"Devil!" she squirmed. "Monster!" She swung again, but this time her arms were caught in a painful vice like grip and tied behind her back.
"What do you want with me?"
"I thought you were calmer, Blondie." In his answer only an enthusiastic smile laced Four's lips as he motioned Max and Eric to free Tris. She was then dropped in a heap onto the cold mattress.
Four walked near his captive, and then stopped abruptly as she pulled herself in a proud erect posture to be face to face with her captor. Her face was carefully expressionless, but Four was stunned to see a challenge in her bright green orbs, staring defiantly into his. All tears had vanished at this point. Even the light freckles on her nose blazed with pride. Four wasn't new with women- rich or poor, swooning over him and his charming ways wherever he went. Certainly he had met girls that were much more seductive than her, but this girl was completely different from all those other girls. None of them had the nerve to challenge him like she was doing right now. Even with the beads of sweat that was collecting on her forehead, or the green glare burning holes in his,
She was an absolute temptation.
"Four Eaton!" the harsh words coming from the angel in front of him, jerked him back to reality. "Answer me honestly, what do you actually want?"
He was accustomed to the seductive whispers of his name from his many flings in the past, but not the brash, loud yelling. Especially from a woman.
"Are you or are you not, Andrew Priors daughter?" He asked quizzically.
"I am, but… what in the world has that got to do with anything?" She asked puzzled.
He grinned, crouched down to her eye level and asked quietly "So it's true then? Your dad is making a matrimony deal with Edward Hayes?" She shivered.
"How could you possibly know about that?"
"We've been keeping our tabs on Edward for a long time now." He said, focusing on the window. "He screwed us over one too many times now, and myself and my boys have had enough. We were planning on just killing him, but, I personally like to make people who fuck us over suffer for as long as I can." He returned his gaze to Tris with an amused grin on his face.
Tris, who was far more afraid than she let on, started to believe that those eyes were piercing her soul. His look was too much to bear, though he was only looking into her eyes, she felt his gaze burning her skin, muscles and even bones. Even with her black lace dress from yesterday's event, she felt naked. She glanced over her shoulders to where to two guards stood at the door only to find Eric grinning at her with a greedy look in his eyes. She'd certainly had her fair share of creeps to last her a lifetime.
"Alright, but even if you are on bad terms with him, why are you keeping me here? What have I got to do with any of this?" She asked, exasperated.
He snickered, moving away from the window and closer to her. "Because you're exactly what he wants for his son. You didn't think he suggested this marriage out of the kindness of his heart, do you? No. He's wanted you married into that Hayes family for years now, he somehow knew you'd grow into a beautiful woman, and he will have nothing but the absolute best for his precious golden boy." He says, rolling his eyes. "And the longer we make him wait for you, the more worry and stress he'll develop."
"Wait what? Why on earth would Edward Hayes want me? There are plenty of other girls out there that are much prettier than me!"
"He thinks your like, a gene goldmine. Your whole family, I mean. I don't know, he's always had this certain vision of true beauty, and you fit it, I suppose.
"Maybe so, but you still haven't answered my question. Why am I here!?" Four raised an eyebrow at her. "You still don't get it, do you?" He huffed out a breath, trying to suppress a grin. "If we have you here, his son can't marry you, well, not until he pays the ransom."
"And as soon as we've got our money, you can go back to your happy little ever after with golden boy." Four smiles sarcastically at her.
"You couldn't have just demanded the money? Or threatened him with a gun like that asshole over there did to me?" She motioned towards Max. "No, you just had to drag me into your mess. Well thanks a lot Four, but I'll be leaving now." She starts towards the door, only to be grabbed by the arm. Four yanks her back.
"Who said you could leave? You're staying here until we get what we want. So don't try anything while you're with us, Blondie, because we don't always react so nicely to bad behaviour."
"My name is Tris, not blondie! Now let go of me! I don't need to be a part of this nonsense." She's yelling now, and it earns her a dirty glare from Max and Eric. "You can get your money another way!"
"Hey! Shut her up! I don't want the risk of anyone hearing us. If she doesn't put a sock in it, I'll do it for her." Eric threatens.
"Good! I hope they do! HELP! HELP ME I'M IN HERE! ANYONE? IS THERE ANYONE THER-"the rest of her sentence was muffled by Four's hand clamped shut around her mouth.
Eric marches over in two long strides and yanks her by the hair so she's standing. "Listen up you stupid little bitch, I'm not going to repeat this, so listen carefully." He says yanking harder, pulling her face closer to his. "If you so much as raise your voice above a whisper again, I will personally beat the shit out of you and then you definitely won't be able to talk, because I'll make sure to punch out all your damn teeth, and swell your face to the size of that door." He angrily says, motioning to the door with his thumb. "Got it?"
"Alright Eric, c'mon, we don't to do much damage to her, after all, we don't know if Edward will be willing to pay $100,000 for her if she returns looking like an entirely different person." Max says.
