"YOU DID WHAT? AND WHEN!?" I yelled, accidentally knocking over my chair as I stood up in surprise.

"I left Hart's ridiculous army last night."

"HOW?" I was almost crying with joy, the hope that it was possible to get away.

"By train." Tobias was smiling.

"I heard a train yesterday morning!" I exclaimed.

"5:13?"

"That's the one!" I beamed.

"That is the train I took, number 404." He told me. "I'm in the engine, sleeping. I'm going to ride to the end of the line, then see what's there for me."

"Where are you now?" I asked him, squeezing his hand.

"I'm probably around LA, not very excited. Bad stuff happened in LA."

"Wait... you got outside, so you know where we are. where are we? Or rather, where am I?" I hung on to his every word.

"You're in South Carolina right now. Hart had you guys on a boat for a while, but now you're just in an underground place." He checked his watch. "It's after 8, why aren't you awake yet?"

"I don't know...something has to be wrong." I winced as pain flashed across my stomach. "And something is wrong...got to go!" I waved as I was dragged back to reality.

"You're finally awake." Peter sneered.

I was back on the floor, chained, fully unclothed as well as Peter. Bianca and Mr. Hart were watching, as if watching a boring R rated movie. I closed my eyes, wanting sleep again, but my wish was not granted. I screamed as Peter scratched my stomach again with his knife, and he slammed me again. I smiled as I finally got to sleep again, only to soon be awakened again.

The next time I was awake, Bianca tossed me my training clothes and gear and motioned me to the training room. I followed her, curious as to where she was taking me, but what I saw when she led me through a doorway horrified me.

There was a girl around my age standing there, and I recognized her as Sam almost immediately. Peter was there also, and he lifted his belt once he knew I was watching. I could not turn away when the belt came down on her back, tearing her jacket and part of her shirt. I tore my eyes away after a few lashes, not capable of watching anymore. "Why did you bring me here?"

Peter handed me the belt. My skin crawled as he led my hand through the motion. He pointed at Sam. "Sam and Holden are in relationship."

I swallowed. "What - what's wrong with that? What's going on?"

"No relationships allowed, Stiff!" Peter yelled in my ear.

"S - stiff?" I stuttered. I was scared of Peter, and Hart, and even Bianca, but mostly Peter. He knew everything about me.

"Stiff. You don't respond to my dominance. You need to be forced." His voice was hot against my ear. "I will throw knives at Sam. If she flinches, if she is scared at all, you will whip her until I tell you to stop." I shivered.

Peter made Sam stand against the wall, and he picked up three knives. Sam avoided my eyes, looking at he floor. I tried to buy her some time to run, because I had a feeling that Peter was going to seriously harm her. "Why - why no relationships allowed, Peter?"

He stared at me, and I could almost feel his eyes burning through my flesh. "Love distracts you. It makes you weaker. It is not allowed in our army." He drew his knife back to throw.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Wait. Don't do this to her... do it to me. Throw the knives at me." I ran forward and shoved Sam out of the way, taking her place in front of the wall. Peter gritted his teeth and handed Sam the whip, taking his aim.

I felt the first knife go in between two of my fingers. I flinched the tiniest bit, but I hope Peter didn't see it.

The second knife went right below my chin, and a few locks of hair dropped down to my feet. I was determined not to move, but my eyes followed the hair down to the floor.

The third knife tore my cheek. I closed my eyes and gasped as blood ran down the side of my face, as well as tears. Peter smirked. "Sam, that's ten lashes for your oh so sweet cousin."

Peter forced me to curl up in a ball, and Sam tentatively brought the belt down on my back. There was a sound of a fist connecting with a jaw, and I saw Sam fall to the floor with a bruise on her mouth. Peter took the belt himself and brought the belt down ten times on my back before letting Bianca take me back to my coffin. When she tossed me an ice pack, it connected with my stomach and I doubled over. When I was laying down, she closed the coffin.

I swore I'd leave the next night.