A/N: Hello Everyone! I just wanted to let you know that this chapter contains several triggers. WARNING: This chapter contains a semi-graphic Nonconsensual scene. If you are not fond of those, I would suggest you skip this chapter. The next chapter will discuss what happens in less detail as it will be from Peter's POV instead of Tris.
For those of you who listen to music while reading, I would recommend Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation. I had that song on repeat while I wrote this chapter.
Enjoy!
Eyes on fire
Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze
And just in time
In the right place
Steadily emerging with grace
Eyes on Fire-Blue Foundation
Chapter 5: Eyes on Fire
My stomach woke me up the next morning; I was incredibly hungry. I was given a bowl of soup and a piece of bread every day, not enough to satisfy my hunger, but just enough to keep me alive. The dauntless woman who brings it never bothers to look at me. She merely opens the door, sets down the tray, and backs away before I can protest. It was my only indication of a new day beginning. My measly rations were set in their usual place by the door while I was asleep. I approached the food, still on edge from when Peter grabbed me in the night. Maybe I could ask Peter to sneak me something else in the future next time he sneaks up on me. The bowl of soup was still warm when I cupped it in my hands. I tried my best to pace myself while eating, but I always end up devouring it anyway. I had given up on the idea of it being drugged long ago, I needed my strength. I had a small frame to begin with, but I've lost both weight and muscle mass in my time here — each rib was visible on my torso.
I hadn't noticed Eric enter the room. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed. If he wasn't such a sociopathic dick, I might have thought he was handsome. He looked weary, as if he hadn't slept in days— his hair was disheveled, stubble visible around his mouth, and dark circles hung under his bloodshot eyes.
"Feel like talking today?"
"Depends on what you want to talk about," I snap. The last thing I want is for things to go as far as they did last time, but I won't surrender any information this early, even if it is false.
"Quit playing around, you know exactly what I'm talking about." He pushes himself off the wall and stumbles toward me, "Tell me. Where is Four?" I can smell alcohol on his breath from where I stand. I take several steps back. It would be impossible to fight him off in my weakened state.
"I don't know," I grit my teeth. Eric grabs my shoulders, forcefully slammed me into the wall and holds me there with one arm. He leans in close to my face and searches my eyes for something, anything.
"Stop acting so Goddamn stupid! Do I need to remind you of what will happen if you don't start talking," Eric seethes. I remain expressionless, staring him straight in the eye. It took every ounce of my control to keep from shaking when he threatens me. "I didn't know you were a masochist," He smirks taking a step back to eye my body, "I guess I should've expected it. Stiffs get off on beating their children, don't they?"
"Go to hell!" I kick him hard in the shin and pivot to the side in an attempt to escape as he releases his hold on my shoulders momentarily in surprise. When he recovered, I was shoved back into the wall face first. I manage to turn my head in time to avoid crushing my nose. His body encases me in a steel-like trap. My cheek stings from the impact. I squirm desperately in an attempt to see the light fixture over our heads; I couldn't afford to miss Peter's signal.
"If I didn't know you better, I'd think you enjoyed our time together." I can feel him grind his hips into me as a reminder of what will happen next. He releases my shoulders and places one hand at the small of my back, keeping me pinned to the wall. The other hand plays with the short hem of my dress. I look again to the lights only to see them remain unchanged. Was he going to dim them or turn them all off at once? I feel a gnawing spasm of anxiety erupt in my stomach. What if I miss his signal? What if he forgets about our plan?
"You're sick," I wince as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my thigh.
"Careful, Stiff. As much as I love spending time with you, I have a rather important mission to attend to." I have to push hard against the wall with both hands to create enough space to breathe. I can feel his hardened cock grinding into my lower back, while his hand continues its journey up my dress. I was becoming desperate for Peter's signal.
"If I tell you where he is, will you let me go?" His grip on me loosens slightly. He isn't expecting me to try to bargain for my freedom yet.
"Something like that, if you behave," Eric says, the smile in his voice was obvious. Of course he wouldn't release me. As soon as he completes his mission for Erudite, I was completely disposable to him.
"Well I don't know where he is," I insist. I shiver slightly as the zipper on the back of my dress is tugged down, exposing my back to the cold air. Any minute now, I assure myself. Peter will give me his signal; I just need to hold on a little longer.
"So we have to do things the hard way again. Trust me Tris, I don't mind fucking you for information. It's one of the highlights of my career. I'll be honest; I was hoping you'd say no. I've been looking forward to fucking you senseless," He forcefully lifts my dress over my head and discards it to the ground. His body was still trapping me against the wall but not as harshly. His hands roam my body freely and I feel him place a chaste kiss the back of my neck. I shudder as I consider how many others were victims to his cruel methods.
"I said I don't know where he is!" I gasp out. I stiffen when I hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he unfastens it. What the hell was Peter doing? Was this all a sick joke?
"Put both your hands on the wall," Eric instructs, his hot breath hitting the shell of my ear, "I don't want to ruin your pretty face when I fuck you up against the stone." The only thing protecting me from another invasion is my underwear and Eric is already removing them, exposing my entire back side. I am slightly relieved that Eric can't see my face and witness my resolve crumbling by the second. I bite my lip and stare at the wall. I thought I saw the lights flicker but I wasn't sure. If Peter didn't step in soon, I will take matters into my own hands, or fists. As if reading my mind, the lights in the room began to dim slightly, the shadows of the room growing with the receding light. Eric doesn't seem to notice.
"Wait!" I cry out just as Eric sank a single digit into my dry core. He withdraws his finger and chuckles.
He spits on his hand and spreads it over his cock. "Is this triggering your memory? I don't take orders from Stiffs. Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll hear what you have to say." He positions his member at my entrance.
