched as he left, only looking away when the door shut. He carefully walked towards me. Unsure of what to do, I stood there, tightening my grip around myself and moving farther from him. He gingerly picked up my discarded shirt, handing it towards me, "I'm sorry this happened. I told George it wasn't a good idea to put you in here with him, but he wouldn't listen." Tentatively, I took it back, pulling it on quickly. He offered a smile, "My name's Matt."
"Y/n," I replied, "Why am I here?" Matt frowned, looking away for a moment before looking back into my eyes, "I'll just be blunt with you. Last night, our boss, George, was going to kill you. It wouldn't be quick either, I didn't want someone like yourself to go through something like that." I stiffened, wanting to yell at him, but afraid of what would happen if I did. "This would be better than that."
Shutting my eyes, I looked away. Anything could be better than this. Better than being some kind of slave to men I've never met. Men who are most likely homicidal maniacs, from what he's telling me. No, he was wrong, nothing was worse than this.