Eventually, you felt the car slow to a stop and you were ordered to get out of the car, but to leave the blindfold on. You obeyed, not really seeing any other option, and shut the car door behind you. You felt a hand on your back and you jumped at the abrupt touch. The person said nothing and simply pushed your forward, and you concluded that it was Jungkook behind you and not V. At least V may have said something to you. Jungkook was being stoic, like the brawn that he was.

You were guided up some stairs and inside a building. As soon as you heard the door close behind you, your blindfold was removed and you were greeted with the sight of what seemed like a mansion. You stared around the house in awe, at the marble floor, at the large pillars, at the beautiful glass decorations. This was not at all what you had been expecting.

Then you noticed that it wasn't as large as you first though. The hall you were standing in was tall, but it was narrow. There was a staircase that led to an upper floor, and a few rooms to your left, but it wasn't as large as a mansion. It was simply a very nice house.

"Welcome to our palace, little firecracker." V said dramatically, stepping next to you. You bit back a snarky response when you saw Suga and the other two men standing in the foyer. Suga's eyes passed over you and you felt your throat constrict. Your bags were in a pile next to him and you noticed your phone twirling in his fingers. He lifted it up as Jungkook pushed you further inside the house.

"This is password protected." He stated, flipping it over in his fingers. You swallowed, but didn't say anything in reply. "Unlock it." He ordered, moving closer to you.

He held the phone out and you took it, feeling the familiar cool square in your palm. There was nothing on this phone that could help you now. The only thing it could do was hurt you. Aside from your laptop, your phone held most of your work-related affairs and you knew you could not let them know what you did for your job. You took a deep breath. You would need to be fast. Fast and nearly undetectable.

You looked down at the phone and typed in your password before immediately jumping to settings. You saw Suga's hand move to take the phone from you, but he was too late. You had already wiped your phone of apps and storage and it was already turning off to restart. He snatched the phone from your hands and you exhaled in relief as he stared at the loading screen of the phone. He looked at you and snarled. He grabbed the collar of your shirt and yanked you close, bringing his face close to yours menacingly.

"What did you do?" He growled, curling his fingers around your throat. You swallowed and felt his thumb over your windpipe. All he had to was squeeze and you would surely die.

"My phone has always been a little funky." You lied easily, surprised at how calm your voice came out. Suga knew it was a lie, but there was nothing he could do. The damage was already done.

"What are you hiding from me?" His voice came out an octave lower and you felt a wave of fear pass over you. You had to protect this secret. You couldn't let him know what you had wiped from the phone.

"Nothing you don't know already." You whispered. Even though you were terrified that he would snap your neck at any given moment, you spoke without any fear of them finding you out.

You knew that your laptop was not only password protected, but it was also set up so that if someone tried to hack into it or if the password was entered incorrectly at least twice, the entire hard drive would be wiped. You had programmed it to do so shortly after you started to do more elicit things for you company. Once they had discovered your talents with a computer, you knew you had to protect yourself. You never thought you would have to protect yourself from the Bulletproof Gang themselves, but you were relieved that you rigged the laptop just in case.

"You're more than just a journalist, aren't you?" This from V, who was leaning on the wall next to you.

"You're a journalist?" Suga asked, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. You lifted your chin and waited until he released your neck before you spoke.

"I said I worked for a newspaper. I didn't say I was a journalist." You said, giving V a pointed stare. "I'm a proofreader. The paper goes through me before it is put online. I check for last minute grammar and syntax errors. I'm no one special." It wasn't technically a lie. That was your official title on the job. But your superiors had you do other jobs on the side that would indeed make you much more than just a journalist.

"I don't believe that for a second." Suga snarled. He walked over to your bag and scooped it up, pulling out your laptop. He opened it and glared at the screen. You fought a smirk as he tried to bypass the password protected lock screen. He snapped his fingers and one of the other men stepped out and took the laptop from him. The man sat down on the floor and started to hack into the system. You watched the man work and nodded at his technique. He wasn't half bad with the laptop as he tried to decipher the password. You smiled as he started to go through the millions of potential passwords. Suga caught your smile and narrowed his eyes at you.

