I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Tris POV

When Victoria returns she has a man in his mid-thirties, a young man no more than twenty, and Brooke in tow. They all smile at me and shake my hand, expect Brooke; she bear hugs me like we've been friends since birth. I smile at her and try to look comfortable; but on the inside I'm terrified.

"Hello Miss… do you go by Prior or Eaton?" The middle aged man asks me.

"Beatrice is fine," My throat is suffocating me alive. I can barely talk to these people.

"Well then, hello Beatrice and welcome to our family! My name is Keith."

"I'm Bryson, nice to meet you Beatrice." The younger man- Bryson says. He has short, dark hair, green eyes like spinach and I can't help be notice the muscles bulging out of his shirt. He's tall too, I can probably only reach his shoulders. He almost looks like Tobias. The thought of him made the back of my eyes burn. They probably notice how long I stared at Bryson because Brooke and Keith start giggling. Bryson and I both turn red.

"You can stare at each other more in detail when Brooke and I are all done with you." Victoria says snapping me out of my daze. What does she mean by 'more in detail'? I'm getting nervous again. I try to think of anything to get my mind off it.

Brooke gets all excited and squeals "You're going to be the sexy girl in Abnegation!" I blush knowing no one can make me look sexy or even slightly pretty. But I see determination in their eyes. Brooke looks like a giddy little girl waiting for a new toy. Victoria look like an artist, looking at a blank canvas.

I get dragged into a bedroom- more like a dress room- and see a big beautiful vanity. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. There is a bathroom with sweet smelling aroma spilling out. I look to my left and see a huge closet, filled with dresses and shoes. In the corner of the room is a large wooden dresser; it's dyed and polished.

"Hun, can you undress so I can see what we're getting into?" Victoria asks. I feel the heat rushing to my face. My body is flat, curve less; beaten and battered. I nod hesitantly and start to unbutton my jacket. "Beatrice, it's only us. You don't have to be embarrassed." She's trying to comfort me but it won't help. I slip out of the remainder of my clothes and shut my eyes. I don't want to see their faces when the see my bruised ribs and scared back. But they don't say anything. I'm grateful for that.

"Hey Bea, is it okay if I call you Bea?" Brooke asks smiling. I nod and she continues "Why don't you go take a shower. Use the jasmine shampoo and conditioner. Wash your face with the face wash and scrub your body with the lavender soap." I manage a small smile and start walking towards the bathroom "SCRUB YOUR FEET VERY WELL!" Brooke yells as I get to the door.

The shower is already on and the soaps are all out waiting for me. I step into the shower, letting the hot water make me drowsy. Brooke's jasmine products smelled so great, I was almost tempted to eat it. They said take a long shower to relax myself and get ridge of the Abnegation smell on me. I have no clue how long I've been in here. When I get out I notice my gray slacks are gone.

I walk out of the bathroom into the dress room and sit on the little bed. A few minutes later Brooke and Victoria walk in.

"Finally! Okay now that you've token a shower we are going to show you how to do your hair and makeup." Brooke says.

"How long was I in there?" I ask.

"About an hour or two." Victoria answers.

"Okay enough chit- chat let's get to work!" Brooke claps her hands together like a mad scientist and grins at me.

I'm taught how to do my hair in minutes. Victoria will show mw how to do a hairstyle then take it out and have me do it. It takes me twice as long and not nearly as good as when she did it. She say practice make prefect but I'm not perfect. I have a ton of flaws; flat chested, flat ass, long nose, bruises and scars, and Brooke is beautiful; all the right curves and no scarring or bruising.

Brooke teaches me how to do my makeup.

"Winged eyeliner is the hardest thing you could do but it pays off!" she say bringing a black pencil to my eye. I flinch away when it touches my lash line. "It doesn't hurt Bea." I sit still and after a while I open my eyes.

"Drop. Dead. Gorgeous." Brooke pronounces each word slowly. I can't help myself. I grin and jump up and hug her. I forgot why I'm turning so sexy. For Marcus. The thought makes me want to gag.

She takes if off me and I have to reapply the makeup in the same manner. It take a whole another hour to do so. My face doesn't look like my face anymore. It looks like a whore's face. Not innocent little Beatrice anymore. I feel like busting out of this room and sobbing.

"Bea are you… okay?" Brooke asks.

"Yeah, I'm just emotional right now," I say. "I'm going through a lot." I finish.

"Yeah, I remember my first time. I think I was twelve or thirteen…" she looks sad. "…I never got over it. I was raped."

"I'm sorry…" I don't know what else to say. "… I was too," I have never admitted that aloud. I feel filthy and dirty again. "I wish I was strong enough to hurt my attacker, but I can't. You see he's holding something over me, that's why I have to do this." I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"I sorry too, Bea." We look at each other and start laughing. "Look at us. We are messes!" I keep laughing knowing that if I stopped I'd cry. "I think we have bigger things ahead of us. Ready?"

"For what?" I ask, confused.

"They didn't tell you? Well I get I have to be the bearer of bad news, but you come here to learn how to pleasure a man, right?" I nod, shakily. She continues. "Well you kind of learn that stuff from Bryson. Since he's a younger man. Keith would teach you but we though Bryson would be a better choice."

"W… What d…do I h…have to d…do?" I stutter and my hands are shaking.

"Well that's kind of up to him. He is the man after all. Oh I almost forgot!" she runs into the other room and comes back with a bag "Here put these on…" She hands me a blood red and black lace thong and a matching push-up bra; that barely covers anything. And a dress, it's black and goes just passed my butt. I feel awkward and the dress feels too tight.

"Brooke, I don't think I can do this."

"Sure you can! Just go with the flow, literally and hypothetically speaking." She gives me a wink and leads me to a dim room with candles and a huge bed with black and red comforters.

I see Bryson laying on the bed, reading something. I feel a deep ache go into my neck, I yelp out of pain, startling Bryson, I see Brooke in the corner of my eye holding a syringe.

"What the hell was that for?!" I scream at her.

"Sorry, do you want to get pregnant?" she looks innocent.

"You could have warned me!" I let the anger fade.

"I thought it would be quick and painless if I didn't tell you." She smiles at me and leaves. Leaving me alone with Bryson.