A/N: Trigger warning. The following scene pertains to sexual assault, and may be skipped completely if you feel uncomfortable. I will give a brief recap in the next chapter in case of that.

Five minutes after being left alone, Divinity groaned lightly as her stomach rumbled. She rooted around in the refridgerator and eventually sat down with a 2L bottle of Crush brand cream soda, one 25" meat lover's pizza, one 16" garlic fingers, three pieces of New York-style quadruple fudge cheesecake, two cans of whipped cream, two bags of Skittles, a can of barbeque Pringles, half a tub of sour gummy worms, and a handful of sour watermelon candies. As she stuffed her face, she thought about her new situation.
I feel grimy, like I haven't bathed in days... and maybe I haven't. Maybe that's why I was so hungry. Stopped at the closet doors, she picked a tasteful outfit for herself... lace-up combat boots which matched her short hair, denim skinny jeans with shredded knees, and a Nirvana tee.
She crossed the room with her clothing and passed through the purple door, and the sight of the bathroom made her jaw drop. The walls were painted a vibrant shade of watermelon green, and the floor was whiter than porcelain. There was a bubblegum pink hot tub built into the middle of the floor, and a steam shower in the corner. The sink had a small cabinet above it, which stood out due to an assortment of flashing lights built into the sides. The hot pink toilet had two arm rests and a small, but sufficient amount of reading material in a rack next to it. A full-length mirror hung on the back of the door. What caught her attention first, though, was the shelving.
There was a tall, rich walnut bookshelf. Each shelf served a different purpose: one held an assortment of different fruit-scented shampoos, one with their matching conditioners, one with boxes upon boxes of neatly-stacked soaps, one with a bunch of loofas in different colors, one with a variety of colorful bath salts and fizzies, one with many soft towels, and several more with various other items. The bottom shelf held several sets of adorable (and fuzzy!) flannel pajamas.
She excitedly dropped to her knees and picked out a bottle of kiwi-scented shampoo, apple-scented conditioner, a bar of cucumber-scented soap, an orange loofa, the fluffiest orange towel she could find, an emerald colored robe, a strawberry-based face mask, two fresh cucumber slices, a handful of pink rose petals, and a handful of orange-scented bath salts.
Divinity peeled her clothes off and applied the mask. She sprinkled a handful of the sylvete petals around the bubbling hot tub and placed her items on the side before slipping in gently, with her back facing the door. The warmth and the feeling of the water swishing around her supple body relaxed her greatly. She still didn't know who she was, but she knew that she could likely start a new life with these four boys.
She heard her bedroom door creak, followed by klutzy footsteps. She scrambled to leave the tub, unable to get a grip because of how wet she was, slipping back into the steamy water. When the bathroom door opened, Divinity let out a guttural scream and blindly pelted the intruder with bottles, shattering the mirror behind him. The tall, nude male locked the door, slitting his feet on the shards before he hopped into the tub with her and wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth with his gangly hand.
"Shh, shh, relax! It's jussme, baby. Jus' Finn. Hey, whass' with the goop on yer face?" All she could focus on was the smell of beer and marijuana that emanated from his mouth. He hiccuped, scratching some of her face mask off. She kicked him away, enough to give herself space.
"Get off of me, you disgusting pig," she spat. She raised her hand to reel back. He parried her punch and made a grab for her wrists. She pushed him off, but with his second attempt, he caught her. Despite being drunk, he had a strong grip from which she would not be able to escape easily, so she smashed her skull into his nose. His loud, pained scream brought the attention from his shipmates, who could immediately be heard sprinting and furiously twisting the doorknob. They pounded on the door, shouting to Divinity, asking if she was alright and what was wrong.
"C'mere, and stop strugglin', ya stupid broad," Finn growled before he leaned in, mashing his lips roughly against hers. The blood which ran from his nose mingled with their saliva, and the taste of copper reminded her that she could bite his tongue. He yowled and let go as the door swung open, revealing Aerrow and Junko. The wallop lifted the blonde one out of the hot tub by the neck, dragging him through the mirror glass.
"Divinity, are you alright?" Aerrow offered his hand to her, but she merely covered her body, red in the face. He turned on his heel, staring at the fragments of the broken mirror. "Sorry, sorry! Hey, I'll fetch a broom and dustpan, and wait outside your bedroom door until you're ready. Just be careful as you leave. Okay?"
"Sure. Yeah. Okay," Divinity watched as he left. She felt numb, even though she'd just been sexually violated by someone who she thought she would be able to trust. She realized that she truly had no idea who she was or who these people were, yet she just felt distant.
After a few minutes, she climbed out of the hot tub. She put on a pair of plaid flannel pajamas and her robe over it. She washed her face, and brushed her teeth, staring at the faucet. When she looked up, her eyes were red and wet. She spat into the sink, sat on the floor, and looked at nothing in particular for a moment before a fit of sobbing.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she whispered to no one but herself.