You watched patiently for ten minutes before finally, he entered the right password and the laptop opened up into the opening screen. He passed it back to Suga and Suga started to go through your files, but he was greeted with an empty laptop. Your program did its job as everything had been wiped from the computer's hard drive. Suga snarled in annoyance and shut the laptop. He glared at you and you forced the smile off your face. This was not the way to start you prison sentence.

"You seem to have a death wish, little firecracker." Suga said, using the same pet name as V had used before. You gulped and forced yourself to stand tall. You forced your knees not to shake as you stared defiantly into Suga's eyes.

"I didn't do anything. Your man is the one who screwed things up for you." You said, nodding to the man who had stood up from the floor. He lifted an eyebrow at you and you suddenly recognized him.

Park Jimin, right hand man to the devil himself. Jimin was known as the silent deadly shadow that followed Suga's every move. He was a whiz with computers and could easily find anyone within minutes. He was responsible for all the transactions and finances of the gang. He was also the baiter of the gang. Whenever they needed someone out in the open and alone, Jimin was sent in. His baby face and sweet looks attracted everyone, male and female alike. But the darkness in his cat-like eyes told you a different story from his otherwise innocent features.

"That code you set up to wipe your laptop is top level. Who did you pay to do that for you?" Jimin asked, crossing his arms. You bit back a snarky response at his nearly sexist comment and shrugged.

"Can't remember." You said easily. Suga snarled and pulled out his knife, flipping it open. You swallowed and watched as he twirled it in his fingers, glaring hard at you.

"You better rack your brain before I decide to cut it out." He threatened. You gulped and clenched your hands to keep them from shaking. You may have been acting defiant, but you couldn't pretend you weren't terrified out of your mind. This man was dead serious, he would cut you right here if he wanted to.

"I didn't pay anyone." You murmured, training your eyes on the knife. Park Jimin took a step forward, uncrossing his arms skeptically.

"So who did you get to implement that program for you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. You took a breath and lifted your chin.

"I didn't get anyone to do it for me. I did it." You clarified, watching Jimin's face morph into one of utter disbelief. Suga raised an eyebrow and you gulped, knowing that you needed to tread carefully now. If you told them anything else, then you would give yourself away. They would know exactly how much you knew about them and how you managed to come by all their information.

"You're telling me that you did this yourself? You rigged your computer to erase your hard drive by yourself? You had no help?" Jimin asked again. You panned your gaze to Jimin's face and frowned.

"I can't tell if your disbelief is flattering or insulting." You ground out, squeezing your fists. You said the corner of Jimin's mouth lift up and he leaned in to whisper something in Suga's ear. Suga nodded and his lips curled downward into a scowl that was somehow more terrifying than his empty glare.

"Why did you do it?" Suga asked curiously. Well, it wasn't entirely curious, it was more along the lines of 'if you lie to me I'll rip your eyes out'. You shrugged and felt Jungkook shift behind you. You had nearly forgotten that he was still standing there, basically blocking any kind of movement from you.

"Because I wanted to. It's not like I was using my computer science degree in any other aspect of my life." Lie. But you had to give yourself props, it was a good lie. Jimin's face lifted into a smirk and he raised an eyebrow at Suga as if to say 'what did I tell you'. Suga pursed his lips and nodded.

"Fine. But if I find out that you're lying to me, you will be begging for death." Suga hissed, sending shivers of fear down your spine.

Suga beckoned for you to approach him, but your feet were glued to the ground in fear from his threat. It wasn't until Jungkook shoved your forward that you remembered how to move, and you obeyed the command, moving toward Suga. He took your forearm once you were close enough and tugged you next to him. He pointed at your bags and you didn't need him to say anything verbally to know what he wanted.

You picked your bags, staring longingly at your laptop and computer that were tucked neatly in Jimin's arms. If you wanted to, you could recover all the files you lost from the program and you could easily contact the police force and send them your exact location, even if you had been blindfolded. You supposed that would have to be your first order of business once you got the chance.