"Please stop!" I cry out desperately. I can feel the pressure of his head pushing against my core. I struggle against him, desperate to get away.
"That's better." He doesn't pull out, much to my discomfort, but he did stop his intrusion. The head of his cock is inside of me.
"Amity," I gasp out. Eric stops trying to force his way into me and spins me around to face him.
"What did you say?" We both are panting.
"He might have gone back to the Amity compound. They've provided a place for refugees to go." I do my best to look him straight in the eye as I bluff. I'm feeling extremely exposed as I wrap my arms around myself protectively.
"See, that wasn't so hard," Eric shoves my back into the wall, a grin plastered to his face.
"You didn't make it easy," I respond through gritted teeth. Eric's grin fades as he stares down at me, his dark eyes piercing mine again, as if searching for something. I look away from his intense glare in submission, hating myself for surrendering to him.
"Look at me!" Eric grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eye. "You think you can fucking lie to me?" My cheek stung after he brought his hand down, slapping it with enough force to cut my lip. I suck myself into the wall, suddenly feeling small as his hand reached out toward me again. I flinch, expecting another slap but instead feel his fingers gently wipe the blood away from my lip. He laughs at my response and runs his fingers over my jawline. He was touching me as if he was my lover, not my rapist. His quick change from violent to gentle confuse me.
He forces my legs open and enters me forcefully, burying himself to the hilt. I bite my lip in order stifle a scream. I dig my nails into the flesh of his back, drawing blood. He groans but I can't tell if it is from the pain or pleasure.
"I didn't lie to you!" I screech. Eric had stepped away from the wall, forcing me to wrap my arms and legs around him to avoid being dropped.
"Four doesn't deserve you! Why are you so devoted to him? For all you know, he could be banging some other girls behind your back." A loud knock on the door stops Eric from continuing.
"What?" He barks angrily. He sat on the lower bunk and gripped my thigh with one hand to keep me glued on top of him, the other pinned my arms behind my back. I squirm, trying to free my arms again. I want nothing more than to rip the piercings out of his skin and cause him as much pain as he was inflicting on me. His eyes darken in pleasure and I stop moving.
"We've received a report from the fence. A group of Insurgents penetrated our gates this morning and ran toward Amity headquarters. Two men are down, sir." A voice calls from behind the door. Eric locks his eyes with my watery ones and I try not to look shocked at the announcement. Could Tobias really be heading to Amity?
"Send Peter to investigate it, now! I'll be there later." He narrows his eyes, as if calculating an intense equation in his head.
"Yes sir," The voice answers and stomps away.
"I overestimated you, Stiff." He squeezes my waist and forces my body down on his cock again.
"We had a deal. I tell you were Four is and you let me go," I respond, clawing at his hands.
"Not so fast. We aren't done until Four's body is cold. Until then, you're mine."
"I would rather die first." I say through gritted teeth. A pained expression flashes across Eric's features for a split second but was immediately masked.
"I'm afraid that isn't an option." His lips crash onto mine and I struggle to breathe again. He dug his nails into my back, making my mouth open in a whimper. He forces his tongue into my mouth and I try to force him out. I manage to bite down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. I gasp for air when he pulls his mouth away.
"Death is always an option," I respond, licking the blood from my lips. I wasn't lying this time and he knew it. He shoves me off his lap and pushes me onto the bunk head first. He forces my hips back and enters me from behind. I bite the blanket to keep myself from screaming in frustration. My hands are free but I was too weak to fight him, all of my muscles ached. Instead, I grab the blankets and anchor myself to them. The physical pain is bearable but the emotional pain and frustration brings tears to my eyes. I feel like I'm in the fear simulation again— fighting the emotions that keep me from thinking rationally—except I can't control anything. I am completely helpless. The weight of the situation crashes down on my shoulders. Peter wasn't going to save me—this really was a sick joke. Is he trying to get me back for placing ahead of him when he failed to push me into the chasm?
"It isn't an option. If you ever try to off yourself, I will hunt down everyone you love and kill them in front of you. Did you know your brother showed up at Erudite yesterday? I was about to splatter his brains across the wall, but it turns out he's been working for the Erudite, all this time. Did you know that?" I remain silent. I don't believe him. He slaps my ass and pushes my trembling body deeper into the mattress.
"Answer me! Did you know your brother fucking betrayed you? He chose faction over blood," I gasp for breath when he releases me.
"No! You're lying!" I scream. The edges of my vision where darkening as I try to fill my lungs with oxygen. The back of my throat aches from trying to hold back tears.
"You will answer me when I ask you a question. If you don't, your brother just might find himself at the bottom of the chasm. Do you want that?" Eric barks. His thrusts are becoming more desperate. He is close. I only have to wait a little longer and this would all be over—for now.
"No," Angry tears escape and travel down my face.
"Good. I knew you were smart. If only Four were here to see this. He might have bested me in initiation training, but I'm the first to fuck his girl. Maybe when I find him we can give him a show," Eric says. He lets out a low groan and finishes inside of me. I can feel his breath tickle my back as he lingers, before pulling out.
I relax slightly when I hear him fasten his belt. I don't bother watching him leave. Instead I curl into myself and wish I could disappear.
"Remember, you're mine," He says before the door closes behind him with a thud.
"Never," I whisper again to myself. He and Peter will pay for this, in blood.
A/N: This chapter was pretty dark. It was pretty difficult to write but it serves a purpose, I promise. Don't worry though; there will be more Peter/Tris moments in the next chapter! If you need a happy song to listen to after reading this, I would recommend Lollipop by MIKA and All About Us by He is We. I have a poll on my profile regarding this story. I would love to get some feedback from my readers, so if you could check it out and vote, I would appreciate it!
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