You pulled into the driveway of your house, exhausted from the day's work. You noticed two black SUV's parked on the opposite side of the street and you wondered briefly if your neighbors were having a party. You exited your car and grabbed your shoulder bag, reaching up to unbutton your white office shirt.

You pulled your keys out of your bag and walked up to the front door. You paused when you saw that the door was already ajar. You hesitated and stared at the door in confusion. You gently pushed the door further open and swallowed.

There was no sign that the lock had been tampered with. No sign of a break-in, or someone attempting to break the lock. That meant that it had been opened from the inside. Perhaps your father had forgotten to shut the door? But he almost never came to the front door, he always used the entrance to the garage. So why would the front door be open like this?

You pushed the door and entered cautiously, calling out for your father. When there was no answer, you knew something was wrong. He always responded to you when he called, even if he was stoned out of his mind. You set your bag down in the doorway and closed the door behind you. You knew that if there was someone in the house, they had already heard you come in, so you would have to think quickly.

You grabbed the umbrella that was still resting near the door from when it had rained the day before. You lifted it above your head. You would have to swing fast with no hesitation if someone was here. Swing first and ask questions later.

You crept into the house and brandished the umbrella over your shoulder like a bat as you peered around the corner into the kitchen. There was no one in the kitchen, so you continued further into the house. You paused as you were about the round the corner into the living room. You heard a creak in the floor about three feet from you, indicating that there was someone there. You took in a deep breath and counted to three. The silence was deafening as you counted: One... Two... Three!

You burst out from behind the corner and swung the umbrella fast. You expected to thwack someone on the head, but instead, the umbrella was caught mid swing, throwing you off-balance. You nearly fell forward, but caught yourself quickly, finding your footing and straightening out.

You looked up in horror to see the figure of a man in a smart suit holding your umbrella where you had swung it. His eyes glinted and he smirked as you glanced down to see the shiny metal object in his other hand. You instantly released the umbrella and raised your hands in surrender at the sleek black gun pointed at your torso.

The man tossed the umbrella aside and lifted the gun so it was now pointed at your temple. His lips curled back to reveal a sinister smile that sent chills down your back.

"Welcome home." His voice was deep and husky, like he had been smoking. You pulled your eyes from the threatening object in his hand and looked up into his dark, brooding eyes.

Your gaze panned further inside the living room where you saw three other strange men standing straight and staring at you. On his knees in the middle of the three men, your father gaped fearfully at you. He had a white gag around his mouth and his hands were duck taped behind his back. Your breath quickened as you tried to make sense of the situation.

"Who are you?" You let out, turning back to the first man. The man offered no response, instead sneering nastily.

He nodded to the living room and gestured with his gun that he wanted you to step further inside the room. You obeyed his silent command and cautiously stepped into the living room. One of the other three men grabbed your shoulder as you approached and forced you on your knees next to your father. You gave your father a panicked look and he returned it, his gaze full of terror, shame, and guilt.

You heard a soft, high-pitched squealing sound from the corner of the room that you recognized as someone sharpening a knife. The man with the gun lowered the weapon and clasped his hands together as your attention was drawn to the sound. A fifth man stepped out of the shadows twirling a wicked pocket knife between his fingers. Your blood ran cold when he lifted his chin and you recognized his face.

He was Min Yoongi, aka Agust D or Suga, the leader of the most powerful gang in the country. The Bulletproof Gang had been on the front page of the news on more than a few occasions, so you recognized him instantly. He was known as the ruthless, maniacal leader with pockets so deep, he had been acquitted on numerous occasions. He was a man of nightmares, one of the most dangerous men in the country, if not on the planet. And here he was, giving you an amused smile as he continued to twirl the knife in his fingers.

"I see you recognize me." Suga said, smiling at your terrified expression. "Good, that should make this much easier."

The other four men in the room stepped back in a square around you and your father. You noticed immediately that each one of them had a gun. Suga, the man who now was pacing nonchalantly in front of you, was the only one without a gun. He only had the knife, which he twirled with such dexterity that you knew he would be just as adept with that knife as he would with a gun.

