Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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Abigail turned to the last one in the room. "That leaves you, pretty boy." He smiled at her; it was so cute that his eyes even disappeared a bit.

"And what makes you think I'm in charge?"

He was leaning up against the bookshelf off to the side, away from the others; either he's the boss or an introvert, and he's not giving off introvert vibes. "You watched them the entire time without adding your opinion because it doesn't matter to you to tell them. You'll do what you want anyway. You are good at schooling your facial features, but you didn't seem surprised when those two told you about my father selling me again. Everyone else was shocked and angry except you." She leaned forward and braced her chin on her hands, "either you like kids getting abused, which I doubt, or you already knew. Since everyone else was shocked, that leaves you as the boss."

"Damn, Jimin. She's good."

"Shut up, Tae."

She leaned back; she got what she wanted. "So why am I here? Those two said I wasn't going to be your whore. So what is it, your maid, arm candy, or will I be used as a spy for your rivals?"

Jimin smirked, "are those things you've done before?"

She had to roll her eyes, "more times than I can count."

"Well, it's none of those." Before she could open her mouth, he grabbed a stack of books off the shelf and tossed them into her lap. "You are going to be our Little."

Her head was cocked to the side, "your little what"?

They all chuckled, "Open the yellow book."

Abigail pulled it out: "Being a Little for Dummies." She thumbed through age play, which is when an individual goes into a headspace that makes them believe they are younger than they are. Most littles require caregivers or Daddies to watch them when they are in their little space. This relationship can either be sexual or non-sexual. There were pictures of grown people wearing diapers and childlike clothes, with pacifiers in their mouths and toys surrounding them.

"What the fuck is this shit? I'd rather you just fuck me; there's no way I'm using a fucking diaper and binky."

His facial expression switched from happy to murderous. "You have no choice, baby girl. You will become our Little, and we will be your Daddies."

"Can't you go find someone that's already into this shit? Why me?"

He shrugged his shoulders a bit, "Your father owes me a debt. He agreed you'd pay it, and we want a Little. It's simple, really."

"You can't force someone to do this."

He stalked towards her, caging her into the chair. "Actually, you can. You wouldn't be the first one we've trained to be a perfect Little."

"And what happens after I'm trained?"

He pulled back, and his smile was back on his face, "that depends on you. If you still amuse us, you will stay as our Little." He twirled a bit of her hair around his finger, "The only way out of here is in a body bag, so I suggest you do what we say." He turned to look at the one he called Tae, "Take her to her new room," then he turned around and left.

Tae grabbed the books and her hand. He dragged her up several flights of stairs. "How old do you want me to be?"

"Ideally, 3-5."

The fuck, are they serious? He opened a door, and yup, they were. Inside was a nursery, but everything was for the size of an adult. She was small, not even 5 feet tall. But even someone much larger than her would fit in that massive crib. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, "read a bit more, and then sleep. Your training starts tomorrow."

Jimin was sitting in his office watching the monitors, and Tae had just gotten Abigail into her room. He was curious to see what she was going to do. She waited about 30 minutes, and then she climbed out of the crib. It was a struggle for her. She was a tiny little thing. She crept over to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, of course, and her frustrated face was adorable.

She stalked over to the bay window and looked for a way to open it; there wasn't one. They'd had a little try and escape that way, they've since, learned their lesson. Yes, they could get someone that willingly wanted this, but where was the fun in that? It's more entertaining to make someone who wants nothing to do with it fall to the pull.

"Why her? We could have used her as a maid; why do you want her to be our little?"

Jimin sighed and looked at Yoongi, "Did you know that the first time her father sold her, she was 10, but even before that, he and his friends abused her?"

Yoongi looked shocked. It's good that he needs them to understand. "Her mother died when she was 5. She had two drug addict parents, honestly she will probably thrive as a little. She never had a childhood; now she can where she is safe. Plus look at her, she's adorable."

Yoongi looked at the monitors; she was trying to find a piece of furniture she could move. "She's going to be a brat; I know it."

Jimin scoffed, "Don't act like you don't enjoy brats. You love to punish them." Then he turned on the microphone, "Baby girl, every piece of furniture in that room that you could possibly lift is bolted down. Stop trying to escape; it won't work."

She looked around the room, wondering where the voice was coming from. There were more than a dozen cameras and microphones in that room. There was nowhere and nothing she could hide. "What about the bathroom?"

"Do you need to go potty, Baby Girl? I can have Daddy Jin come put your diaper on."

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she stomped her foot. "I will not use a mother fucking diaper."