They carried Tris for the last two hours with arms bound in a painful position behind her back, her feet bare, and two giant men guarding her like two huge statues. Her golden blonde hair cascading from her head to her mid-back, while her green eyes were examining her captures. She shivered under the cold night's breeze, it was late; the moon and stars were out and it was almost pitch black outside.

"She was an easy catch, Max! You made it sound somewhat difficult" Eric exaggerated while snickering. They dumped Tris on the grass in a heap, and the two started a hushed conversation, every now and then one of them throwing a glance her way. Max made his way over to her, yanking her up by the arm. Her feet were still a bit wobbly from the blow on the back of her head, and she was far too exhausted to offer any resistance as he shoved her inside the almost dark room with only dim lighting for her to navigate her way to the worn out mattress.

"Wait there girl! If you start to scream or call for help, you'll be in bad shape" Max said while talking a few steps towards her, threatening her with his shiny pistol. He left a lingering stare on her scared face, trying to suppress a grin at her reacton. "If you think this is bad, just wait till Eaton meets you."

Tris's eyes widened. Eaton! The infamous Four Eaton, and now she was being held captive by him and his crew.

She never imagined this would happen, even a few hours earlier while she was conversing with her possible fiancé, Peter Hayes. It was a stressful evening; under her father's watchful eye and her mother's words of praise for doing something that would help her family tremendously.

"You're a very selfless girl, Beatrice, we've raised you well, and I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for doing this for us. There's no need to be worried, you know everything will work out fine" her mother promised with a kind smile.

"Should I really be doing this mother? Surely there has to be some other way to fix our financial problems?" Tris whispered, not willing to look into her mother's eyes. She gently cupped her chin so that her mother was looking at her. Her warm gazed into the sad, glossy eyes of her daughter.

"You know your duty darling, please do this. For your family, our future is lying on your shoulders."

"But mom..." Tris whispered. "There's always a chance that he might return." Natalie knew who Tris was talking about. When Tris was eight, she was best friends with a boy two years older than her. He possessed extremely handsome features. Warm chocolate puppy eyes, soft brown hair and glowing tan skin. They had been friends for years, always visiting each other's houses and sharing secrets. Natalie knew that Tris loved him, and that the feeling was mutual between the two. She seemed to always know in her core, that one day when they were much older, they would be together. Married, even. But one day, out of the blue, he moved away. Tris and her family were given no notice, as he never told them. So you could imagine Tris's shock when she knocked on his door, only to find a new family in their old residence. her best friend, the only person she had ever loved, vanished. And now, eight years later, she was still waiting for him to return. At this point, she'd even forgotten his name.

"Well, you must be Beatrice." Tris was startled by a thick male voice in front of her. Her head shot up, and then her eyes found a young man in a white buttoned shirt and dark suit pants. He was handsome with neatly combed black curly hair; but his eyes her so cold and cruel that it made her sick in the stomach. "Um…" she was at a loss for words, surprised by his presence. Her stomach churned badly; suddenly her dress became so tight that she could hardly breathe.

"You…" she paused. The young man was still staring straight into her eyes, waiting for a response.

"Darling" her father approached her, right in time just to interrupt the tension. "Meet Peter, your soon to be husband."

No! her body and mind were screaming, but she shook his hand respectfully. "Nice to meet you, Peter."

"Let's talk; I'd like to know all about my future wife." He grabbed her hand and directed them in the way of a couch.

The only reason she was doing this was to get some money for her poor family. They were heavily in debt and had one too many loans. They were on the verge on being completely broke, so they sought the help of a friend. Edward Hayes, Andrew's old work companion, before he got laid off, he came up with a solution. They discussed how their daughter should marry his son, since the Hayes were madly rich. They thought Beatrice would make a great match for Edwards son, and it was a bonus that they were the same age. Natalie was reluctant to agree, thinking of what was best for Beatrice, but she knew it had to be done, if not they would most likely lose the house and whatever penny they had left to their name.

