A/n: Ok, so when this story first popped into my head, I knew it was greatly influenced by some other brilliant stories. I have read so many stories where Ana is a sub and I feel like all of them played a little part in this story or at least inspired me to write this. The main stories that influenced this is Lanieloveu's A Desperate Act and Itsastrangeday's Guilty Conscience. I am just stating here, you are going to see similarities, although i changed it as much as I possibly can. I'm also going to list some other stories which are my favorites that inspired this story. 50-CG-AS-fan's Fifty Shades: Submission and Strength, Queen bee's Down the Rabbit Hole, infamouschelsea's Maitrese, Phileanis's Darker Side of Love. They are all BRILLIANT, and if you ever want a good story, any one of these are an excellent read.

Ok, I'm finally done ;) Enjoy

Chapter 1-The Girl who Escaped

Darkness settled over the night as Ana clutched her too-thin jacket tighter around herself. How was she going to survive? Where could she go?

Ana really didn't think this through. She had no place to go, and the extra piece of toast she took could only last her for so long, but she couldn't go back.

No, Steve will be waiting.

Ana watched as the last rays of sun disappeared bit by bit, leaving darkness in their path.

She needed to find some place safe.

Quick.

She starts running. She knew a place, but her heart shattered when her hands pulled against the dead-bolted door of St. Anthony's.

The sun has completely set.

She needed to find some other place.

Quick. Quick. Quick.

Her legs start moving as she rounds the corner. She heard the thump-a-dump beating of her heart and came across a building she knew well.

It was her old home. Her home when Ray was with her.

Ana didn't know if the building had other inhabitants. It has gotten beaten up over the years. The roof is at a slant and the staircase leading up to the front porch is crumpled. It wasn't her old home anymore, it's probably a base for some homeless gang, but it's the only choice she had. Ana picks up an empty glass bottle as a weapon. The door creaks a pitiful sound as she pushes it open.

Thankfully, no one's home.

Ana sees the faded pink spot on her childhood wall as she curls up on her worn out bed that's now collapsed. Somehow, she finds solace in the broken springs of the mattress.

She takes out her toast and nibbles on it, saving half for tomorrow.

It was going to be a long day...

Night comes and goes, and Ana doesn't sleep well. The pit in her stomach constantly reminded her that she needed to find food.

Taking a deep breath, Ana bids farewell to her old home. It wasn't safe to stay at the same place.

They might find her.

Her heavy footsteps took her to the only grocery store in the whole neighborhood, seven-eleven.

She really was going to do this.

Steal.

Pretending to be nonchalant, Ana raises her chin and acts like she's just a regular shopper going on a monday stroll. Her eyes quickly scan each aisle, searching for carbs. Carbs will be able to last her the longest.

She spots a bag of classic white wonder bread. Carefully, she tucks it into her coat before speed walking out of the store. A man gives her a disapproving glance but says nothing.

Ana finally stops after she's a good distance away. Sweat mars her brows and she wipes her palms against herself. She has never been so nervous. Of course, she didn't want to steal.

But fate leaves her no choice.

She checks the price.

$3.49.

Ana makes a mental note to herself that she will pay them back one day if she could.

Soon, she finds herself sitting down and tearing into the bread, eating a whole five pieces. Food has never tasted so good...

It's just now that Ana starts taking in the appearance of her surroundings. She has entered the worst part of Seattle. Broken buildings lined with graffiti and vacant warehouses surround her. The sky is a dusty grey, and Ana thinks she hears the lonely croaking of a bird.

She pulls her jacket tighter around herself.

She has to leave. She has to find safety.

Quick. Quick. Quick.

That night, Ana finds an empty church where she slept under the pews. The abandoned statue of Joseph was her only comfort.

He reminded her of Ray.

Tears prick Ana's eyes but she quickly dashes them away. Ray died. It wouldn't do her any good to dwell on the past, because the past was simply that, the past, something no longer here.

Still, stubborn tears drip down Ana's cheek. She asked Ray to pray for her. Ana didn't believe in God, but she believed in Ray.

So, just like that, Ana spent the next week wondering from place to place in Seattle. She never spent more than two nights in the same place; she had no idea if Steve was looking for her, but she couldn't take any chances. She also stole another two loafs of bread and started a tally on a crumpled up piece of paper.

Classic white wonder bread, seven eleven, $3.49

Old country wheat bread, Clayton's, $4.19

Brown Berry wheat bread, Walmart, $3.99

Maybe one day she'll be able to pay them back.

The sun has started to set again, and Ana grew nervous. She always hated it when the sun retrieved back to the other side of the earth. Perhaps, they were happier over there.

Ana started her usual routine of looking for a safe place. Perhaps there was an empty hospital or broken building.