"What's going on?" You whispered, wringing your hands in your lap. You could hear your father's rugged breath next to you, so you put on as brave a face as you could muster and looked up into the cold, black eyes of Agust D.

"Well, it seems that I am in a bit of a pickle." Suga said lightly, stopping his pacing to face you. He smiled, and if you didn't know better, that smile could be taken as pleasant. "Your father owes us quite a bit of money, and we have come to find out that he doesn't have the money to pay us back." Suga explained.

You gave your father a fleeting, stunned look. You had no idea that your father was borrowing money from anyone, let alone the Bulletproof Gang themselves. Suga let out a large laugh at your surprised expression and you turned back to him, fear rolling over you in waves. Your hands were shaking and you knew in that moment that you would be bargaining for your life.

"It figures that he wouldn't tell you. Although, I have to ask, where do you think he got his drugs from?" Suga gave you a look that made you feel like an insect under his shoe.

In that moment, you felt as stupid as you probably looked. It did seem surprising how often your father was high on some form of drug, whether it was regular weed, or the hard stuff like cocaine and LSD. You never questioned where he got it, because you figured he only got it from his other stoner buddies. You never thought he would resort to making deals with gangs to get his high.

"Okay..." You whispered, lifting your head to look Suga in the eye. "What do you want from us?" You knew what gangs were supposed to do if someone didn't make their payment. If Suga had wanted swift justice, you would have arrived home to a dead body. But your father was still alive, and so were you, so there must have been something that they wanted that you could offer.

"Well, I would like my money, but that's obviously not going to happen." Suga said with an evil smile. "I was just going to kill this slimy old fool, but he mentioned his daughter and I was intrigued."

You gulped as he stepped forward and bent over to give you a better look. He smirked as his eyes scanned your body up and down. You swallowed, feeling naked under his gaze. You weren't entirely sure was he was looking for, but it seemed that he was satisfied with whatever he saw.

"You are just as beautiful as he described." Suga's eyes glinted and he grinned as he straightened back up. Your cheeks paled, as you understood was he was implying. You suddenly knew what he wanted from you. You couldn't look at your father. You couldn't believe what was happening.

"I think you would make a lovely pet." Suga continued, tilting his head as he examined you like he was selecting a new pair of shoes. You shivered at the look and the implication of his statement. You felt tears brim your eyes and rage swell in your stomach. You couldn't believe your father had sold you out. You couldn't believe that after all this time living with him, he would sell you out to save his own skin.

"I'm not a pet." You ground out, staring angrily at the floor. Suga chuckled and the sound sent sparks of fear up your spine.

"Of course you're not, not yet anyway. You have to agree to be my pet first." Suga said, as if it was simplest fact in the world. You lifted your head and shot daggers at him with your gaze.

"And what if I refuse?" You snarled, clenching your fists. You heard a gun cock to your side, and you knew that one of Suga's men had noticed your hostile tone and was ready to put you down if you took a single step out of line.

"If you refuse, then I'll just kill both of you and be on my way. This arrangement gives both of you a chance to live. Of course, your father will still have to pay his debt. He'll have three months to collect our money. If he doesn't, then we'll kill both of you to compensate."

Suga smiled enthusiastically, like he had given you the best gift in the world. You could only stare as the gravity of the situation truly sunk in. You were going to be his slave, or you would be killed. And even if you agreed, you would only three months to live anyway.

"Of course, if the three months are up and you have proved your usefulness to us, then we won't kill you. We'll only kill your father." Suga added, probably noticing the despair in your expression. "So, the choice is yours. Die now, or prove your usefulness to us and live." Suga finished, clasping his hands together and watching you expectantly.

You were frozen, your mouth parted. Your brain was working a mile a minute, but it still felt like your mind was blank. You knew that if you refused them, they would keep their word and kill you both on the spot. But if you agreed to this, if you allowed them to take you and use you as a 'pet', as he so delicately put it, then there was no telling what you could lose. Maybe losing just your life was better than enduring whatever they had planned for you. Suga rolled his eyes at your expression and how you were basically frozen in time.

