It wasn’t the first time someone had been handed over as a form of payment. But this—this was something else.

You looked fragile sitting there, wrists bound, eyes wide as they tried to process the situation. A broken little thing. And all because of their parents. The debt your parents owed was far beyond anything they could ever repay. Money meant nothing to them anymore; their child, however, did.

Pathetic, really.

You were quiet. Too quiet. Probably still in shock, the weight of their reality slowly setting in.

Niall:"I didn’t expect her to be this He said tilting his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Liam:“For fuck’s sake, Niall.” He let out an exasperated sigh, arms crossed over his chest.

Louis and Zayn exchanged a knowing glance, amusement flickering in their expressions.

Zayn:“She's got that whole ‘deer caught in headlights’ thing going on,” his dark eyes dragging over them.

Harry:“She's not a fucking toy.” He scoffed, fingers tightening around the metal cuffs as he fastened them around her wrists.

Zayn:“Didn’t say she was.” *He smirks

Liam:“She's our hostage, not a hookup,”reminded them, his voice was sharp, though he knew better than to expect self-control from any of them.

Harry:"What the hell are we supposed to do with her?” He sighed, running a hand through his curls.

Zayn glanced over at Louis, the one they all silently agreed was in charge when things got messy.

Louis crouched down, head tilting as he studied them—his newest possession. A slow smirk curled his lips.

Louis:“What’s your name, angel?”