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I drift in in out of consciousness, plagues by the evil laughter of Peter and Eric. They follow me, like dark shadows, grabbing at me when I least expect it, until I can't cope with it, and I mentally shut down.
When I finally do awaken, I'm back in my room, sprawled on the floor. My insides burn when every I move, and the floor chills me to the bone. I slowly move myself to a sitting position, but I cry out in pain. I feel extremely cold, and I can't seem to feel my toes.
How long have I been unconscious? The dryness in my throat suggests a few days, but with no time perception, I really don't know. I crawl over the the tap, and turn on the water. I let the murky water run through my finger tips, and I calmly wait until the water runs clear before gulping down handfuls.
Only after this do I realize what has happened. I huddle in a corner, my body shaking from the after shock. Tears begin to stream down my face, and faint gasps escape my mouth. I long for someone to wrap me in their arms, to tell me everything is okay, but after my experience, I doubt I could let anyone touch me.
I wipe my tears, and force my self to eat a apple. The insides are brown from sitting in the room for so long, but I manage to choke it down. I wrap myself in the thin blanket, and take deep breaths.
The door knob begins to turn, and I immediately freeze. His eyes peer through the crack like two lasers, and I cringe as his hand reaches through.
Eric pulls me out by the arm, and I can feel my heart pounding. Blood rushes to my ears and adrenaline pulses through my veins.
"Tris." I shiver as Eric says my name.
Eric directs me to a couch, where he makes me lie down.
"I've missed you Tris." Eric says softly. "Ever since Sunday's party, I feel like I can't get enough of you."
I freeze. "Don't touch me." I'm surprised at how steady I sound.
Eric grins. "Don't touch you? Why Tris, as your master, I am entitled to do what ever I want with you."
Eric leans forward. "You are my property, and I can do anything with you. I can rip you apart, and you'll be powerless to stop it."
Fire courses through my veins, followed by fury. He has no right. No right after all he's done to me.
Eric reaches out to stroke my arm, and I feel fear course through me.
I sit up. "I'm not your anything Eric. I won't be your anything. You'll have to kill me first."
Eric purses his lips together. "It seems, that your having a hard time remembering who I am."
Eric suddenly twists my arm back, and I screech in pain. "I'll help you remember." He whispers.
I scream as Eric drags me behind him. He throws me into a room, and pins me on the ground. I choke, trying to push his knee off my throat, but it's useless. With his free arms, I watch as Eric pulls out a knife, wipes it on my cheek.
"I'm going to make you remember, Tris."
I scream as Eric digs the blade into my arm. My complete arm feels as if it burst into fire, and I feel hot red blood run to the floor. My eyes water and cloud with pain, and I squirm beneath Eric, howling in agony. I hear the blade tear my skin, and eventually, my eyes close, and everything is numb.
After what feels like one second, Eric yanks my head upward. Pain shoots through my arm and I look at it. Blood runs like streams to the floor, and my head feels dizzy from all the blood loss. My bloody fingers are clenched around the dagger that Eric used to maul me. My arm is so useless that it hurts just to hold the weapon.
I'm in so much pain, that I can only moan when Eric shoves me to the floor again, and removes my clothes. I watch as he removes my blood stained top and throws it aside. He jumps on top of me, groping my breasts and kissing my face. His breath quickens, and I feel his wet tongue leave my mouth. I hear him slide his pants off, and he spreads my legs apart. All I can do is squeeze my fingers around the dagger, and brace the pain.
I grunt in pain as he thrusts deep within me, reopening the wounds from last time. I struggle to remain conscious as his manhood plunges into my dry folds, tearing at my soul. Eric laughs in pure pleasure, relishing my pain. He moves with relentless speed, slamming against me so hard that I can feel the impact through my bones. My stomach clenches, and I heave as he retracts, then stabs against me, full force. His hands rest on my breasts, which have turned purple and blue from last time's treatment. Eventually, my screams die away, and I stare off into the distance as Eric pounds against me.
When he releases him self into me, I feel hot, sticky liquid explode within me, and some runs out and onto the floor. Eric stands up, pulling up his pants, and observes my broken body. I must look ridiculous, with a mauled arm and his juices running out of me.
Eric pulls me up, and I ignore the pain in my arm as I follow him.
"Give me some pleasure." Eric sits down on the couch and undoes his belt. Using my free arm, I undo the zipper and release his penis. I crouch below him, and move my hand up and down the shaft. Eric throws his head back in pleasure. His fingers curl through my hair, and I feel tears of pain well up in my eyes.
Eventually, Eric returns me to my room. I fall to the floor, ready to tumble into darkness, when I realize that my bloodied hand has still not let go of the knife.