"Your silence speaks louder than words. Kill them." Suga ordered. You heard the cock of the gun and the man to your side raised the weapon before you snapped out of your stupor.

"Wait! Wait..." You cried out, raising your hands in a panic. Suga raised an eyebrow as your father whimpered in fear. You tried to ignore the barrel of the gun that you could see out of the corner of your eye and the way your father shook uncontrollably.

"I will go with you. Please... spare his life." You conceded, ducking your head down to stare at the floor. If there was one thing you knew, you didn't want your father to die. He was all you had after your mother died. Even with all his flaws and addictive tendencies, he was still your blood and your family. You still loved him, no matter what he did.

"Very well. Pack a bag of clothes and necessities. Nothing too extravagant, you'll find that we have everything you might need." Suga ordered, gesturing to his men to follow him out. Two of them followed him, while the other two walked to the door and stopped, turning to face you and your father with scrutinizing eyes.

As soon as Suga was out of the room, you turned to your father and pulled at the tape on his hands. As soon as his hands were free, you both stood up and he removed his gag. He pulled you into a hug and you could hear him crying softly into your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for this to happen." He choked out between sobs.

"It's going to be okay, dad. I'll be fine." You probably felt just as panicked as he did, but you had to be strong. Not just for you, but for him as well, you knew how emotional he could get.

"I didn't tell them about you. He saw your picture above the fireplace and asked about you. I never told him about you, I would never sell you out. You shouldn't have to do this." Your father pulled back to face you with both hands on your shoulders. His eyes brimmed with tears.

"I'm serious, dad, I'll be fine. You have to focus on getting however much money you owe them." You knew that if your father didn't come up with the money, this would all be for nothing and you would both be dead.

"I can't, Y/N. There's no way I can come up with that kind of money. You have to prove you're useful to them." You knew your father was right; he wouldn't be able to make it in three months. You gritted your teeth and stared at the floor, racking your brain for a way out of this.

"What can I do? Why would they ever have a use for me?" You whispered, letting vulnerability into your voice.

"You're good with computers, you can find a way. I'm going to spend these next three months finding a way to free you." Your father said determinedly. You shook your head and took his hands off your shoulder, holding them tight.

"You can't do that, dad. If you do that and you get caught, he'll kill both of us." You warned, giving your father a warning look. He couldn't provoke them any more than he had. If he did, it would mean the death of both of you.

"I'm not going to let them take you from me. I'm going to find a way to bring them down." He squeezed your hands and you felt a single tear fall down your cheek.

"Dad, please..." You whispered, pleading.

"Enough." You both jumped at the sound of one of the men at the door. His eyes were dark and he looked more than a little annoyed. "Pack your things, we need to leave." He commanded harshly, staring you both down coldly.

You released your father's hands and retreated to your bedroom, casting the man a nasty look over your shoulder. You went to your closet and pulled out your small suitcase. You flipped it open and started packing your clothes. You weren't entirely sure what kind of clothes you would need, so you packed a bit of everything. You looked around your room, grabbing things that you might need and putting them in your suitcase. Pictures of your family and friends, bathroom necessities, and your jewelry box.

You were about to close it up when you paused, looking around again. You knew that they were probably going to search the bag to make sure that there was nothing that could be used as a communication device or a weapon, but you couldn't be utterly defenseless when you went into the lion's den. You had been through too much to allow yourself to be vulnerable. So, you grabbed your one good pair of stilettos and ran your fingers over the heels. If it came down to it, you could definitely do some damage with the points if you jabbed it into someone's neck.

You stuffed those into the suitcase as well, hoping that they wouldn't throw them out. As you zipped the suitcase up, the first man walked into your room behind you, making you jump at his silent entrance. He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the suitcase from you, gesturing with his head to walk in front of him. You obeyed, wringing your hands in your lap.

