The moment I wake up, I know something is really off. I'm completely encase in a rectangular glass box, with only enough room for me to stand up. I can't even turn around. There are holes in the top, presumably for air, but a sweet smelling gas is being emitted from it. My head swirls as I smell, and I try to concentrate on what is happening. My name is Tris Prior. Where am I? How come I can't remember anything?

A lady is walking down the halls, with a man at her side. They are examining the row of boxes, like the one I'm contained in, so I assume other people are stuck as well. My throat clenches. This is so wrong.

The lady and the man reach me, and my heart freezes. The man locks his icy eyes into me, evilly surveying my body. He nods to the woman, and she smiles.

"Good choice Eric." I hear the woman say. "I'll have her taken out to the testing room. I can leave you there in peace."

"Thank you Jeanine." Eric says, smiling, with his eyes locked into mine.

Jeanine presses a button, and gas engulfs me. It takes about a second for me to fall unconscious.

This time, when I wake up, I am blindfolded. My four limbs are tied to some sort of frame, so I'm suspended upright, somewhere. I realize with a jolt that I have no clothes on except for my underwear and bra. What? I begin to panick, and almost die of shock when I hear the door open. I can't see anything, but I think the Eric man is back.

I shriek when I feel oily fingers press against my stomach. Eric lets his hand move down my body, digging his fingernails into my skin as I shriek in fear.

"Jeanine! I'm ready!" He shouts.

I hear the door open and feel heavy chains being pulled. Someone releases my hands and feet, handcuffing them together. My mouth is gagged and I feel some type of cloth being pulled over me. My breath is taken away when something tightens around my waist.

Right before I'm stabbed with a needle, I hear Eric whisper. "We are going to have so much fun ,Tris."

I don't expect to recognize anything when I wake up, and I'm right. As I struggle to sit up, I wince. My side hurts tremendously. When I lift my shirt I see bruises plastered along my side. I must have fallen or something. I'm in some sort of room, if it can even be called that. It's about as big as a closet, and I barely have enough room to lie down straight. The floor is cold and hard, making it hard to sit comfortably. Where my feet are, there is a small tap, with a drain underneath. I try to open the tap, and after a few tries, rusty water runs out. It takes a while, but eventually the water runs clear.

The room is about 6 feet by 2 feet, with a really low ceiling. My head can touch it, barely, if I stand up really straight. I look around for an exit, and I try to open the single door located at the side, but it's locked. It's really dim, and I can't really see well.

"Let me out!" I shout, pounding on the door.

I'm surprised at how fast the door swings open. I fall to the ground outside, and am blinded by the lights. My fingers register a rough carpet and I lie there, stunned for a second.

Suddenly I'm yanked upwards by my hair, and I scream, trying to fight whatever force is doing this to me. I look up, and to my dismay, I see Eric. He smiles cruelly, and I wince as his lip piercings stretch.

"Well well well." Eric taunts. "If it isn't my new girl."

"I'm not your anything!" I growl, trying to free my hair from Eric's hands.

A feel a flash of pain, and I'm suddenly on the floor again, my jaw throbbing. I gasp, cradling my face in my hands. He punched me.

"You may not talk, unless I tell you to." Eric growls. I shiver, trying to shake away the fear.

"We're gonna get some rules straight miss Tris." Eric continues. "From now on, you will call me master. You will listen to everything I tell you to, and you will not ever disobey me. I expect you to pleasure me, and cook and clean. If you do good, you get food, clothes and other rewards. If you don't, you will be punished. Severely. Am I understood?"

I nod, my jaw still throbbing. Eric roughly shoves me and connects my feet with a metal chain. It's long enough for me to walk in, but too short to run in

"Come give me a foot massage." Eric commands. He holds out his arm.

I stare at his arm confused. Eric slaps me, and I stumble backwards, tripping over the chain.

"Escort me to my chair, and give me a foot massage!" Eric growls.

I immediately get up, and take Eric's arm. I lead him to the nearest couch, and he sits down. He props his foot up, and I take off his socks. I massage his feet, disgusted at the unclipped toenails and the dirty soles.

Eric groans in comfort. "Get down here and lick em clean."

I look at him, stunned, and his gets up, pinning me to the ground with his foot. His presses his foot to me face, "Do you not understand English? Lick them clean!"

I refuse. I will NEVER lick Eric's feet! Eric drags me to my feet, and I scream as he yanks my hair.

"I told you Tris, there are punishments for disobeying me." Eric drags me behind him, ignoring my screams and pleads.

He undoes the chain around my ankles, and ties my hands above my head to a rope suspended from the ceiling. He takes off his jacket, and before I can even do anything, he punches me.

I scream as his fists connect with my stomach. He punches again, and this time the rings on his fingers cut my face, and I feel blood trickle down my forehead. My feet give away, and I'm left suspended as Eric kicks and punches. I've become a human punching bag.

By the time he's done, I can't even stand. Eric grabs my hair, and drags me back to my room. He throws me in, and my head smashes against the wall. I hear the lock click, and I'm left in the darkness.