I look down at my legs bruises, everywhere, "I have to get out of here," I think. Ugh why did I let him kidnap me I could've fought I mean I've been trained to be " a weapon " as my dad calls me, or used to call me I haven't seen my family in over 4 years. I was trained in basically CIA training meaning I could take down anyone, but apparently not Eric because if I could I wouldn't be in this whole mess. I don't know why but whenever I'm around him I just freeze. Alright beginning of a new day let's keep my memory up. My name is Beatrice Prior. My nickname is Tris. I was kidnapped at 15 years old. I'm 19 years old now. I live in the basement of Eric Matthews's house. I am forced to stay here. I had/have a brother named Caleb, a mother named Natalie, and a father named Andrew. I don't know why I haven't been found yet, and it doesn't make sense because my mom was/is an Actress and my father is one of the head leaders in the CIA. I used to have long, bright blonde hair; I now have overgrown dirty blonde hair, dirty from literal dirt not just because of dying my hair. I used to have bright, icy blue eyes which used to light up every day; I now have dull, cloudy gray eyes with an always cloudy forecast. I used to wake up and worry what I will wear every day, now I wake up and worry when Eric is coming down to beat me. Eric is my kidnapper and he comes down to beat, smack, punch, kick, whatever violent thing you can think of he's probably done. Except rape me. I once asked him why he hasn't and he just laughs and says "Oh don't worry your time will come little one." That's his "pet name "for me Little One. Don't ask me why I will never know, he smacked me after I asked him that question because apparently I am not supposed to talk to him, look at him, touch him, etc. I hear a door slam from upstairs. Shit. He wasn't supposed to come back til later well looks like I am getting my beatings sooner than later. I here pounding coming down the stairs and a moment later see a drunk Eric in front of me. "Get up," he yells at me. I quickly scramble to my feet knowing not to be disobedient with a drunken Eric. "That's a good girl," he says while lightly stroking my hair. I'm confused by his motions he's never gentle, what is up. "Now be a good little one and come upstairs with me," he says in that same voice, I stand there confused looking at him with a confusing look. He smacks me across the face and yells," I told you to follow me upstairs, get your ass moving." I quickly start walking with him upstairs thinking about what's going to happen, is he going to let me go? Of course not, don't be an idiot Tris. What is going to happen to be? As we near the top of the stairs he grabs my arm and starts dragging me somewhere, I don't know where though, I have only been upstairs once and that is when I first arrived here. Suddenly he pulls me into a room I gasp when I realize what he is going to do to me. Oh My Fucking God! The room he pulled me into is his bedroom. Eric Matthews is going to rape me. "Well hi little one," he says while throwing me down on the bed. "Stop Eric, you're drunk don't do anything you'll regret," I say calmly while trying to sit up. "Oh no silly little one I won't be regretting this, I'll be enjoying this," he says while pulling my legs down making me lie down flat on back while pinning my arms above my head.