Your father was still standing helplessly in the living room, rubbing his palms on his pants. He watched you walk by him with a sad look on his face. You gave him a forced smile and tried to put on a brave face, even though panic and terror were all you could feel at that moment. You reached the doorway and saw the second man holding your shoulder bag. He held the bag out in front of him.

"What's in this?" He demanded. You swallowed and forced the lump down your throat.

"My laptop, my work papers, and my phone." You replied, your voice coming out a lot braver than you felt. The man pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Bring it." The man behind you ordered, his hand pressing on the small of your back. The contact sent shivers down your spine. "He may find a use for it." The pressure of his hand deepened as he pushed you forward and out of the threshold.

You turned back to see your father standing in the doorway as you were forced to walk across the street to the two SUVs you had seen before. You felt a tear slip down your face as the front door to your house closed and you realized that this might be the last time you would ever see it again. This may be the last time you'd ever see this neighborhood. Your entire life was about to wiped clean and none of it was going to matter anymore.

As you approached the two black SUVs, you saw Suga and two of his men leaning against one of the vehicles. Suga was on the phone, speaking to someone. The other two men watched as you approached, scrutinizing looks on their faces. You gulped as the man behind you clasped a large hand on your shoulder and led you to the second vehicle. From far away, the way he held your shoulder seemed almost intimate. But the way he held your shoulder a little too tight for comfort told a different story. And you were very aware of the gun that was tucked in his waistband, hidden by his jacket.

The man opened the back seat to the car and pushed your inside. He slammed the door behind you and you jumped at the loud sound. You took a deep breath as the man took both of your bags, your suitcase and your shoulder bag, to the first car in front. The other man who had been with you was leaned up against the door closest to you, obviously there to keep an eye on you.

You watched the interaction at the other car as Suga hung up his phone and tucked it in his back pocket. Out of all the other men, he was the only one in jeans. The others were wearing suits, like they were professional body guards or something. You watched as words were exchanged between Suga and the man with your bags. Suga glanced down at the suitcase and then over at your vehicle. You knew he couldn't actually see you, since the windows of both vehicles were tinted, but it still felt like he was staring directly at you.

Suga turned back to the man and nodded. The man propped your suitcase on top of the trunk and flipped it open. As predicted, they started searching the suitcase. You prayed they wouldn't remove your stilettos. They ended up taking out your jewelry box that you had only packed because there were sharp points on some of the pendants and the earrings. The man tossed the box on the side of the road and it burst open, your jewels spilling out of it. You swallowed, but didn't say anything as you watched the man close your suitcase and toss it into the trunk.

You fidgeted in your seat as the man returned to the car and opened the driver seat of the car. He slid in as the other man watching your car slid into the passenger's seat at the same time. You pressed yourself back against the seat as they turned the car on.

Finally, you were en route. You looked outside to watch your house fade away behind you. You said a silent goodbye and forced down the lump in your throat. Now was no time for tears.

"So, it occurred to me that we don't know your name yet." The man driving said, breaking the silence. You turned your head to see his eyes peering at you through the rearview mirror. You pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes.

"That's because you never asked for it." You replied coolly. The man raised an eyebrow and you could see a smirk on the side of his face.

"You know that we could easily kill you for disrespect?" The second man said, turning his head slightly so you could see his profile. You saw that his black handgun rested on his lap and you swallowed the bile rising in your throat.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would've done so already. Also, I'm pretty sure the lackeys aren't allowed to condemn their master's pets to death." You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, calling them to deny it. The driver let out a hearty laugh and you were caught off-guard.

"This one has fire!" He exclaimed, strangely pleased. "Well, I suppose I should expect nothing less. I mean, you did try to hit me with an umbrella."

You blushed, the memory seeming so silly now that you thought about it. How did you think using an umbrella would have done anything against an intruder? You supposed years of instinct and reflexes built in from your past.

"So, what is your name, little firecracker?" The driver asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. You took a breath. There was really no point in keeping it from them. They would find out eventually, or just give you a new name like 'pet' or 'firecracker'.

