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In a small apartment in the big city lives a young woman. Y/N Y/L/N is a twenty-three-year old student. She often visits her mother who lives about an hour away from her.
Y/N has no siblings - she also doesn't know her father. She has never met him, and her mother has never spoken about him. She doesn't even know his name.
When she was little, she asked her mother who her father was. Her mother merely pointed at a scary mask hanging on the wall.
After that day, Y/N never asked again - the mask freaked the little girl out and scared her.
Right now, Y/N is writing an assignment. It's due in a month, but she has already started writing it. She's a really hard-working student.
She's also really shy - she has never been in a relationship before. In fact, she has never even kissed anybody - besides her mother, of course.
She's startled as there's a knock on her door.
"I'm coming!" she shouts as she approaches the door.
When she opens it, she's greeted by three of her friends - Hermione, Ginny and Luna.
"Hi, Y/N! We just came by as we were hoping you would join us. You see, we are going to a party" Ginny tells her.
Hermione nods. "Yes, we were really hoping you would join us this time. You have never gone to a party before" she points out.
"Besides, you might find a boy to talk to. Maybe even get your first kiss" Luna says, giving a dream-like smile at the thought of her friend finally finding a boyfriend. Hermione and Ginny giggle at that.
Y/N sighs. "Guys, I would love to... But I'm currently busy" she lies, hoping they will buy it.
Alas, they don't.
"Busy with what?" Hermione questions.
Ginny spots her computer and instantly knows what she's doing.
"You are already doing the assignment, aren't you?" she asks.
As her friend doesn't answer, she sighs. "Y/N, you need to have fun too! Hermione has also already started on that stupid assignment, but she at least joins us on our girls night outs!" she states as she crosses her arms.
Hermione huffs. "That assignment isn't stupid! But I agree with Ginny, you need to have fun, Y/N! Please join us this time!" she begs, looking at Y/N with her puppy eyes. Ginny also looks at her with her puppy eyes while Luna merely smiles at her.
Y/N sighs. She can't resist those looks... Besides, they might be right. Maybe she does need to have fun sometimes.
"Okay, fine. I'll join you" she says, sighing in defeat. Her friends cheer in victory, happy that she finally gave in.
"Okay, you will need to wear a dress..." Hermione says as the three of them enter her home. They head towards her room before looking through her closet.
"No, not that one... Also not that one" Ginny says as Hermione takes out a few dresses.
"Guys, this is going to take forever. You will miss the party" Y/N reminds them.
Looking deep in thought, Luna approaches the closet before taking out a green dress.
"How about this one?" she suggests, holding a dark green dress with thin straps.
Hermione and Ginny look at the clothing in awe. "Yes, that one! It's perfect!" Hermione exclaims.
"I agree. Try it on, Y/N!" Ginny tells her friend.
Nodding, Y/N grabs the dress and heads to the bathroom to put it on. When she returns, her friends look at her in awe.
"Wow, it's beautiful!" Ginny exclaims.
"It really is! Good job, Luna!" Hermione says, praising her work.
Luna smiles. "Y/N looks good in green, so I figured it would be perfect for her" she states.
Meanwhile, Y/N is feeling a little insecure. "Are you sure this will work, guys?" she questions.
Hermione nods. "Of course it will! All the guys will fight for your attention! Now, let's go to the party!" she states.
Nodding, the four friends take a taxi to their location. Once they enter the building, they are greeted by extremely loud music.
Y/N can't help but feel overwhelmed as she's out of her comfort zone. There are a LOT of people. She really wants to run out the door and hide in a nearby library. There will at least be a ton of books to read there...
Noticing her friend's struggle, Ginny puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Y/N. This is going to be fun!" she promises.
The four friends then head to the dance floor. However, among all the many people, Y/N quickly gets lost.
She tries to call for her friends, but nothing can be heard thanks to the noise. She uses her phone instead - however, they don't answer her calls nor her texts.
She decides to find a quiet corner, hoping that she will be able to spot her friends. After only five minutes, she decides to give up as a guy is staring at her while sipping on his drink.
Feeling creeped out, Y/N leaves the party. She sends her friends a text telling them that she's going home. Next time, they need to hang out somewhere else...
As it's the end of the month and she doesn't have a lot of money left, she heads towards the nearest bus station instead of calling a taxi.
However, after walking for about ten minutes, she overhears a rather interesting conversation near a dark alley.
"So, where is the money, Peter?" a voice demands. It sounds quite posh.
"M-money? What money? I don't know what you are talking about!" another voice exclaims, sounding nervous.
"Don't be stupid. You know you owe Tom money" a third voice states. It's a rather velvety voice. Y/N has never heard anything like it before.
"Just give us the damn money already! Otherwise, we will shoot!" a fourth voice threatens. The voice sends shivers down Y/N's spine, and it's not in a good way.
She then hears the sound of metal.
"No, no! Please don't!" the man who apparently owes someone money begs.
A sigh can be heard. "Antonin, put that down! If he's dead, Tom Riddle won't get his money, will he?" the posh voice states, sounding irritated.
Y/N widens her eyes. Tom Riddle... She has heard that name before. He's the mafia boss! She really shouldn't be here...
She looks around the area. No people can be seen. She's all alone, close to the mafia!
"One last chance, you rat - give us the money!" the person with the gun, Antonin, demands.
After a moment of silence, the same person laughs rather evilly. "Very well, then" he says.
Suddenly, a gunshot can be heard.
"Antonin, you dunderhead! Look what you did!" the man with the velvety voice snaps.
Y/N gasps. Did they just kill the man who owed them money? She needs to call the police!
As she retrieves her phone, she doesn't hear somebody sneaking up on her. Her heart starts beating fast when there's suddenly a hand covering her mouth.
"Don't you dare call the police" the person behind her growls. It's the guy with the velvety voice.
With his hand still covering her mouth, the man drags her towards the alley.
"This one has been listening to our conversation" he tells the others.
Y/N widens her eyes when she looks down on the ground. There's a dead man with a bullet through his forehead... There's a lot of blood.
One of the men chuckles. "So you have been listening, huh? Tsk, tsk. Didn't your mother teach you to mind your own business?" the man with the posh voice taunts.
Y/N dares to look at him. The man has long, blonde hair and grey-ish eyes. His look is very intimidating. She notices that he's wearing expensive and rather fancy clothes.
Smirking, the man grabs her chin. "Now, what should we do with you? We can't have you call the police and tell them what you have witnessed" he states.
The guy with the creepy voice starts to speak. "I have an idea - why don't we take turns on her before killing her? That way, she won't be able to tell anyone, and we will have some fun" he suggests, giving a creepy smile. He still has the gun in his hand.
Y/N shivers. She doesn't want to lose her virginity like this... She also doesn't want to die.
The blonde-haired man exchanges a look with the guy behind her.
"No, Antonin. Let us take her with us and let Tom decide what we should do with her" the guy with the velvety voice suggests.
The creepy guy with the gun huffs. "Fine" he mutters in irritation as he retrieves a cloth.
Y/N immediately understands - it must contain chloroform!
Noticing her worried look, the blonde-haired man shushes her. "Shh, nothing will happen to you. You are just going to sleep for a while" he says as he smirks.
The guy's hand from behind is replaced by the cloth containing chloroform. Y/N tries to fight in vain as she gets sleepy. She's being carried in somebody's arms before everything turns black.