Instinctually, Ana touches the sharp blade of the knife in her back pocket. She has found it laying on the street one day and gladly picked it up. It was her only defense in this cruel, lonely world.

"Hey there, pretty girl." A voice has Ana jumping backwards several steps as shivers travel through her body.

Ana turns around. In front of her is a guy; he has a cross tattooed underneath each eye and his short, spiky hair stood at their roots. He was a good three sizes bigger and his muscles rippled underneath his shirt.

Ana takes a step backward.

He takes a step forward.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" He purrs as goosebumps form up and down Ana's arm.

Her fingers curl around the knife as she continues to back away.

"I…I…don't want any…trouble...I was just about to leave." Ana stutters, failing to make her voice sound confident.

A salacious grin creeps across the man's face. "Oh trust me, you're not going anywhere." The edge of his lips turn up in snarl.

That's all it takes for Ana to turn around and bolt.

She hears hoops and hollers and chanting behind her. Oh God, there was more than one of them.

She runs faster, pushing her legs to their maximum capacity as she sprints down the streets of Seattle and her lungs wheeze for air as she feels her blood pulsing through her.

"Catch the cunt! Catch the cunt! Catch the cunt!" the leader of the gang shouts as the others cheer.

Ana's legs turn into wobbly noodle and she knew she wouldn't be able to outlast them. They were much too strong.

They were lions, and she was the rabbit.

As she continues to run, her surrounding became more and more modern. Fancy restaurants replaced broken glass and the city lights started to illuminate the night sky.

Ana knew she was almost safe. If she could only run a little longer, but her strength was starting to dwindle and she stumbles several times. She can hear their heavy footsteps pounding on the pavement behind her.

Without thinking, Ana runs into the first store she sees.

Esclava.

She would be safe here. She holds her breath a little longer as she watches the gang run past her. And unable to withstand any more, her body collapses on the ground, surrendering to all of her pain, as their footsteps fade away.

XXXXXXXXXX

A bright, florescent light blinds Ana's eyes as she starts to slip back into consciousness. She sits up and looks around. It was like she was in some science lab. Blank, white walls cover each side of the room, and she was lying on what seems to be a waxing bed. The air smelled with an awful flowery scent, and Ana crinkles her nose. She notices with detached interest that someone dressed her in a white bathrobe.

Where were her normal clothes?

Just as Ana starts to sit up, the door swing open. A lady walks in, and Ana's immediate reaction is that she is gorgeous, although old.

Her blonde hair is pulled back in an elegant bun, and she's wearing a bright, red lip. She gives Ana a tight smile.

There are daggers in men's smiles…

Ana can tell her smile is Botox-injected as her face creases unnaturally. The lady walks over, her heels clicking across the marble floor. Ana grew nervous and started to back away.

"I'm…sorry...I didn't…didn't…mean to come in here. I…I…" Ana doesn't get to finish her sentence as the lady presses two fingers against her lips, silencing her.

"Shush, my child, there's no need to be afraid."

A shiver travels down Ana's back and neck, and she knew, right away, that the lady is not to be trusted.

"What do…you want?" Ana continues to stutter, backing herself all the way in the corner.

The lady curls her lips up into a witches smile. "What I want is very simple. I have a deal for you since it's very obvious you have nowhere to go."

Ana stares down at her dirty hands covered with bruises and scrapes, and her gaze travels over her own skinny, nude body under the robe.

She's right; Ana didn't have anywhere to go.

Ana looks up at the lady who's patiently waiting for an answer. "What could you possibly want from me? I don't even know your name." She whispers, blue eyes betraying her own fear. Whatever the lady wanted couldn't possibly be good...

The lady smiles vexingly at Ana. "My name is not important since you will not be calling me by name, but if you have to know; it's Elena. As for what I want, you will understand that soon enough. Come, follow me." She says.

Ana gingerly gets up; her bare feet are cold against the tiled floor as she follows Elena down a flight of stairs leading from the back of the room. It was a staircase unlike any other. It wasn't the Cinderella staircase that led to the ball and it wasn't the staircase that led to the cold, dark attack either. It was long and winding, almost as if one were in a haunted house. The walls were smeared a blood red, and the staircase itself was black, creating a lethal combination. Ana needed to watch her step because of the wide gaps between the stairs. Her feet seemed to stick to the cold, black ground and she had trouble moving her legs. Her stomach tied itself into multiple knots. She was the rabbit being led into the lion's den...

They stop in front of a heavy, metal door, and the lady pulls out a key. "Now, just so we're on the same page, you will refer to me as mistress from now on. You can always refuse this deal, but just remember something…" At this, Elena steps forward, effectively trapping the shivering, little girl against the wall and her eyes turn an icy shade of black. "…Just remember, you have nowhere to go. You came from the streets, and child, let me put it this way, the streets are not a safe place. Do you know what would've happened if you were caught last night?

