I'm back, and this time I procrastinated less, which resulted in another chapter after just a day and a half. yeeehaw!
Well, I have to apologize though, because I know I promised you Fourtris this chapter, and, well that'll have to wait until the next chapter. I didn't plan on this to be quite so long, but I got a bit carried away and made this whole thing more detailed and longer.
Part of this is actually based on a dream/ nightmare I recently had. I was scared stiff (haha, no pun intended!). Whatever. I'll just leave you to the chapter now.
Oh and a fair WARNING - Eric is a sick bastard and that reflects in this chapter, so if you're fainthearted, you have been warned.
and as always thanks to Lynda for her advise and time!
TRIS POV
When we leave the room, my heart sinks. I hold on to Tobias's presence and attempt to save me, even though he doesn't even know what he tried to save me from.
Eric roughly grabs my arm and drags me down several unfamiliar hallways. And this time, I don't see anyone on our way. I suspect we are on our way to somewhere private. After many turns and twists we encounter a stairway and go deeper down. I stumble on my way, since I'm way shorter than Eric and not as fast.
As a response he lets go of me and before I can be relieved, he shoves me and I tumble down, hitting my face, my back and every other part of my body. At the end, I just keep down, too much ache in my limbs to even think of moving. The stone floor is smooth and cold, numbing my pain a bit. I really don't want to get up again.
Still, this is just yet another wish of mine that won't be granted and as I hear the approach of heavy footsteps, which most likely belong to Eric, I get moving again and work through the pain. I struggle to my feet and grit my teeth to keep from making a sound. As I look up, I see a by now familiar smirk on Eric's face and a creepy glint in his eyes. So I was right, he enjoys causing pain. Great. Really, just great. I close my eyes as a shiver of dread washes over me. My head is still dizzy and when I take a step forward to keep moving again, my visions swims and my knees stagger and I hold on to what is closest to me, which, unfortunately is Eric.
As I realize that, I quickly let go. However, what happened happened and I can't undo it.
"Who do you think you are that you can just touch me? Don't. Ever. Do. This. Again. You filthy stiff." He asks, his eyes blazing. I shrink back and give him a tiny nod.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. It won't happen again. And please, don't tell Marcus. Please." I plead him, afraid of what will happen to Liz if Marcus knows that I offended Eric.
"What, Stiff? Afraid of your faction leader? My, my. You sure aren't Dauntless material." He taunts me, but I choose to remain silent and to just take it.
When he sees that he won't get a reaction from me, he grabs me once again and we continue our walk.
After about another 10 minutes and three other stairways, we reach a thick door which opens into a dark and cold room with rough stone walls. I don't really have time to examine my surroundings as I'm shoved inside and once again tumble to the ground. I hear the door shut close and find myself in absolute darkness. Relying on my ears, I try to find out where Eric is and what is going to happen. First, a key is turned and I know I'm locked in with Eric in this creepy room. Keep calm.
Then, footsteps. I count seven of them; then the sound of metal on stone and metal on metal. I get the feeling that Eric is gathering tools from somewhere within the room. I wonder how he finds his way in this complete and utter darkness, but he must have memorized where everything was. I can see nothing and hear nothing but the sounds Eric makes. I'm filled with dread and bone deep fear of what is going to happen.
Not really consciously deciding anything, I act on pure instinct. I get to my knees first and then on my feet as silently as possible, hopefully disguised by the sounds Eric makes himself. I tiptoe to where I think the door is and in my concentration, I fail to notice the sudden absence of sound. A moment later, there are even more noise and it is coming towards me with an alarming speed. I try to get away, not caring about being silent anymore. But before I can even make a move, Eric's hands are on me again, trapping me between him and the wall. I feel his foul breath in my face and feel like gagging.
I can't see him, but I'm sure he enjoys this. I tell myself to calm down and to go to a happy place. I know that I shouldn't waste energy on fighting. There is no point doing so. But the logic is drowned by my pure survival instinct.
I shove his chest, but he won't budge. I hit and kick blindly, missing more often than finding my target. Nonetheless, I keep on fighting. When my body starts to feel so weak and tired, I started screaming. I scream and can't find the sense to stop it.
That is, until he puts something into my mouth and gags me effectively. Though that doesn't stop me from trying to scream, it is muffled and not nearly as loud and desperate sounding as before.
He moves on to my hands, securing them one by one to the wall behind me, somewhere above my head. I fight and flail and twist, but he is so much stronger than me and I stand no chance.
The next thing I hear is a ripping sound and then I feel a sudden coldness enclose my body. My dress is gone and I'm standing in nothing but lacy, sexy underwear in front of Eric. In this moment I don't care if he can actually see anything, I just have an overwhelming sense of helplessness as one of my senses is disabled. I can't move and I can't anticipate anything. I just know that it's going to be bad; really, really bad and I can't do anything about it.
His hands cup my face and his thumbs stroke my cheeks. That breaks me out of my frenzy and I freeze.
