I DON'T OWN ANYTHING
Hey guys sorry but I thing I'll only be able to write chapters 4 and 5 because I'm really tired. And I'll won't update until next Monday or Wednesday. Sorry
FYI: There is rape in this chapter too.
Tris POV
Suddenly a strong hand grabs my wrist. What the hell?
Then the other hand snakes around my face; to cover my mouth.
"Stop screaming, bitch! Do you want someone to hear us?" I recognize his voice. Eric. He drags me around the corner; still kicking and screaming against him. He too big and strong for me to fight. I see something shine in the moonlight; a knife. Not again. I scream even louder. He press the knife against the skin behind my ear. I feel something warm roll along my neck, blood. When he turns me around to face him; he dips his head down and kisses me. Hard. My lip is hurting, he bit it.
His hand wander up my dress with both my wrists in his other hand. He pushes me into a wall, hitting my head on the concrete. He drop the knife a while ago, it's a couple meters behind him. I try to knee him in the groin, but his hand stops in the nick of time. "Stop moving! Stand still and stop making noise, unless you want me to take it out on Four? Or is it Tobias?" I freeze at name. Tobias. How does Eric know about Tobias. How does he know Tobias's real name? I can't let Tobias get hurt again! Tobias always told me; Be Brave. Is this really brave though, letting a strong man take advantage of me? I'll do it for Tobias. Eric's hand releases my wrists and brings both of his hands to the collar of my dress.
In one swift movement, he rip my dress down the middle. I let the tears roll down my face silently. His hands squeeze my breasts, leaving bruises. I whimper slightly causing him to lose all self-control; ripping off my underwear. I hear him unzipping his own pants. I squeeze my eye shut as he positions himself over my slit. Just like Marcus, I'm not ready for something that large. Maybe Marcus was right. Maybe I am just a worthless piece of meat. I know I am; for a fact. Eric spilled a little faster than Marcus, and instead of it being lukewarm; Eric's was a little bit warmer. I don't know, maybe I'm just in too much agony. I don't want to think about it. I let a sigh of relief when he pulls out. My legs are numb again, I can't stand. I just sit there, bringing my legs to my bare chest.
"If you tell anyone about this, about me, I'll kill your little boy toy. You hear me Stiff?" he spits at me. I nod. "Good see you in few days."
"A few days?" my voice is shaky.
"I have needs too, Stiff." He smirks and struts off like nothing just happened.
I put my head down, between knees and begin to sob. I keep my head down until I have no more tears. I hear footsteps approach me, cautiously. "I can't take anymore tonight. Please leave." Someone sits next to me, rubbing my back; I flinch at the touch. "Don't touch me!" I scream.
"We've been looking for you." Susan says gently. When I look at her, I throw my arms around her shoulders and start crying again. When did I get so emotional? She freezes at my touch, but then hugs me back. "Tris, what happens to cloths?"
"They got r…ripped u...pp" I say through a sob.
"Who did this to you?!" she asked worried.
"That doesn't matter. How long have I been gone?" I say trying to change to subject.
"Tris, stop trying to change the subject! You always ask about the time! Who did this?" Wow she knows me.
"I don't know. It was too dark. How long?"
"About a hour." she sounds disappointed. "I'm going to go grab you a towel, be right bac-"
"No! Please don't leave me." I cut her off
"Are you going to walk into the dorms naked?" she looks confused.
"I'll wrap my old dress around me. There are four sixteen year old boys in there; plus an eighteen year old boy! You think I'm going to walk in there butt naked?" I say
"And Marcus…" Susan says to herself, aloud.
"What?" I snap
"Oh… Marcus is there, looking for you."
Damn it! He'll see me walk through the dorms, butt naked and covered in blood. What does he want, round two? I get up, wrapping my torn dress around my midsection; covering the important parts. We start to walk and Susan tells me I was drag five blocks. I can feel my eyelids becoming heavy with every step. By the time we get to the dorms I feel like falling into bed and never getting up.
I see Marcus sitting around the table with my fellow initiates. We have to walk through the dining room to get to our room. I stand up straighter- knowing that Marcus hates slouchy posture- and walk on.
The boys' eyes practically fall out of there sockets. Blush and continue to walk to our room. I notice how Jason's eyes and mouth falls to the ground; he's face was especially red. I get changed; wondering what Marcus wants to talk about. When I turn around I see him, watching me. His eyes are filled with lust and desire. For me?
"How long have you been standing there?" I croak.
"Long enough to know what I want" he sneers.
"Can you tell me what you want?" I say, annoyed. That pop him right out perverted daze.
"Don't talk you me like that, Beatrice. I still own you." He says quietly.
"Sorry sir…" I lift my head and ask him a little more cheerfully "…what can I do for you, sir?"
"That's better you little whore. Now, our last… session, was just so I taking your innocence. Now you need to learn how to pleasure me. I have some… associates who are willing to teach you. But it comes with a price; you have to work for them, no questions asked. I've already agreed with these terms. I don't mind sharing you for a couple nights." He snickers "Here's the address. You'll tell Jason that you are going to bring clothes and food for my associates and walk away before he has time to question you. If you don't comply, I'll send Sophie out to that house."
"Yes sir. I will go sir."
"Good then I'll see you tomorrow night. Wait until everyone asleep then come to me immediately. Sweet dreams, Beatrice."
A whore? He wants me to be a whore?! Why, so when he calls me a slut or a whore it'll be true! I think he just broke me. I have no reason to live; besides Sophie. I'm done.