Ana gulped and nodded.

She knew full well that the streets were dangerous. Any time, any day, she could be captured and sold into drugs or human trafficking. If she was caught, the consequences were inimaginable.

Elena takes another step forward, and Ana felt her breath against her ear. She couldn't stop herself from shaking. "You don't want to go back out there, do you?" Elena asks, and Ana furiously shakes her head.

This seems to please Elena as she continues to push Ana against the wall. "I don't want to send you back out there either, but I will if I have to. Is that understood?" Elena hisses.

"Yes…mis…mistress…" Ana whispers, her body rigid from fear.

"Good, now that's taken care of." Elena says, clapping her hands and smiling as she releases her grip on Ana.

And it's just now that Ana clearly saw the dagger hidden within Elena's smile.

Elena unlocks the door, and Ana steps in. Red walls flooded her view and Ana's shaking grew even more violent as she takes in the sight of the dungeon before her.

There were racks, racks upon racks of canes and cats and whips and belts. They seem to occupy every corner of the room.

There were also cages, actual cages.

Human sized cages.

Ana felt like throwing up.

However, the centerpiece of the dungeon was a black cross, its mahogany black contrasted against the red of the walls. Ana also notices shingles and ropes bounded all across the ceiling.

Oh god, they were for suspension. Ana realizes as dread fills every inch of her body.

Elena gives her a few moments to take everything in before signaling Ana to the back of the room where there's a small office.

Ana's legs seem like unsupportive beams as they buckle underneath her so she's sitting in front of Elena.

Maybe living on the street was the better option…

As this thought enters her mind, Ana quickly shakes her head. No, it wasn't. She had no chance of surviving out there, and Steve might be looking for her. It would be worse if she went back.

Elena drums her long, pointed, black nails against the desk. "I know this is a lot, but like I said, you can leave at any time, I'm not stopping you." She grins another one of those eerie, dagger-hiding grins that Ana couldn't figure out. It's as if she knew Ana had no other choice.

Ana didn't trust her own voice, so she just nodded, indicating her consent.

"I have a friend…" Elena begins, and Ana knew then that she was somehow, someway going to end of in this "friend's" possession.

Elena continues. "He's very strict, but if you play your cards right, he can also be very generous. I know you don't have a way of income, and he'll be easily able to support you financially, all you have to do is…" The silence weighed like a hundred pound brick in the room and before Ana knew it she answered Elena's unasked question.

"Agree to be his submissive." She finishes the sentence.

XXXXXXXXXX

Christian:

It was another day at GEH, and Christian walks in with his freshly brewed coffee while setting down his briefcase.

He starts flipping through a file about a publishing company Ros had her eyes on. It wasn't very big, but it had potential. He skims the background check of their CEO, Jack Hyde.

18 different assistance in the last year…

Well, that will certainly have to change. Christian thinks to himself as he marks the page with a red pen.

Andrea knocks on the door. She was blushing slightly. Why did her boss have to be so god-damn, freaking handsome. But Andrea knew that their relationship was and only will be professional.

"Mr. Grey," She says, composing herself. "Elena Lincoln wants to talk with you." She says as she frowns slightly. She never liked Elena. Something about the lady rubbed her the wrong way.

Christian looks up, both his eyebrows pulled together. "What does she want?" He snaps. He was not in the mood to deal with his ex-mistress. She can be downright cruel. However, Christian was indebted to her.

Andrea lowers her eyes, startled at her boss's outburst. "I don't know Mr. Grey. She said something about a new girl?" Andrea whispers.

Christian never told Andrea about his relationships, but over the years, Andrea has formulated some guesses. It really wasn't that hard to tell based on some of the girls her boss interviewed, which is one of the reason why Andrea knew she could never be with Mr. Grey.

Christian softens his features as he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry Andrea, I didn't mean to snap. Send her in please."

"Yes sir." She whispers and beats a hasty retreat.

As soon as Andrea leaves, Elena strides in. She's wearing her fake, Botox smile as she walks up and kisses Christian on the cheek as if greeting an old friend.

Christian does his best to hide his disgust as he "air kisses" her back.

"Elena." He greets coolly.

"Christian dear, why the cold shoulder?" Elena asks in a velvety tone, but Christian dismisses her.

"I'm a very busy man. What can I do for you?" He responds in his usual, brisk CEO persona.

Elena doesn't let Christian's reaction bother her as she tries a different approach. "Well, Leila left. I heard she wanted more." Elena says, ticking her tongue as if it's the most unbelievable thing.

Christian rolls his eyes. Not this again…

"We separated on friendly terms, you know this." He says, hoping she would hurry the hell up. He didn't have all day to play games.

Elena can tell by Christian's demeanor that he's not interested in actual conversation. She sighs and decides to cut to the point as to why she's actually here.

