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35. You Shouldn't Disobey Orders

You shouldn't disobey orders

(Eric x Reader)

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Listening to orders had never been your strong point. It hadn't caused you much problems in erudite but now that you had transfered to dauntless, things looked a bit different.

Disobeying orders was not taken very well to say the least.

You tried though. But when Eric told you to finish the guy whose ass you had kicked pretty badly already you snapped. Really, what was the point in hurting people if you had already won.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Eric asked you.

"I heard you perfectly. I just usually don't listen to arrogant assholes with a god complex."

The training room went very silent as everyone turned around and stared at you and Eric. They could all imagine the punishment that was coming your way. So could you but you had opened your mouth anyway because that's what you did. Always ready to argue with people. He smirked at you before he gave his answer.

"Training's over, everyone out. Y/N you'll stay. You're gonna clean the whole room and you better hurry it's late already and training starts early."

The training room was huge. Really fucking huge. You had no idea how long that would take. Probably almost the whole night.

Eric had you clean everything, like freaking everything. The floor, the doors, the throwing knives even the god damn ceiling. He sat there the whole time watching you and ocassionaly barked some instructions.

"Stop staring at my ass, would you." You said annoyed when he had watched you a little to closely again.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just making sure you do your job properly, sweetheart." He said with a grin.

When you were finished it was already 1:00 a.m. and all you wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. Apparently Eric wasn't your opinion.

"Looks like you finished quicker than I thought. Follow me." He walked away expecting you to follow.

You arrived in front of a apartment. Eric got out the key and openend it.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"My home. I'm going to bed. Don't be too loud and close the door when you're finished cleaning here."

"W-What? Wait!"

He had closed his bedroom door right in front of your face, giving you a little wink before he dissapeared.

It was 3:00 a.m. when you were done and dragged yourself back. You fell asleep right away only to be woken 2 hours later when training started.

After your morning training you skipped lunch and headed straight to bed. It was afternoon when you woke up again still exhausted. Feeling hungry you went to the dining hall to get something to eat.

Sitting down on a half empty table you ate your food in silence. You just wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible.

Someone sat down beside you. You didn't pay attention to the person until you felt a hand on your leg squeezing harshly into your flesh.When you looked up you saw Eric smiling at you. Not his usual smirk but rather a normal smile, which scared the shit out of you. You shuddered slightly and kept still.

"I think you got the message but...do not cross me again or I'll have to think of a more creative punishment. What do you think of spanking that pretty little ass of yours?"

He let go of your leg, stood up and left. You really regretted not keeping your mouth shut at this moment.

You had shooting practice in the afternoon so when the time came you made your way to the roof and grabbed a gun.

You had a hard time concentrating and your aim was more than a bit off due to the lack of sleep.

"How about you start hitting the target?" Eric yelled walking past you.

"How about I hit you." You said quietly but not quietly enough cause Eric had heard you.

"What was that initiate?"

You thought for a moment. Was it really worth it? You could just stay quiet. Like everyone else. Like any normal intelligent person. That was the logic approach, your erudite side screamed at you.

"I said, how about I hit you." You said to Eric through gritted teeth.

"Come see me after practice." He simply said and moved along.

You stood in front of his door. You knew you had to knock sooner or later. Later was definitely better.

Finally you knocked at his door and were greeted with a pissed of looking Eric.

"If you hadn't knocked in the next 10 minutes I would have fetched you myself."

"You saw me?"

"Course I saw you."

"You could have just opened the door from the begining then."

"Where would be the fun in that?"

He sat down in a big chair and gestured you to come nearer. When you were close he pulled you into his lap and positioned you over his knees.

"Are you serious?! You're not actually thinking of doing that?" You screamed.

His hand came down smacking your ass hard. You cried out in surprise.Struggling against his grip, you felt his hand again.

"Keep still." He growled.

"Okay, okay." You said not wanting to anger him further.

"It's 'yes, sir'." He said obviously not liking your previous answer.

"...yes, sir." You said reluctantly.

You had to admit, he was a jerk but a pretty hot one. Any other guy, leader or not would be begging for mercy by now.

By the time he was finished you were sure there were red marks, which you would definitely feel later.

He tossed you onto the couch and went for the door.

"Gotta go, you know where the exit is." He said before vanishing.

What a fucking prick.

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