With an angry face, Eric throws her on the ground. Her eyes start to gloss over with tears, but she conceals her face with her hair.
An awkward silence fell across the room.
"Tie her up, we don't want to walk in to see her trying to escape or some shit, don't risk it. Feet and hands." Max orders to Four.
Four walks over to her taking in her appearance, her hair sprawled all over her head and face, her eyes staring at a spot on the floor with hot, angry tears making their way down her face, and her dress ripped in more than one places. He feels a small tinge of sadness for her, but pushes the feeling away almost as quick as it came. She was just a business deal, she meant nothing to him.
"No struggling, be still." He demands. He tightly ties her wrists behind her back in two knots, then moving on to her ankles.
"Be quiet, alright." He says staring at her. "We'll bring you in some food later, but only if you behave and co-operate with us." He says and leaves the room along with Max and Eric.
….
"It's just a nightmare, yes it is." She chanted to herself while her bonds were digging into her skin. It was the next morning, and she had possibly the worst night's sleep in her entire life. The darkness of the room wrapped around the grieving teen like a thick blanket. All she wanted was to find herself back in her bedroom, even if that horrid marriage deal was waiting for her if she ever got there. She opened her eyes to the same four walls coated in mould and dirt.
Was she ever going to make it out of here?
Were her parents even searching for her? Had they notified the police? She knew there was very little chance of finding her from the three hour drive from her house to wherever they were, but a small flame of hope lingered in her that help would come soon. She knew Four would have to had chosen somewhere safe if they needed her in good shape. How was Peter doing? He was probably furious, accusing her of leaving on purpose. She scoffed and shook her head. What if he cancelled the deal? If he took back the money that was feeding her family, her parents would be drowned in debt. But what could she do? Staying in this place with no way to escape? A sudden guilt clouded her heart. A single tear rolled down her face.
Soon her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone's loud boots stomping inside her room; Tris's head shot up when she saw it was Max who had entered the room, with a plate of scrambled eggs on a plastic plate with a plastic fork, accompanied by one piece of toast. He put in her hands.
"Eat it; you're not going to get another meal until later this evening, so if I were you I'd make the most of what I'm given." Tris looked down at the plate of warm food in her hands and sighed with disappointment; she was allergic to eggs. There was no way she could eat this.
"Um… I'm sorry, but, I can't eat this." She said quietly, but loud enough for Max to hear.
He stopped at the door and turned around to face her. "And why the hell not? Not good enough for you, is it? Well, next time we might not be so generous as to even give you breakfast." He glared at her.
"No, no! It's not that, I swear! I'm allergic to eggs, if I eat them my throat will tighten and I'll need to be brought to the hospital for a special shot!" she pleaded.
He stared at for a moment. "I don't believe you, don't be so fussy next time, now eat them. You've got to have your strength so you don't pass out on us." He raised in his hands in mock terror.
"Hey! I'm being serious!" She stood now, angry that this meathead wouldn't even believe her.
He took a few steps towards her, raising a brow. "Don't give me an attitude, girly. Or do you want a black eye?"
She raised her chin in fake confidence and inched her face closer to his. "I am not pretending. And I am not going to eat something that could possibly kill me." She said strongly, raising her voice a tad.
Max wrapped his hands around her neck. "Eat the damn meal or it won't be the eggs doing the throat tightening." He threatened.
Her knee struck, catching Max's groin that nearly doubled him over. His hands released her neck immediately.
But it was a mistake.
"You little…" He trailed off, too focused on the pain he was currently experiencing.
"What's going on in here?" Four appeared in the doorway, taken aback by the scene in front of him.
Max stood one leg at a time with a pained look on his face. "This little bitch has been seriously misbehaving." He thundered, moving towards her so he could possibly punch her daylights out. She squinted her eyes shut, ready for the pain.
But no! The blow never came. She opened one eyelid to see what was happening. Max was cutting open her bonds and Four was walking her instead, with metal chains.
Confused, she looked at him with a puzzled expression. He gave a blank look back at her. "This is what happens, girly, when you think you can disobey the rules. You'll learn that if you ever step out of line again, your sanctuary will be much worse. Also, just so you definitely understand, seeing as your so thick, no food for two days."
Four finished tying her to the metal pole, hands and feet. A pissed off look on his handsome features.
"Do you understand me?" Max yelled in her face.
"Yes." She answered quietly.
"Yes what?" He cocked an ear at her mouth.
"Yes…sir?" She hoped it was the right answer.
He nodded his head in approval, thinking of how it sounded. "Good, I like it."
Both men started towards the door, taking the plate with them.
"And Blondie?" She turned her face towards the door.
"Next time, just eat the stupid eggs." Four said, rolling his eyes and shutting the heavy door shut.
The last that was heard was her frustrated scream from her lonely room, cut off by the sound of the heavy door closing.
Helloooooo, sorry these chapters are short, I'm just getting started and soon enough they'll be nice and long. :)
