Chapter 1:

Hi guys! So here it is, first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think, but no derogatory comments please. Constructive criticism is very welcome though

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. All rights go to Veronica Roth. Bay is mine though!

Thoughts

"Speech"

Bay whimpered in pain as she felt Hunter's fist tighten in her hair, yanking her head back. She tried to stave off the tears that were gathering in her violet eyes, but a shaky sob escaped through cracking lips before she could recapture it. Hunter's breathy moan sounded next her ear and she felt his grip on her hips grow painfully harder. She squeezed her eyes closed and felt a tear slide down her cheek as Hunter shuddered behind her before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

Please be done…

Hunter pushed her away roughly. "You know you deserve this right? If you weren't such a whore I wouldn't have to remind you who owns you…" he sneered, watching her cringe and tug lightly on the ropes that were restraining her wrists to the wooden post.

"I… I'm not a whore…. H-He was just a-a-asking me if I needed help…. I-I had fallen…"

"I don't care what happened!" he screamed, reaching for the riding crop he had used earlier. "You shouldn't have talked to him! You shouldn't even be thinking about other men!"

The riding crop snapped across Bay's ribcage, adding another welt to her growing collection. Bay cried out it pain as Hunter fell into a blind rage, landing hit after hit on the cut and bruised skin across her back and sides.

Please stop….

"Who do you belong to?!" he screamed, bringing his arm down again. "Tell me who you belong to!"

"You…." Bay choked out, her voice sticking in her throat, "I belong to you…"

Hunter dropped the riding crop and crouched, his hand going to her throat. "Don't you forget it!" he spat, tightening his hold and cutting her air supply. Bay nodded quickly, struggling to draw air into her lungs. Hunter's eyes narrowed, searching her face before he pushed her away as if she had burned him. "Fucking whore!" he breathed, turning on his heel and leaving her tied to the post in the cold barn.

Bay curled her knees into her naked chest and sobbed, her head falling against the curve of her scarred thighs as she prayed to every god she could think of.

Let me die….

Eric scrubbed his hands down his face as a sigh rippled up from his chest.

Paperwork…. Paperwork…. Oh look…. More fucking paperwork…. How am I not surprised?

His desk was swimming in papers and report folders, the latest of which involved a cow stampeding through the Pit.

How did that thing even get into Dauntless? I swear… Those Amity fools are probably too high to count their own fingers….

Eric snorted at the thought before groaning when the new receptionist peeked her green head around the corner. Her high-pitched giggle preceded the rest of her body as she entered the office sans permission.

"What do you want, Hailey?" he growled.

"Well isn't it obvious, Eric?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes as a practiced pout fell across her features. She strutted towards him in a fashion that reminded him of a chicken he had seen on one of the Amity farms he had surveyed the week before.

"Not really." He snapped, grinding his teeth together when she invited herself into his lap, running a tapered nail down his chest.

"You're always so tense, Baby." She breathed, pushing her chest against his. Her perfume was overpowering. Eric tried not to choke as the stench overwhelmed his senses.

Good Lord…. Did she take a bath in it?

"So?"

"I can help you with that." She whispered, tugging on his earlobe with her teeth. "I can put a smile on your face."

"You know what would put a smile on my face?" he asked as he trailed his hands down to her hips.

Hailey grinned at her victory before winding her arms around his neck. "What is it, Baby?" she asked, moving to straddle his hips.

"You getting the hell out of my office!" Eric snapped, pushing her off his lap and standing in one motion to tower menacingly over her.

Hailey scowled at him before turning and stomping out to her desk, slamming the door behind her. Eric slumped back into his chair and tried to refocus on the report in front of him, but a knock pulled his glare back to the door.

I swear if it's that skank again…

"What?!" he yelled, clenching his fist.

"In a bad mood already, Eric? It's not even 10." Max stated, sauntering in, leaving the door open behind him.

Eric growled and stood, stalking to the door and slamming it shut. Anything to stay out of Hailey's line of sight.

"Well if you would quit hiring prostitutes in training…"

"What… Hailey? Aww, is a little girl making you uncomfortable?" Max jeered, laughing at the shade of purple that was swiftly becoming Eric's new skin tone.

"What do you want, Max? Cause if you only came in here to make fun of me, then you can get the hell out! I don't need this crap right now!" Eric hissed, considering the gun in his drawer.

Max choked on another laugh and held his hands up in surrender when Eric sent a piercing glare in his direction. "Ok, ok, calm down! Geez!"

"What. Do. You. Want?" Eric ground out.

"Oh I just wanted to tell you that I can't make it to the aptitude testing tomorrow, so I need you to go." Max stated calmly.

"Fine!" Eric snapped. "Is that all?"

"No I think that covers it." Max lied, standing smoothly and walking to the door. He paused after opening it, feigning remembrance at the last possible moment. "Oh there was one more thing…"

"What?"

"You'll be helping Four train the transfer initiates again." He said before slamming the door shut, leaving Eric in stunned silence.

What the….

"Max!"

No fucking way…

"Max get back here!" Eric yelled desperately, throwing his door open to find that the older leader had disappeared.

You have got to be kidding me…

Eric thought, re-entering his office and slamming the door behind him. He flopped back into his chair and scrubbed his hand down his face before swiping a hand across his desk, a frustrated yell escaping his lips.

Kill me now.