pretty girls like you won't get hurt... as long as you obey

[THIRD POV]

Cold metal was all she felt.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light that shone at her.

She softly groaned, bringing her hand up to wipe her eyes.

Until something stopped it.

When she tried to raise her right hand up, it was stopped. 

(Y/N) looked down at her right hand.

It was cuffed to the bed.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in realization, trying to remove the metal cuff from her hand. It wasn't possible at all, she didn't have a key, and she didn't have anything to make a key with.

That's when something else hit her.

She looked down at her wrist, she wasn't wearing her coat. 

Her eyes trailed down to her body; she wasn't wearing her skimpy work clothes either.

'W-Where are my clothes?!'

Instead of the dress she wore to work everyday, she was wearing a thin and clear night-gown like dress. It was very soft, despite it looking different than how it felt, but it wasn't her's. That was the bigger problem.

'T-This isn't mine... I don't own such lewd clothing...'

It was see through; she saw her own undergarments under them. 

Then something else struck her.

Her eyes wandered to the bed. It was small, but big enough to fit her. There were metal rails along the side of it where the right side had her cuff connected with it. 

This wasn't her bed.

She then looked up at the ceiling; the expensive chandelier hung above which was the only source of light being provided. The wall was a soft white color that also had a pink color to the walls.

This wasn't her ceiling or walls. 

She looked around in the room, scanning the furniture. There was a desk and a bookshelf, nothing more that inhabited her and the bed other than two doors, one in front of her and one to the right of her.

This wasn't her room.

And if this wasn't her room, then this wasn't her house. 

She started to panic. She recalled nothing but her leaving the cafe to go home. That was all she remembered. Everything else was fuzzy and blurry.

'Where am I? Who's room am I in?'

She looked around for at least a clock to show her what time it was; judging from the lack of light that shone through the singular window, it had to be nearing evening.

Which mean she was late for her job.

There was never a day in her life where she was late; and today was the first.

But why should she worry about her job right now? She was kidnapped, and she didn't know where she was.

She heard a creak to the door that was on the right of her. The door was unlocked and then the knob turned. 

In came were five men.

Five men that (Y/N) recognized all too well.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"W-What're you guys doing here?" 

"Um, we live here." 

"What?!"

Kozume rolled his eyes, sighing as he sat down beside (Y/N); his fingers traced the thin fabric that covered her thigh, his eyes slightly widening at how soft her skin was.

Kuroo and Bokuto both sat on the left side of the bed, admiring the view of her breasts at the angle; Tsukishima and Akaashi only stood at the foot of the bed, also enjoying a view of her private area.

"W-What am I d-doing here?" she asks them, scared of what they might do to her.

"You just woke up, you shouldn't be asking unnecessary questions." Akaashi answered her, hinting annoyance at the tone.

"I-It wasn't unnecessary- ahn!" Kozume had squeezed her thigh unexpectedly, earning a rather lewd sound from her.

Their eyes darkened again; they absolutely were addicted to each and every whimper that escaped her two plump lips, and they wanted more.

But they needed to talk to her first.

"(Y/N)," Tsukishima calls her name, "Do you at least remember who we are?"

"H-How could I not?!" she asks rudely, "Y-You five always offered me money every time I served you all, and you guys got mad when I declined-"

"I prefer you saying that we got unsatisfied with your denials, not mad." Kuroo interrupts her.

"W-What difference does that make?!"

"A huge one, duh," Bokuto rolled his eyes, "If you just accepted in the first place, we wouldn't have needed to drug you and kidnap you."

'So they admit to me that they're the ones who kidnapped me!'

"It wasn't a hassle doing so anyway," Kozume mumbled, "She's very light, and she was a good girl; she didn't wake up, she let us take a few kisses here and there, and she let us change her clothes."

"I-I didn't allow you to do the last two!" 

After hearing what Kozume had said, she felt violated. Kisses? Changing clothes? What else did they do to her?

"What were we supposed to do, wake you up and ask for your approval?" Bokuto asks her.

"Y-You shouldn't have drugged me and kidnapped me in the first place!"

"Then you should've accepted our deal sooner," Akaashi said sternly, "You deem to be intelligent, but you failed to realize that you were playing a dangerous game with five of the wealthiest and most powerful men in this very city."

'S-So the rumors were true?! I was serving the five wealthiest men of the city?'

"I-If it was a game, then it was rigged from the start," (Y/N) said, unknowingly making the five men annoyed at her tone, "I-I was a normal waitress, nothing in my power could have made you guys back off and-"

"You are awfully cocky considering the position you're in, (Y/N)," Tsukishima darkly says, staring at her with his golden orbs, "Think about it."

"Your hand is cuffed to the bed, and the only key is with Kenma." 

"We are five powerful men who are capable of doing whatever we want with you," Kuroo licks his lips, "Not to mention, you're being pretty submissive right now with what you're wearing."

"I-I didn't choose to wear this!" (Y/N)'s eyes started to welt, but she didn't care; she let her tears flow freely down her cheek, "I-I just... I just want to go home..."

She brought her knees up to her chest; the cuff was long enough for (Y/N) to at least set it on her knee. 

