Within the next few days, I learn never to challenge Eric. He's too strong, and doesn't show the least bit of remorse when he beats me up. In fact, he acts as if he likes it.
By the end of the week, my whole back is covered in bruises, and there's a huge scratch down the back of my leg. I haven't had enough food, and every time I stand, I feel dizzy.
Eric unlocks my door, and I walk out, not protesting. He chains my feet together, and I walk in the kitchen, obediently making him breakfast. He circles me like a vulture, always prodding me and running his hands down my sore back.
By the time breakfast is done, I expect Eric to give me some sort of chore, like cleaning the attic, but instead he calls me over to the couch.
I obey, and scoot uncomfortably to where Eric is standing. My eyes meet his icy glare, and I feel myself shivering. I silently tell my self to snap out of it. I'm strong, and I will stay strong.
"So Tris, I need you to do me a favour." Eric says carelessly. He plays with the rings around his fingers. "You know you've been here a week now, and today is Sunday."
He looks at me, waiting for me to answer.
"Ya." I say, my voice cracking.
Eric stands up and shoves me backwards. When I first came, I would've been able to stay upright, but a week of labor and lack of food has made me extremely weak. I stumble to the ground, and my elbow hits the floor.
"What did I say, about you addressing me?" Eric whispers.
"I'm sorry." I murmur. Eric slaps me across the face.
"I'm sorry master." I correct myself.
"That's better." Eric settles down. "Go to your room. Someone's going to address you later. We have a party to start."
I allow Eric to undo my chains, and he grabs me by the hair, pulling me to my room. He closes the door, and comes back later with a torn blanket, a loaf of stale bread, three apples and a hunk of cheese. He throws them at me.
"Next weeks supplies. Use them wisely."
I gratefully hug the blanket as the door locks. I was so cold the past week, sleeping on nothing but a cement floor. Even though the blanket is torn, and extremely thin, I clutch onto the blanket, and manage to fall asleep.
I wake up to the door opening, and I scramble up as Eric appears.
"This is my friend, Peter. He'll get you ready. Then you better be ready to party." Eric leaves, and a boy steps into my room.
He can't be much older than me, and I recoil as he steps in. His eyes are just a evil as his fathers.
"So you're my buddy's girl huh?" Peter steps towards me. "Not bad I admit, but I think he should've chosen someone with some curves."
Peter looks at me, and I feel extremely self conscious. I'm standing in front of him, with an oversized, dirty tee shirt, and he's polished up and looking like a prince compared to me.
Peter opens his backpack, and dumps out a bunch of clothes. In the dim light, I can't see them very well, but I can tell they are bright red.
Peter shoves me to a wall and I shriek. He roughly removes my t-shirt and hands me the top piece. He looks away as I struggle into the clothes. When I'm finished, Peter turns around, and grins.
The clothes are horrible. It seems every it of my skin is showing, except for my most intimate parts. I feel like I'm wearing a bathing suit with holes cut out everywhere except my chest and my butt. I feel like the whole outfit will snap if I even move a bit.
"Pity that Eric call dibs on you. You look decently attractive with that on." Peter says. He smiles innocently, and for a second, I almost catch a glimmer of hope.
"Can you help me?" I ask desperately. Peter looked like he was going to smirk, but then he somehow caught himself.
"Of course Tris." His voice sounded so genuine, so true, that I knew all was going to be okay. I dismissed everything bad is seen about him. He was going to help me, he was here for me.
Then Eric came in and ruined everything.
"Get her ready. People are coming." He said.
Peter whispered something into his ear, and Eric's eyes glinted dangerously. But Peter whispered something else, and his eyes softened, and he started laughing.
They both exited the room, leaving me confused, but hopeful.
Outside, I heard people talking and I heard glasses clinking. By the time Eric can to grab me, the whole house was filled with drunken men.
For the first time, I was unchained. Unfortunately, every window and every door was also chained. I couldn't get out anyways. I strained to find Peter, and I found him, standing with Eric.
Eric was drunk, and naturally, the first thing he did was punch me. He laughed, and staggered away.
As soon as he left, Peter leaned down to examine my face. "Are you okay?"
