Kyoya x abused!reader

Someone please help me

(Y/n) Pov
I heard a whistle coming from behind me. This always happens when I'm here. I tried to ignore it. "Hey I'm talking to you!" A man yelled from behind me. I still ignored him and tried to do my job which was cleaning up empty beer bottles from around the bar. "I said-" the man grabbed my arm with a tight grip causing me to whimper and spun me around. "I'm talking to you!" He yelled at me. All this pressure I was starting to give an anxiety attack. I looked down. "This will teach you to ignore me!" The drunk man smashed his half full beer bottle over my head. The glass cut my head open while the alcohol made the the open wound burn. I yelped out of pain and dropped to the floor crying. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't. I got of the floor and bowed. "Gomen'nasai" I whispered. I kept my head down and try to flee to the ladies room in the back of the bar. But when I turned to go the man wrapped his arms around my waist. "Where do you think you are going? The fun is only beginning~"
-time skip-
I was limping home from work. If you could even call it that. That man took me into the middle of the bar and striped me. Almost everyone in the place had a chance to do some unspeakable evil to me. Wether it was beat me, rape me, touch me or something else it was their choice. This wasn't the first time this has happened to me before. When I first took this job back when I was 14 and had to leave school I still had my innocence. But just a week into the job a group of drunk men had token away the one thing I couldn't take back. I had bruises and cuts all up my thighs. As well as on my neck, chest, and stomach. They burned and the hard hit to my head may have given me a concussion. My vision was going a bit blurry.  I came upon my house. I didn't want to go in but I didn't have a choice. I got the key from under the mat and unlocked the door. It creaked open and I slowly walked in. The house smelt of beer. It was repulsive. I went into the living room to see my father passed out in the middle of the floor. I tiptoed past him and headed to my room on the second floor but half way up the stairs I collapsed. I don't know what it was the pain, exhaustion, starvation, or the stress but I couldn't get back up. I wish I could stay there forever but the load thump on the hard wooden stairs made my father stir in his sleep. My heart skipped a beat at the sudden movement. I ran up the stairs hoping not to wake him up and got into my room. Aka the storage room. I collapsed on the floor once more ,which was my bed, and went numb. I eventually slowly drifted off to sleep. Someone please help me.  I woke up the next morning feeling slightly stronger and tended to my wounds. I got dressed in my cheap jeans and sweat shirt and headed to my day time job at a Maid cafe. It was my favorite thing in the whole world. I smiled and helped the friendly customers. All of my co-workers were so nice. I tried very hard every day to make sure they didn't see my marks. I also made sure they new nothing of my personal life. In the cafe we have the private room up stares that we rent out for things like conversions and get togethers. I was cleaning the room but I felt a little bit uncomfortable. A man on his own had rented out the upstairs to his self for a couple of hours. He didn't mind that it needed cleaning just as long as I was quiet while I did my job. All he did was type away at his laptop. He didn't look away from the screen once. I glanced over at him. He was pretty good looking. He had silky raven hair and gorgeous brown eyes that were covered by his glasses. He wore pretty expensive clothes though who is this guy. I went back to my business when no longer than a minute later he speaks, "Can you get me some more coffee?" I nod but he probably didn't even see it. This room had its own coffee maker of I started it up. "Master how do you like your coffee?" "Black." Then it was back to silence. I finished his coffee and pored it into his cup. I was about to go back to work when he asked me the strangest question. "You're a commoner right?"