Tris was coming out of her daydream when she heard Peter calling her name. "Tris? Are you even listening to me? I was talking about me and my family's success."

"Of course you were" she mumbled into her drink. Peter raised an eyebrow at her, taken aback by her lack of kindness. "Is everything alright Beatrice? You seem a little stiff. Maybe I can help ease the tension..." He creepily flirted and slowly stroked her thigh, going higher and higher until Tris felt the feeling of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Peter, it's getting late." She said quite harshly and throwing his hands of her and standing up.

"But Tris, it's still early" He stood up with her. "Where's that kindness your father was telling us about when he was describing you to my father and I?" He said as he snaked his hands around her waist and the smell of alcohol from his breath hit her.

"We can talk later" Tris grinned, not wanting to disgrace her guest in front of both families. He was the key to all their problems, according to her father; she couldn't lose that due to her personal problem.

Intimacy.

"Why the hurry, sweetie? You don't want to upset me, do you? I know that your family wouldn't like very much…" His filthy breath suffocated her. "I'm the solution to all your problems. Soon you'll be mine, and you'll have no choice but to simply oblige." She felt faint, she didn't know how much more of this she could take, and it only been twenty minutes, how was she meant to put up with this for the rest of her life?

And at the right time the foods in her stomach made their way through her mouth and in a puddle all over the floor and Peter's shoes.

The firm grasp around her waist was suddenly jerked loose as Peter saw what had happened. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Tris pleaded. Her face burned red with embarrassment.

"My shoes! You disgusting girl! Peter grimaced. "Get away from me!"

Natalie rushed over to Tris and held her in her arms. "It's alright darling, you couldn't help it." Her mother whispered smoothly while stroking her hair. Tris closed her eyes, her body relaxed a little. But that didn't last too long; she jolted with a fright because of the yelling from the disgraced guest.

"I've to admit Andrew; your daughter isn't the lady you described her to be." He through Tris a dirty glare. All evening she felt like a prize to be won by this harassing man, and at this point she felt she was trash that could never be loved. Peter seemed to have a way to do that to people.

Tris pushed her mother's arms away from her. Her whole body shivered as tears spilled over her eyes. "I've disgraced us, I've disgraced our family, I'm sorry mom and dad." She ran out of the room with crimson cheeks and eyes full of tears. "Darling, wait!" her mother yelled after her. "Give her a minute Natalie, Andrew said, planting a supportive hand on her shoulder.

Tris found her way behind the highest and widest tree, concealing herself from the world. She buried her crumpled face in her hands and let the distraught tears roll down her face all at once. At that moment she started thinking of the one boy she felt she could only wholly love. "I can't even remember his name!" she angrily stated to no one in particular. But the words became a scream that were muffled by a man's hand that clasped over her mouth as he began dragging her backward towards the van. "Andrew Prior's daughter! Now we got her!" Tris tried to kick and claw her way out of the man's grasp but soon enough another man hit her in the back of head with a hard and heavy weapon, and tossed her in the back of the black van.

…

Tris jerked awake with the sound of heavy footsteps outside the dark room she was currently held in. She was always a light sleeper.

"Is that her in there?" A deep, gorgeous male voice spoke.

"Yeah, listen were going to go collect the rest of the weapons that was left in town, we'll be back in about twenty." She heard footsteps leaving the building they were in and then the sound of an engine roaring to life.

The door opened. As the newcomer stepped forward, Tris closed her eyes, unwilling to look at her kidnappers face. She felt his presence moving closer to her, his minty breath fanning over her face. Suddenly she felt him tugging at the rope that bound her hands together, cutting them of with his knife.

"Hey blondie, look at me."

As she slowly opened her eyes, she was met with her kidnapper. He stepped forward and crouched down in front of her to cut open the rope around her feet this time, and raised his face to her's. She was greeted with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes.

Like the eyes she had seen many years ago.