"Y/N." You said tersely, crossing your arms. The driver smirked and tilted his head. You hated that he was a little bit attractive. It made it harder to look at him like the villain.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He said in mock politeness.

"I could think of nicer ways." You muttered before you could stop it. The driver burst out laughing again and his partner gave him a disapproving look.

"You really are a firecracker, aren't you?" The driver said, still chuckling. "I'm V and this is Jungkook." He gestured to his chest and then to his partner, who was fingering the handle of his gun.

Your mouth parted as you recognized the names. V and Jungkook were the two who were on headlines of the paper just as much as Suga himself. They were his muscle, the two that acted as his two personal mercenaries. You had seen pictures of their victims and it was difficult to get the image of those disfigured faces out of your head. If you were lucky to be left alive by these two, your face would look like it had been completely rearranged.

These were the two that you answered to if you ever crossed Suga and his empire. Just hearing their names made you sorry you had ever tried to be brave and snarky in front of them. They could easily snap you like a toothpick if they so chose. You felt your breathing pick up as images of the pain they could put you through crossed your mind.

"I take it from your startled face that you know who we are." V said, raising an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror.

"I-I know who you are." You whispered fearfully, tucking your knees up against your chest. "You're his muscle. You hurt people who cross him. You would have beaten my dad until he went blind and then you would have killed him."

"You seem to know a lot about us." The driver, V, asked suspiciously. "You recognized Suga instantly. Why is that?" He asked. You swallowed.

"I work for a newspaper." You said vaguely. You didn't want to tell them exactly what you did for the newspaper, because you were sure they would smash your laptop to bits if they knew. If they knew just how good you were with computers, you were sure they would lock you in a cell before they let you get your hands on any kind of technology.

"You have to quit." This from Jungkook, who had been silent and stoic up until this point. Out of the two of them, he was the scariest. V at least seemed to have some kind of personality, but Jungkook was a robot. He took orders and asked no questions. He was the more brutal out of the two of them and left very few of his victims alive. At least that's what you knew from his reports.

"You have to quit your job." Jungkook clarified. You swallowed and the car was silent for a few beats.

It was true, you knew you would have to quit your job. There was no way around it, you would have to quit and pretend you had moved away. There was no way they would allow any kind of ties to your old life, and they would want to make sure it was done in as quiet a way as possible so no one would go looking for you. Besides, you would be dead in a few months if you weren't useful, and they wouldn't want your death to tie back to their gang.

"Hey, firecracker, I hate to do this to you, but you have to put on this blindfold." V said, breaking the silence again. He handed you a black piece of fabric and you took it, forcing your hands to stop shaking.

"What if I don't wear it?" You braved the question, already knowing the answer.

"Then we'll pull over and force you to wear it." Jungkook snapped coolly. "And we might add a gag and bind for your hands for good measure."

V gave you an apologetic look, but didn't disagree. You swallowed and sighed, pulling the fabric over your eyes. You tied it behind your head, so you could no longer see anything.

"Can you see anything?" V asked redundantly. You shook your head and there was a pause. You though your heard a shuffle and perhaps the sound of a click, but you couldn't match any sounds to movement.

"Okay, yeah, she can't see anything." Jungkook said after a pause. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion at his statement. Then you realized what might have just happened.

"Did you stick your gun in my face?" You asked to no one in particular. You heard a small chuckle and you were surprised to hear that it had come from Jungkook and not V. You weren't sure why your question was so funny, but it made your cheeks tinge pink anyway.

"I was gaging your reaction. If you could see, you probably would have gasped or cried out or something." He explained. You felt your face pale at his statement. He must have done something more than simply point a gun at your face to gage that kind of reaction.

The car fell quiet and you swallowed nervously, now even more scared than you had been before. Maybe it was the fact that you had the blindfold on, or maybe it was because you knew how close you were to the prison to hold you until your execution in a few months. There was no telling what would await you when you finally arrived in the lion's den.