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TRIS POV:

Alex continues to get closer and closer to me. He moves from kissing my cheek and starts to nibble on my ear. I shiver, but not in the way I do when Tobias does this.

"Come on, Tris," he whispers. "You know you like this. " He puts his hand on the small of my back.

"No, I actually don't. I find this quite revolting, really." I spit my words at the stupid initiate like cold fire. "Now get off me!"

He grins cockily and pulls me closer to his chest. I gag. "Make me," he retorts and starts to suck and nip at my skin. I gasp lightly and he grins. "Do you like how I make you feel?" he purrs.

"Come back when your name is Four." He shrugs and holds on to my hips. Alex then moves down from my face to my neck. I bite my tongue until it starts gushing blood. He smirks when he feels my nervous breaths quicken.

"I could make you scream more than your stupid boyfriend ever could." I squirm under Alex's grip as he puts his hand on my stomach. He groans.

"I bet you could," I agree, a smug smile beginning to grow on my face. Alex smiles back and seems to be struggling to keep his pants on. "But only in disgust. Plus, do you really want Four's leftovers? I can assure you that we've definetly done it." I know we haven't, but maybe this will drive Alex away. His smile immediately turns into an angry scowl, and he moves his hands up to my breasts. Welp, there goes that idea.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut before things get worse for you," Alex says winking and laughing when he sees my eyes widen in panic. This pig absolutely disgusts me. I scream. He feels my breasts and even kisses my shirt. My face pales and then I turn green. I'm going to be sick.

Then, he stops. "I think that's enough to satisfy me for today," he says. He gives me a slow kiss on my lips, and I sure don't return it. "I guess Peter can deal with you tomorrow. By the way, you're hot when your helpless and angry." He walks out of the room. I steal a glance to the camera. My eyes water. I am so sorry, Tobias. I lay against the wall, not able to sleep this awful night.

I hollowly look toward the door the next morning. The door swings back open and this time Peter emerges, just as I expected. He has that evil grin that I wish so very badly I could slap off. Too bad I'm a worthless, dirty, tied up piece of shit right now. Don't think of yourself like that, Tobias' voice echoes in my head. I shake my head sadly. I must not have been paying attention that well because Peter's fist meets my stomach. I cry out.

"A little weakling, are we?" Peter taunts. "Maybe if you beg I'll go easier on you. Come on, just beg a little." I shake my head defiantly and his fist strikes my stomach again. And again. And again. Tears stream down my eyes and I try to curl up in a ball. But then Peter starts kicking my sides. I whimper. No, I have to be strong. I don't want Tobias to see me in pain. Not my friends, either. I sigh and get up to kneel on my knees. He growls and starts hitting, kicking, slapping, and even whipping me all over. He aims his belt at my cheek and I feel a sharp burning pain where it hit. But I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. You can handle this, Tris. I turn my gaze away from Peter and directly into the lenses of the camera. I love you all. Before I know it, spots are in my vision. I collapse and everything goes black.

TOBIAS POV:

We watch as Alex, one of my new worst enemies starts nibbling on Tris' ear. I bite my lip. I can almost feel the terror burning out of my girlfriend's eyes.

"That asshole!" Christina screeches. "I'm going to rip his throat out!" Will and Zeke both nod gravely. I'm pretty sure everyone wants to kill these two by now. I mean, really. They've locked us in the control room so that we have to watch them violate Tris. I'm pretty sure Alex may have already touched her within a few hours more than I have in a year. My fists clench.

"You know you like this," He whispers huskily. Shauna cringes as well as Lynn.

"No, I actually don't," Tris spits, fury overpowering the fear in her eyes. "I find it quite revolting, really." That's my girl. He pulls her toward his chest and my legs start shaking. Zeke puts his hand on my shoulder and gives me a look of sadness. Tris doesn't deserve this.

"Now get off me!"

"Make me." Alex starts nipping and sucking on my Tris' skin. My face goes red from anger.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" I shout at the screen. I look around the room and everyone is staring at Alex with cold fury. Christina walks closer to the screen. Will and Lynn cover their eyes. I'm sure I would too, but I'm too busy worrying about every movement Alex makes.

"Come back when your name is Four," Tris growls. My chest lightens slightly and my blood warms as if the sun melted the ice that had hardened a few hours ago. I needed that. But my blood chills again when Alex starts violating my tied-up girlfriend once more.

"I could make you scream more than your stupid boyfriend ever could."

"I bet you could," she agrees, and a smug smile grows on her face. Alex squirms. Take your pants off, I fucking murder you right now. "But only in disgust. Plus, do you really want Four's leftovers? I assure you that we've definitely done it." What? Me and Tris never had sex. Zeke gives me look of question and I shake my head. Then, I realise her plan. She's trying to drive him away. But Alex keeps on going which means it didn't work. He says something that I can't hear and shifts his hands up to her breasts. No, no, NO. Tris looks as if she is going to throw up, and I can't blame her.

Alex eventually leaves, giving her a slow kiss on the lips before he exits. I spit. But things get worse. Tris gives us all a sorry look into the camera, and I feel my heart split even more than it already has. I just want to feel her warmth next to me again. I just want to kiss her and tell her she's beautiful and that's she's my everything. I want to hug her and cuddle her in our bed. I want to stare into her glowing eyes and lean in close. I want to whisper things in her ear that make her giggle. I want to play fight her like we do in the morning. I want to sit next to her and our friends at lunch and talk about the silly things that don't matter. I want everything with her. But I don't want to see her in this phyical and emotional pain. It makes me want to be brave and take her place. By now I would have gladly volunteered. I never want to see this happen to you. To anybody. A few of us start crying. We all spend the night in the control room, too grave and shocked to fall asleep. I stare at a haunted-looking, wide awake Tris the whole entire night.

Peter comes in Tris' room the next morning. His fists meet her stomach and she crys out in agony.

"A little weakling, are we?" Peter taunts. "Maybe if you beg I'll go easier on you. Come on, just beg a little." Tris is anything but weak. He punches Tris' stomach again and again and again. My eyes water. She curls in a ball and he just kicks her ribs. Tris whimpers.

She then does something we don't expect her to do. Tris gets on her knees and leaves almost her entire body exposed to Peter. We all gasp in surprise. Peter lashes out hitting, and kicking, slapping, and whipping her. My eyes go dark and I think about Marcus briefly. I turn my gaze back to the screen. Tris has pain written all over her face, but she refuses to let out a single noise. She gasps slightly and turns her gaze away from her attacker. His belt strikes at her cheek but she bites it and focuses her eyes on the camera and her eyes seem to say: I love you all. After a few more strikes, she looks as if she is going to faint. Soon enough she does. Her eyes roll back, her knees wobble, and she falls backward. Peter gives her one last strike with the belt and exits the room with a smug smile on his face. I growl loudly. Nobody deserves this kind of torture. Nobody. I turn to my friends.

"We have to get out of here."