Suga tugged you along with him up the stairs of the house. You looked down to see the four men watching you go with different expressions. Jimin was giving you a curious and amused look, a playful smirk on his face. Jungkook was giving you a cold, almost sour look, and V was giving you an encouraging smile. The last man you never got to look at clearly. When you peered at his face, leaning against the wall, you finally recognized him.

Jung Hoseok, better known as J-Hope, one of the most influential people in the political scene of the country. He had deep pockets when it came to the police force and every politician in control of the government. He was the reason the Bulletproof Gang was neve shut down by the police. He made sure nothing ever got back to the Bulletproof Gang because of all the influence he had. He basically wiped their records from the police report file.

Suga pulled you harshly, pulling your gaze from the dangerous men at the bottom of the stairs. You gulped as Suga led you down a hallway and into the furthest room. He opened the door and basically tossed you inside. You tumbled inside and dropped your bags, before standing up straight and looking around the room. It was quite large with a king-sized bed and a couch in front of a TV and a fireplace. There was a walk-in bathroom and walk-in closet. It seemed a little too excessive for a prisoner, which was technically what you were.

Then you noticed that the bed's covers were rumpled and one of the drawers of the dresser was slightly open and you could see clothes inside.

"Um... it looks like someone already lives here." You said timidly as Suga closed the door behind him. He gave you an incredulous look.

"Yeah, this is my room. Did you think you were getting this place for yourself?" he said in a condescending tone. You narrowed your eyes and peered at him.

"Well... what am I doing here, then? Shouldn't you show me to my room?" You asked slowly. Suga scrunched his mouth up and looked away.

"Yeah, about that. You don't get a room. You're staying with me."

Your mouth parted as his words sunk in. You looked around the room in a new light. In a new, horrible light.

Your hands started shaking when you understood the true meaning behind your presence here. The real reason he had wanted to take you as a pet. Your breathing picked up and your muscles tensed. Now, Suga's hand around your arm was much more menacing than it had been a few seconds ago. You clenched your fists and did the first thing that came to your head.

You brought your elbow up fast and hit Suga hard. You weren't sure where you made contact and you didn't want to find out as you heard him cry out in pain and shock. His grip on your arm loosened and you pulled free, stumbling away from him. You ran to the dresser and grabbed the first hard thing you could find: a metal comb. It wasn't much, but it was made of metal and it was sharp, you would make do.

You turned back around and brandished the comb in front of you. Suga turned to face you, rubbing the spot on his jaw where you had hit him. His expression made all thoughts of defiance vanish instantly. His eyes were dark and his teeth bared. He was more than angry. He was furious.

"That was a mistake." He said, his voice an octave lower.

"I will not be your sex slave!" You cried out with every bit of resolve as you could muster. Suga's gaze faltered slightly as you held the comb out in front of you like a weapon. His expression softened as your hands shook in fear.

"What are you talking about, firecracker?" His voice came out much softer than before and you took in a sharp breath. You clenched your jaw and snapped the comb in half. Now the edges were much sharper, and could cut like a knife. You held both ends up and pointed them at him.

"I know why I'm here. I know what you want from me. But I will not be your pet. I will not be your whore!" You shouted, forcing your legs to remain rigid and strong. You would not allow yourself to be weak. Suga's eyes filled with understanding and a sigh escaped his lips.

"You're not here for that, okay? Put down the comb." He ordered. He nodded at the comb, like he was talking to a child. You bared your teeth.

"No." You snapped defiantly. Suga rolled his eyes.

"Look, you're here because we don't have another room available. This house isn't as big as you would think. You're only here to sleep, and if it makes you that uncomfortable, you can sleep on the couch." He said monotonously. You narrowed your eyes skeptically.

"You called me 'beautiful', and you didn't mean it as a compliment. You told me I was here to be your pet. You told me I had to prove my usefulness to you. And now you want me to stay in your bedroom. That can only mean I'm here to fulfill your sick sexual desires."