"I have a new girl for you." She explains as Christian lifts one eyebrow, now intrigued. Elena continues. "Although, she's kind of special. She comes from an unusual background."

Christian signals her to go on, and Elena takes out a folder. "Here's her background check, have a look for yourself."

Christian's calculating grey eyes scan over the material and a frown tugs on his lips. "Elena, she's 17. She's a child. Why the fuck would you even suggest this. I'm not a pedophile."

Like you.

Elena rolls her eyes. "Stop being so overly dramatic. She is 17, yes, but her birthday is in a month, and you're only 22 yourself. Plus, we turned out just fine…"

Christian keeps his frown present. "Ok, regardless of her age. She's clearly not fit to be a submissive. It says here that she just escaped from foster care. You know I don't deal with newbies, and I doubt she's submissive material."

Elena pretends to be disinterested in what Christian's saying as she starts to file her nails, knowing this tactic will annoy Christian. "Ok, your choice. I guess I'll have to send her back into the streets. I hope that gang doesn't get her."

Christian's body goes rigid.

"What gang?"

Elena gives Christian a disbelieving look. "You can't be serious Christian. You know how dangerous the streets are, but it's not like I can keep her…" she says. Her annoying nail filer moving back and forth against her polished nails.

Christian tenses, and for a second he can't think or move. Wasn't his mother owned by a gang?

Elena gets up and starts to leave. She purposefully slows her footsteps, knowing Christian's going stop her any minute.

"Wait." And he complies.

"Yes?" Elena asks a little too nicely as she turns around and stares at Christian.

"Tell me more." Christian demands.

A ghost of a smile crosses Elena's face. She knew she got her wish. It's very funny how easy it was to control Christian. She knew Christian, knew his pains and self-doubts. And like careful poker cards, played every one against him. He was hers to control, her personal puppy.

And the magic of this trick was, he thought he was the one in control.

He thought he was the dominator.

Elena walks back, her black heels making the click-a-dee-click sound against the floor. She sits down and elegantly crosses her legs while flipping through Ana's background check once again.

"Her name is Anastasia Steele. Her step father died when she was ten, and it seems she doesn't have a mother." Elena makes sure to include this crucial piece of information. This will definitely bother Christian. "She lived in foster care but for some unbeknown reason, ran away. I was just cleaning up the solons one day when I found her passed out in my shop. Some gang was chasing her. Poor thing." Elena fakes a sympathetic frown.

"Anyway, I offered her a deal, and needless to say, she agreed." Elena says, taking out Ana's signed contract. Christian stares at the piece of paper in horror. She had no other choice but to sign…

Elena continues, ignoring Christian's bewilderment. "Don't worry about her being inexperienced, I already trained her."

This startles Christian. "You what?" He felt like he lost his breath.

Christian's reaction doesn't faze Elena one bit as she nods her head proudly. "Yep, I checked her over. She takes the pain like a champ."

Christian felt sick. Completely, utterly sick.

He forces the lump back down his throat. "What do you want me to do? I can't possibly help her. Does she need money? I'd be happy to set up an account for her." Christian begins rambling, unable to react. He would do anything to help her, but he isn't what she needed. A BDSM relationship wasn't what she needed.

Elena knew this was the hard part. Christian's heart was simply too good. There was no way he'd take someone who wasn't 100% willing. But Elena needed to convince Christian that he could help Ana by keeping her his submissive. This way, as long as he kept Ana, he'll keep her too. This was Elena's way of staying in control.

"Christian, darling." Elena sooths, running her hands across Christian's arm but he jerks his hand away. "You can be what she needs." Elena purrs, appearing to Christian's ego.

"What the fuck are you talking about? She needs help, professional help." Christian tallies back.

"Yes, and you needed help too when you were young." Elena continues to coo.

Christian shakes his head. "That was different."

Elena tunes Christian out. "How is this different? Christian, you can help her like I helped you. She's obviously a troubled teen, and you can teach her how to channel her anger and hurt. Teach her discipline, and she will one day thank you." Elena says, sounding like her old self, a person Christian knew very well when he was fifteen.

Christian sighs, running both hands through his hair. What Elena's saying made sense. She did help him, and he had her to thank for what he had today. Maybe he could help her, encourage her to go to college or something. And he just didn't have the heart to leave her with Elena so she could send her back to where she came from. Living with him couldn't be that bad. She would have a roof over her head, food in her stomach, and she will also be protected. And maybe, just maybe, he would be able to help her.

"Look, if you're really that concerned about her age, you can wait till she's eighteen, and you're only four years older." Elena tries to mollify Christian some more.

"Ok, I'll meet her." Christian finally, warily agrees.

Elena smiles sweetly, Christian was easy to manipulate.

Next part: Christian meets Ana…

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