She dipped her head to her little hole that she made; she didn't want to see any of them. She wanted to go home.

"Your home is here now, (Y/N)," Kozume said to her, "You don't have to live in that apartment anymore; you live here with us, in our mansion."

"But I was f-fine in my apartment," she brought her head back up to look at Kozume, "I was fine with my life. I didn't need anything to change- nothing at all!"

She seemed really defensive about her life back in the city; they wondered why she was so reclusive. She was a gorgeous girl who could get any man she wanted, and she chose to still be alone. 

"You just need to calm down," Akaashi says to her, bringing her chin up with his slender finger, "You'll soon get used to us; and you'll want to stay here."

"H-How can you say that for sure," she mumbled, but they all could understand her quickly, "I'm... I'm just (Y/N)... I don't have anything special about me... I didn't grow up in any fancy home or under celebrity parents..."

"S-So why does it have to be me..."

The five men could only look at each other; their facial expressions were incomprehensible, but they shared the same look and thought.

"Come here, (Y/N)," Kuroo managed to make her look back up to him; he tugged at the cuff, nodding at it, "We're going to take you to another room."

"I-I don't wanna go," she was scared of what might be in the room or what they will do to her, "L-Leave me here-"

"Now's not the time to be fussing around a lot," Tsukishima said, "We're moving you whether you like it or not."

His tone sounded dangerous to her; it was what Kuroo said just minutes earlier that made all of this true. 

The men could do whatever they wanted to her, and she would have no say or strength in it. 

"If you comply to our requests, (Y/N)," Akaashi says, "Then you won't get hurt. It's as simple as that."

"Yeah, and we'll even reward you with things you want!" Bokuto adds, in a cheery mood as if everything was okay right now.

"Do you understand?" Kozume asks her, cupping his hand on her cheek to make her look at him, "As long as you don't do anything stupid, then we won't have to hurt you."

"As long as you don't do anything stupid, then we won't have to hurt you."

'Which basically means... they will hurt me if I do something out of line... they will hurt me regardless...'

She didn't like this. She didn't like it at all. 

She was in a win/lose situation; if she tried to escape or disobey their orders, she would possibly end up dead. If she did something good and something that appeals to them, they would be happy and reward her.

Either way, the men had the upper hand. They had everything (Y/N) didn't.

(Y/N) bit her lip, nodding her head at the five men. 

'T-There's no other card I can play... it's either disobey them and die... or submit to them and stay alive...'

With that reply that they wanted to hear, Kuroo smiles at her, patting her head. 

"That's a good girl," Kuroo turns to Kozume and nods, "Alright Kenma you can unlock them now."

Kozume pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, getting off of the bed and going to (Y/N)'s right hand. He picked out a silver key that looked identical to much others and put it in the hole, shuffling it a bit and then unlocking it.

(Y/N) was scared of what would happen if she just tried to fight out of it, so she stayed still.

Kozume then attached the open cuff to (Y/N)'s left hand, locking it as it enclosed around her wrist.

Now (Y/N)'s hands were cuffed together.

"There we go," Bokuto smiled at her, "See, if you listen to us, and stay good, then you won't have to get hurt."

(Y/N) had no response to that; she didn't want to be in this submissive position right now. 

She wanted to go home; but apparently, this expensive and huge home is her's now.

Tsukishima walked over to the other side of the bed, sliding his arms under her thighs and back. He was carrying her bridal style.

As soon as her body left the bed and into his arms, (Y/N)'s quick instinct was to wrap her arms around his neck to prevent her from falling- though, Tsukishima wasn't going to drop her.

"The drugs we gave you might have worn off now, but your legs may still be... weak," Tsukishima says to her, "I'll carry you to the room for now."

"O-Okay..."

Complying with his action, the five of the men and (Y/N) walk out of the room; they walked down the long halls which gave (Y/N) a chance to take a look at her surroundings.

There was a long red velvet carpet in the middle of the hall, it basically stretched for as long as the hallway.

There were doors that seemed to be locked, but they were all over the hallway; (Y/N) wasn't familiar with any of them except the one she just left out of. 

The lights in the hallway also were crystal and gold-like, they definitely showed to (Y/N) that this was no ordinary rich house; it was a mansion.

"U-Um..." her squeak made the five of them turn their attention to her, "I-Is this your guys' house...?"

Kozume nods to her question. "It's our mansion that we all live in; it's now your mansion as well."

'N-Never in a day did I think that I was going to live in a mansion...'

"When you get used to us, we'll show you around." Tsukishima says with her in his arms.

"There's lots and lots of rooms for different things, (Y/N)," Bokuto's eyes gleamed with happiness when (Y/N) was talking, "Though, the room we're going to now will be your favorite I think."

"H-How so...?"

"You'll see!"

With that, they all stopped in front of two double black doors. The handles were a bit weird to (Y/N), but that was quick to be informed about.

"Because... uh- you're new here," Kuroo says, "We had to remove the locks for precautionary reasons."

'You mean so I don't lock myself in and do something stupid...'

