Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 31

Tris' POV

"Stop! Please!"

I don't know where I am, or how I got here; all I know is that I'm stuck here with Eric with no one around.

"You know, I've always wondered how it sounded when you begged."

My clothes are torn and scattered around the small room that we're in. Eric's are gone too, and he's leaning over me with a sick smile on his face.

"Please, Eric. Please don't do this," I whisper.

He laughs, but surprisingly doesn't….start, yet.

"Oh, I won't be the one to do this. At least, not until the end."

Suddenly, a long line full of faceless men appear in the room. I can feel myself drop a dozen skin tones. And judging by the look on Eric's face, I'm a sickly color of white right now.

"No. Please. Please, no," is the only thing I can manage to get out. He laughs and gets off of me. I try to sit up, so maybe I can try to find a way out of this, but I'm stopped by Eric who gets on top of me again. He snarls at me, shoves me down, and roughly puts his lips just about anywhere he can reach. His hands grope me and I scream out, hoping for help to show up. Instead, Eric clamps his hand over my mouth and puts shackles on my hands and feet, not allowing any movement from me.

"Now, now, now, Beatrice. We wouldn't want to give these men any trouble, now would we?"

Tears stream down my face. He laughs sardonically and pulls a knife out of thin air.

"This is just a dream," my mind realizes.

"And if you choose to give any of them any kind of trouble at all...well, let's just say that you won't only be hurting down there."

"As soon as one of them come up to me, I'll wake up and this will all be over," I try to reassure myself.

The first man comes and I clench my jaw, ready for this to be done. Ready to wake up.

The only thing is, I don't.

I try to stay calm as the first one starts. I close my eyes and take deep breaths.

This is just a dream. This is just a dream.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain as they all take their turns.

But if this is just a dream, then why am I not waking up?

Eventually, my heart cannot stay at a steady pace, and my brain cannot keep ignoring what's happening to me. I scream and try to move the man off of me, but I can barely budge. The only thing I accomplish is making the man angrier so he causes me more pain. A lot more pain.

Tears stream down my face and I keep screaming until my throat goes raw. I start to sob as it seems that the line of men will never end. The worst part of this is that Eric knows exactly what I'm scared of, so he strapped down my arms and legs that way I would be unable to do anything about what's happening. He made me helpless and feel oh, so completely out of control. I feel vulnerable, as my arms and legs are stretched out, making my body as exposed as possible, when all I want to do is crawl up into a tiny ball.