"Ya I'm fine." I looked up at him with hope.
"I'm getting you out, don't worry." Peter promised. My heart filled with relief.
The rest of the night was horrible. Eric didn't drink too much after, and by the end he began coming to his senses. His friends, however, were drunk and crazy. Hot, sweaty bodies slipped and fell, and I was beginning to choke in the horrible heat.
Suddenly Eric's voice rose above the noise. He wasn't drunk at all, and I could tell from the toe of his voice. "Hey everyone! Want to see a show?"
Everyone cheered, and my heart dropped as Eric grabbed me, and led me to the middle of the room. In the middle, Eric bound my hands together, and with the crowd cheering him on, he punched me.
The men hooted and hollered as I doubled over in pain. Eric began to kick me, and he lifted me up like a bag of flour over his head. Everyone yelled and laughed as Eric slammed me to the ground. I screamed as my body hit the floor. All the wind was knocked out of me, and I couldn't breath. This is the end. I was going to die here, beaten to death in front of a crowd.
Suddenly, Peter appeared and grabbed me. The men shouted in protest as he carried me away, and I felt hands trying to block him. Eventually, we were able to untangle our selfs from the crowd. I looked back, expecting to see Eric right behind, but he was still in the middle, and he was grinning.
I followed Peter up the stairs and behind a door. I collapsed and began catching my breath, desperately trying to numb the pain in my side.
After about five minutes, I realize Peter had not said a thing. I looked up at him. I was about to thank him, but I was stopped.
Peter's eyes glittered with evil.
"Peter?" I whispered.
Peter locked the door, and turned on me. Immediately I knew this was a trick, and I ran, but instead stumbled and tripped over the bed.
"Peter you said you were going to help me!" I screamed.
Peter laughed. "You believed that? You're just as desperate as Eric said you were."
My eyes widened in shock.
"I told him, that if he let me have you, I'd hurt you ten times more then him." Peter advanced on me. "I've waited a long time to do this again, Tris."
Peter lunged at me, tackling me. I crashed to the ground, and Peter took the rope to tie my hands back together again. He threw me onto the bed, and tied my hands to the headrest.
"NO!" I screamed. "STOP!"
Peter was laughing, and he took a knife from the bedside table to cut away my costume. He removed his shirt, and pinned me under him.
I screamed, desperately trying to get away as Peter ripped away my clothes, leaving my completely naked. His mouth met mine, and I screamed as his tongue intruded my mouth. He squirmed on top of me, his arms on my breast as he kissed me.
"Stop!" I screamed in between gasps. "Stop it!"
"You think this is the worst?" Peter taunted.
Peter unbuckled his pants, and I felt a belt slap me in the side of my face. I screamed, momentarily dazed, as Peter wrenched my legs apart, tying each one to either side of the bed.
He licked my body greedily, sucking on my breasts and clawing at my skin. I felt him remove his pants, and without warning, he plunged deep into me.
"ARGHH!" I howled in pain as he thrust his was into me, robbing me of my innocence.
Peter laughed and moaned in pleasure as he went faster and harder, tearing my insides apart.
"Aw, your so tight!" Peter threw his head back in delight, and I felt him give one last deep thrust, as he released himself into me.
I heard the door unlock, and Eric stepped in, laughing. It was obvious that he loved seeing my pain. He came over, and Peter exited me.
I gasped and sobbed as Eric untied my legs and flipped me over onto my stomach.
"Get her on her knees Peter." Eric growled.
I felt Peter lift my stomach up and put two pillows under them.
Without warning, Eric plunged deep into me, and I screamed. My insides were on fire, and I almost blacked out as Eric stabbed into me. He moaned with delight, and grabbed my breasts. I felt his fingers dig into my skin, and I screamed as his penis slammed into me over and over again.
During this, I was aware that Peter had untied me from the headrest. He turned my head towards him, and before I could even react, his penis entered my mouth. I choked and gagged as he grabbed my hair and pushed my head towards him. I couldn't even breath, and I felt tears stream down my face.
"That shut her up!" Eric laughed, and he spilled into me. I felt his juices explode inside of me, and I completely blacked out.