"Yeah, I understand why you might think that's the case... But you're not here for sex, I give you my word." Suga put a hand to his heart and you wanted to scoff at how ridiculous he sounded.

"What good is the word of the most notorious criminal in the country?" You asked rhetorically. Suga let out a soft chuckle, but you found nothing funny about the situation.

"I will cut you before I let you touch me." You snarled, hating how he gave you a look like he was talking to a simpleton. Like he was talking to someone beneath him, like your life and your feelings were somehow worth less than his.

"Okay, little firecracker, calm down. I don't want to sleep with you, and I know how this looks, but I promise you're not here to be a whore." Suga said, raising his hands in surrender. You pursed your lips and eyed him warily, still unconvinced. "We weren't expecting to bring anyone back tonight, so we don't have a room for you yet. If you're that uncomfortable, you don't even have to go near the bed. You can sleep on the couch. Just put the combs down."

Your fingers shook as Suga took a step forward with every word he spoke. He spoke calmly and softly, like he was talking to a wild animal about to pounce. And maybe you were a wild animal, but you couldn't help it. You would never let anyone assault you. Not again.

Suga was suddenly in front of you and his hands closed around your wrists. You marveled at how quickly he jumped up on you and you winced when he squeezed hard, forcing you to release your grip on the combs. He scooped up both halves and tucked them into his back pocket, holding both your wrists together with one hand. You stared at how huge his hand was, compared to your twig-like wrists. You really needed to put on some more weight so they didn't look like chicken wings.

"I'm sorry you felt unsafe, but you need to remember to respect me in this house." Suga whispered. You were shocked at how gentle his tone was. The grip on your wrists was almost tender as he ran a thumb along your skin. "I understand why you reacted the way you did, but from here on out, you belong to me. I'll make a deal with you. I'll never ask you to do anything sexual, and you will obey my every other command. Does that sound fair?"

No, that did not sound fair at all, but you knew it was the only choice you were going to get. You weren't a human being in this house. You were never going to be treated like a normal person with basic human rights, but at least you could be treated like a servant, or even a maid. It was better than being forced to be a slave for sexual pleasure. You bobbed your head up and down, staring at the floor, not trusting yourself to look Suga in the eye.

"Good, now get some sleep. I have to take care of a few more things." Suga released your wrists and retreated from the room, letting the door shut quietly behind him.

You didn't fail to notice the soft click of a lock in the door. The sound made you crack a small smile. It was nice to know that you weren't entirely being treated like a submissive. At least they still expected some kind of retaliation from you.

You rubbed your wrists and lifted your head, allowing yourself to look around the room properly. You saw your bags still sprawled on the floor near the door. You made your way over to them and picked them up. You grabbed one of the blankets from the king bed and made your way over to the couch. You sat your bags next to the couch and flipped your suitcase open.

You pulled out your stilettos and held one shoe up at eye level. You pursed your lips before grabbing the heel and snapping it clean off the shoe. You examined the heel in your hand exhaled sharply. You mimicked stabbing someone with it. Yes, this would do for a weapon if you weren't given any other choice. If it was needed, you could jab this in someone's neck and they would be incapacitated at least long enough for you to escape.

You slipped the heel into your sleeve and closed the suitcase. You crawled into the bed and pulled the covers up to your chin. As you thought about the events of that day, you realized how much worse this could have been. You could be dead right now.

Suga could have easily locked you in chains. He could have used you as his own personal punching bag, or even his own pleasure bot. You knew that if he hit you hard enough, you would succumb to his every command. But he had done none of that. Instead, he had allowed you to at least have some dignity and treat you more like a servant than a slave. And for that, you were grateful.

But it only begged the question: if he didn't want you for any of the aforementioned, then why did he want you at all? What could you possibly offer this man if not your body?

It was impossible to try to reason anything out now, especially when the events of the day had finally caught up with you. You hadn't realized how truly exhausted you were and you were asleep within seconds of closing your eyes.