It had been a few days since you had been stuck in this weird house. The only things that have happened were women dressed in maid outfits bringing in food or telling me to have a shower. The only one of the brothers that came in were the Berwald look alike and the Lukas look alike. They usually came in to ogle at me for a while before leaving me alone once again. You also had Shester to talk to, but for majority of the time she was sleeping. Although Loki would sometimes leave books with you so you had something to do. So technically the only bad thing they've done to you was buy you from an illegal human market. This was probably better than what would have happened if some other disgusting pigs had bought you.

At the moment you were reading a magic book that Loki had given you. As you read the incantation out loud you held out your hand. Your eyes widen in shock as your palm lights on fire. You drop the book in your hand and you close your palm, stopping the fire. During this ordeal you tried not to make noise. Earlier you had accidentally dropped a book on the ground, and the Mathias look alike – who you figured out was called Markell – stormed in, telling you to shut it. So now you didn't want to make that mistake again.

You gulp before opening your hand once again; luckily there were no flames that erupted from it. You sigh in relief and close the spell book. You sit it on the side table and lay down on the bed. Just as you felt yourself drifting to sleep you hear to door unlocking. Your eyes open and you look towards the door to see Loki enter, a stack of books in his hands. He closes the door behind him and looks back at you, a happy smile on your face.

"Hi (y/n)," he greets, "I've brought you some new r-" he cuts himself off, "oh, so you know how to use magic!"

He quickly sets the book down and makes his way over to you. You flinch slightly when he takes your hands in his, facing your palms upwards. You had no idea how he knew you used it, must be a weird wizard thing.

"Did Lukas teach you magic?" he asks.

"You know my big brother?" you ask, your eyes widening.

"Oh dear." Loki mumbles, placing a hand over his mouth.

"Why do you know my brother? How?" you begin to fire questions, "Is that why you bought me at that auction?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to go." He drops your hand and turns around.

"Wait, please," you begin to sob, your inner child coming out, "I just want my brothers!"

Loki gives you one last sympathetic look before he leaves. You hear the familiar click of the lock and begin sobbing. You feel Shester sit on your shoulder and rest a hand on your cheek. You cover your face with your hands and continue crying.

How did Loki know of your big brother? Did they have some previous beef? Is that why they took you? All of these questions whirl through your head as you lay down on the bed. You feel your vision begin blurring and soon enough you're gone.

~~~

"Oh (y/n), dinner!' a voice jolts you from your uneasy slumber.

You jump up into a sitting position to see Bernard – the Berwald look alike – standing at the end of your bed, a plate in his hands. He tilts his head slightly and raises a brow, probably noticing the dry tears that were stuck to your face.

"Have you been crying?" he asks.

You just nod in reply. Bernard walks around the side of the bed; you shuffle to stay away from him. Bernard looks confused as he sits the plate down on the side table.

"Aww, and I thought we were beginning to get along." Bernard sighs.

You glare at the man when he says that.

"Why would I ever want to get along with any of you?" you snap.

"Well, I've come to keep you company and brought you food." He shrugs.

"You've kept me locked in a room for almost a week." You frown. Bernard freezes at that statement.

"Well, I guess I can't change your mind." And with that Bernard leaves.

You gulp and glance over at the sandwich that sat on the plate. You crawl over to the plate and pick up one of the halves. You take a bite and kind of sigh in relief when you realise it was just a salad sandwich. It only takes you a few minutes to finish off the sandwich. But you leave some for Shester to eat once she woke up. You decide to read to pass the time. It wasn't like there was a way for you to escape anyway. If you tried you were pretty sure Thurston or Markell would shoot you, so that was a big no. You had no idea how long you were going to be stuck here, but you know that your brothers were looking for you.

~~~

"Okay, so turns out that this vehicle belonged to a known human trafficker by the name of Joe Normans," Alfred tells the five brothers, "we know where he usually stays."

"Well, let's go." Mathias says as he stands up.

The others agree and they all make their ways to the car.

The ride to the house was quiet and kind of squishy. Once they get out of the car they march towards the front door, Alfred in the lead. Alfred knocks on the door and waits for Joe to answer. After an irritatingly long amount of time, the door opens to reveal a woman Said woman was only wearing underwear and bra.

"We're here to see Joe." Alfred states.

He girl raises a brow, before shrugging and stepping aside. The six of them walk in and enter the lounge, where Joe sat on the couch.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"We're looking for this girl." Alfred states and shows Joe an image of (y/n).

"Why would I tell you anything?" he asks.

Alfred grins before pulling out a badge, "Because I said so."

Joe's face seems to pale before he scrambles to his feet. He walks over to a shelf and rustles around before pulling out a piece of paper.

"Here." He says as he hands the paper over.

Alfred takes the paper and scans over it.

"So the buyer of (y/n) is... Markell Køhler."

He turns around to see that all five of them had lost the colour in their faces.