"I'm sure she knows what you mean by that Tetsurou," Akaashi sighs, "But we do respect your privacy, so if you're in there doing something private like changing clothes or something, then we won't go in."

'A-At least they're... considering these things.'

Bokuto opens the double doors, walking in with the others following after him. 

When (Y/N) was carried in, her eyes widened at the sight.

It was a bedroom, an extravagant one.

Tsukishima slowly sets (Y/N) down, holding onto her as her legs got used to standing; but her attention wasn't on her weak legs, it was on the bedroom.

They watched as her (E/C) eyes scanned the room; they were smirking to themselves when they knew they had captivated her interests.

The bedroom was fairly large. In the middle of the room, opposite to the double doors, was a king-sized bed with a canopy. The drapes of the canopy were dark red, and it also matched the bed's blankets cover. There was a headboard had a curved design. There were several fluffy pillows on it as well.

At the foot of the bed, there was a small couch-like furniture piece; it looked very comfortable.

To the left side of the room, there was a desk; a simple glass one that was clear of mess. To match the desk, there was a black chair covered with a velvety material.

There were two more double doors; which were the closet that was yet to be filled.

On the right side of the room, there was the dresser with a large mirror on the wall. The dresser had a few makeup pieces.

To top it all off, there were some bookshelves placed in the room; some had books and some were empty. 

"W-What is this room...?" (Y/N) asks carefully, her jaw practically dropping as she continued to look at the room.

"You like it?" Kuroo smirks, placing his hand on her waist, "It's yours; we designed it over the week."

"T-This entire room is for me?" she was baffled.

Akaashi nods. "Everything in it now belongs to you. We just need to get a few more things though, but we'll worry about that later."

'Few more things?'

"Look, (Y/N)!" Bokuto grabs her arm and drags her to the other set of double doors in the room, "This is your closet now; Keiji designed a bunch of clothes for you and got them sent here last night!"

The closet was opened, and it showed a large set of high-class clothes; some were more showy than others, but it definitely touched her style.

"H-He designed these?" she ran her finger through the various silky material, "J-Just for me...?"

"Of course (Y/N)," Bokuto laughs, "It's only temporary for now that you have these; 'cause soon we'll get you more."

She was flattered, confused, scared, and somewhat... happy?

Her expression showed the opposite actually.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Bokuto asks her when he noticed her frown, "Are you not happy with all of this?"

"N-No it's not that but..."

She turns around to meet their eyes, but her sight moves to the floor quickly. She played with her fingers as her wrists were still cuffed. She felt shy in front of all of them; a contrast to when she was their waiter.

"U-Um..." she says softly; it made their hearts beat ten times faster with just that small sound, "S-So... um... s-so... as long as I act "good"... I won't get hurt...?"

Kuroo smiles at her, nodding. "You understand quickly."

The other four walk towards her, smiling fondly at her; they admired her shyness, a side they never really got to see when she was their waitress.

After the whole room tour, (Y/N) sat down on her new bed, letting her hand smooth out the soft and velvet cover. She felt a bit relaxed with them giving her her own space despite kidnapping her and restraining her with cuffs. 

"Why don't you take a bath (Y/N)," Kozume suggests, "Your bathroom is over beside that bookshelf."

She didn't even notice that there was another door in the room.

"Kei and I'll be buying dinner," Kuroo informs her, "You can take a bath while we're all preparing for that."

"W-What about Kozume, Akaashi, and Bokuto?" 

"They'll be here of course, but they'll be downstairs or in their rooms," Kuroo's tone had hinted that they'll still be in the house, so her chances of escaping were still slim, "It's just our turn to buy the food."

Tsukishima grunted. "I did it last time, and I'm still doing it."

"Shut up, all you do is complain."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, walking out of the room. "If you don't hurry up, I will leave you here and buy you nothing."

Kuroo mimicked his words and turned to (Y/N) for a quick second. "See ya babe; we'll be back soon."

Kuroo joins Tsukishima, still muttering a few words to him about their argument, which left three men and (Y/N).

"Now that they're gone," Akaashi looks at Bokuto, "You still need to clean that room."

"Ugh, I don't wanna."

"Go do it."

Bokuto sulked, also walking out of the room after waving to (Y/N), saying he'll be back later as well.

That left Kozume and Akaashi with her.

"Go take a bath, (Y/N), your muscles will relax themselves in the water," Kozume tells her, "There's many different soaps and things you can use in there; take as long as you need."

"Kenma and I will pick out some clothes for you while you're in there; we'll leave them out on your bed. When you're done, you can come down- or wait, you might get lost..." Akaashi muttered a few words with Kozume, which resulted in him nodding, "When you're done, just stay in here and try to find something to do; we'll get you when the food's ready."

"Do you understand?" Kozume asks her; (Y/N) nodded slowly, clutching the see-through dress she was already wearing, "Good."

Kozume leans in and gives (Y/N) a kiss on her lips, brushing his on her's; it was so sudden, she almost squeaked loudly.

Unbeknownst to her, Akaashi did the same thing, surprising her. 

The two walked over to the double doors, giving her one more look. 

"Don't do anything stupid, (Y/N)."

「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」