"I always love it, when you fight. To me, there is nothing more exciting than a struggling and desperate and powerless little girl. It gives me so much pleasure. You know, it makes me feel powerful. Come on, beg some more. Plead to me not to hurt you. Oh, wait you can't speak. Too bad, I guess. Maybe now I have to tell Marcus about my disappointment."
I close my eyes and feel some tears slide down my cheeks, dripping onto my bare chest. Eris must have felt them, because he trails their paths from my eyes, to my chest. Once his hand is there, it doesn't leave. Instead, he feels my breasts through the bra and kneads them hard. Despite everything, it hurts and more tears are coming.
He laughs, enjoying himself immensely.
"Well, stiff, don't you enjoy that? I could enjoy that more, you don't have much, do you?"
Not being able to reply, I lay my head back against the wall in defeat and tell myself over and over again to stop crying, to stop all the emotions and the panic. But I just can't. No matter how hard I try, my body won't listen to me.
Eric's hands get moving again, farther down, and farther down, until they reach the hem of my underwear. As they move I feel a strange sensation in my stomach, it is contracting in a way that could have been delicious if it wasn't for the situation. Now, it evokes nausea and disgust and I start to struggle again.
"Now, now. Don't you like it? Come on, I'm just doing this for you. Be a little grateful." And following some sudden change of mind, he removes my gag and kisses me straight on the mouth. Startled and surprised, I don't have time to move my head to the side, but I also refuse to kiss back. For now, he doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he just rips my underwear apart and throws it away.
His hands find me again and he cups my core and starts to pleasure me. It feels so wrong and violating, I don't want anyone touching me in such a way. But to my huge disgust, it also feels so good and my body works itself towards an orgasm. I bite down hard on my lips, not wanting to show Eric just how much effect this has on me, but still I can't keep everything from escaping.
One would think that I'm used to being violated by now, after even my stepfather did that, but I'm not and I feel just as dirty and filthy as the first time.
"Did you enjoy that, little girl?" Eric sneers and I refuse to answer, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction than I already have. That only earns me a slap across the face.
"Answer me! Did you enjoy that?" He asks again, this time with a considerable amount of rage in his voice.
"Yes." I admit reluctantly; ashamed.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, Stiff?"
What feels like weeks later, time moves strangely in a place without light and full of torture, he does not only light a lamp, but also shows me his amount of weaponry he has stored down here.
I feel incredibly weak already and I know that my legs barely support me, but this sight makes me want to faint. There is a wide array of knives and belts and whips and things that look like they would leave nasty burn wounds.
"Your stepfather must be pretty desperate when he gives you to me and tells me that I'm allowed to do practically everything with you. He said that you are too precious for him and he will not accept it if you are dead. He must love you so much, no?"
I feel sick. Of course I am precious for him, but it is just because he can gain so much from me. I am his punch bag, toy and an item which he can trade with power.
"In exchange of you, I gave him some information that he wanted. You see, the Erudite plan an attack on Abnegation and they need us Dauntless for that. Actually, the attack is my job here in Dauntless, but Marcus and I are such great friends and I decided to give him a fair warning and now he is literally trying everything to prevent it from happening. A bit pathetic if you ask me, but I don't complain. I enjoy our acquaintance too much for that. But I'm in a bit of a predicament. Should I remain loyal to my old faction and help them out in an hour of need, or should I repay Marcus' favor with one of my own and hold of the attack for a bit?"
While I'm trying to process the information and find out whether or not he really expects an answer from me, he slices a knife across my right arm, from the wrist to the elbow. I try to scream, but my voice is long gone by now.
"Hmm... I could have a position of great power when we overthrow the government. Right then I could just take anyone I want and have them anywhere I want. So, I think this is a no. No, I won't help out your dear daddy. But I will keep him fed with information. That way, I will be able to meet more often. What do you think, Stiff? Wouldn't you enjoy that as well?"
He runs the knife down my other arm. I have no idea what to say and I have no idea why he is even tells me any of this. Isn't he afraid that I'd tell Marcus?
In the same time, it also woke my interest. Erudite wants to overthrow Abnegation? What do they want to do? Kill all of us? I know that they are releasing antagonistic papers. Mick has told me that. However, no one would believe that the perfect, selfless Marcus abuses his children. To prove their point, I stayed in Abnegation.
He doesn't stop talking about this subject for the rest of our encounter and he inflicts more and more wounds and pain on me. Slowly, I feel myself losing consciousness due to the loss of blood and the overwhelming pain. And I don't fight it. I do not fight the darkness sweeping onto me. It is so heavenly to be able to not see, hear and feel in this situation.
The last thing I hear before I fall into the oblivion bliss is, "Don't you dare tell Marcus anything about this. I have my ways and I wouldn't advise you to say anything. In fact, no matter how precious you are to him, he will definitely believe me over you."
Soooo, what do you think? Please tell me!