Prisoner 248

I wake in a concrete box. A perfect cube. The cold floor, grey walls, harsh lights beat down on me thru small-holed pierced steel screen searing my skin and eyes. In the corner, water drips from a pipe over a hole in the floor. Madding thunder reverbs the room. I pace, feel every wall. No doors, no windows. What is going on? "hey!"

Noise whispers thru the walls, thumping, scraping, mumbled words. "HEY!" "How much?" "How much to let me go?" "HEY!"

I pace around, pulling my hair. Screaming in pain, frustration, rants. Light flicker on a wall. Video projection from the never waning overhead lights. I stare at my jailer. Screaming as the walls close in; shrinking and tightening on me. Till my nose is pressed to the video portrait's nose of my tormentor, jailer, my greatest enemy. The cold ruthless uncaring, unloved bastard, Hateful, loathing to dignified my wretched soul, devil of my existence. The cold grey eyes stare at me. My grey eyes, I am the jailer, the evil villain tormenting my soul.

Screaming I roll out of bed, the impact of the floor wakes me from the nightmare. My prison Escala, my self-imposed prison. I stagger into the shower; my pajama pants are shredded. Scratch's on my legs, bloody hands. I watch the reddened water run from my shaking body. My broken and destroyed body. Leaving the shower dirtier than I entered.

I dress in sweat and runners. Pacing, I decide. There is no redemption for me. I am beyond saving, the only course I can take is surrender to the demons and exile; a final chapter in my sorry loathing, fearful life.

I take the pocket knife from my watch drawer. Flipping my bed over, dropping to my knees near the wall under my safe behind the seascape. Cutting the carpet. I pull apart. The floor safe, no one knows about. Taking the key attached to the pocket knife. I open the safe. Taking the bag. Closing the safe, tossing the bed back.

Opening my normal safe, the one behind the stormscape above my bed. Taking the cash, IDs, leaving the sub files, backup CDs. Dumping everything in my messenger bag. I walk to my play room, destroying that prison, the golden chains that blinded and binded me to this gilded cage.

I next destroy my office, the self-delusion of power and respect. Smashing the laptop, my phones. Destroying all the thing I had craved, dreamed of, sold my soul to possess. Chains, chains around my neck. Choking me. holding me prisoner. Shackled to the past, false dreams and misogynist delusions.

Sweat soaked, I crash down the hall, entering the Security room. I grab the keys and break the key off in the back up key safe. Jason stares at me in horror. I head for the elevator. Jason slides to a halting stop front on me.

"Christian?" he stares at my wretched face. "Christian, what are you doing. Going?"

"Jason, move. Its over. Don't make me hurt you!"

"Christian, calm down. Talk to me?"

"Jason. Move. your released from my employment. Everything is setup."

"Please calm, down. Let's talk this thru?" Jason pleas with me. I simply lean over and push the button.

The elevator opens, I walk in look at Jason, Luke and Gail. My friends, my chosen jailers, my chosen mother. Tears rush unstoppable from her eyes. I hold the elevator doors open. "Sawyer? Record this on your phone."

He raises the phone and nods. "Jason, please take the submissive files, the files in the bedroom safe to my father. Explain everything to him and my mom. donate the art to museums and gut the entire penthouse, everything. Tell Ros to break and remove Eliana from my life, company; I wish her broke, and jailed for life. She now CEO. Tell my family; I am sorry, I wish I had been stronger, normal, not this fifty shades of F #$# Kupness. Goodbye!"

I let the doors close. I stare in the polished wall of the elevator cab; the reflection of my jailer stares merciless at me. Every second is pain and misery I have lived, caused, created; Reaching the garage, I toss the extra keys into Armored SUV, locking the door.

I take the R8 and drive into the night. Three blocks away I stop; half way on a curb. I crawl under the car, cutting the Lo-jack with my pocket knife. The knife Granddad T gave me all those years ago. Tossing lojack into storm drain. I drive into the night. Headed south.

Taking the Boeing Field off-ramp. Avoiding all the cameras along my trek. I cruise to a lonely storage building. I get out and punch in the access code. I stare at the old truck with camper shell. I attach the battery; removing it from the battery-minder. Starting the truck. I load the food packs on the shelf into the back. I drive it outside, drive in the R8. Tossing my runners into the shield storage unit. I know Jason tagged all my shoes.

I drive down the road a serpent pattern avoiding all the cameras. Till I enter highway 5 south bound. I drive till the road weaves uncontrollable. Parking, sleeping in the cab. I race south, till I cross into California. I pull into a self-carwash in Tacoma. The CIA fake wash off paint reveal the trucks true colors.

Outside of Redding I cross over to west bound Highway-299. Sleeping in the BLM campgrounds I reach Highway 101 at Arcata. Working north on highway 101. Slowly working north, camping, learning to hate canned stew and chili.

Each day I greet the dawn in uncontrollable tears. I run the trails and beaches in mindless rage. I hide in plain sight. My trademark copper hair is now dyed brown, nearly black. My face is covered in dyed beard uncut or controlled. I stare in the camp ground shower mirror. Each day the jailer fades, the prisoner fades. But nothing rises to take their place.

Xxxxx

Camping at Grizzly Creek Redwoods State Park, I wander the trails, lost in thoughts and woes. Trekking thru the Cheatham Grove; I see Luke and Lei's scooter chase scene whiz by me. swimming in the Van Duzen River washing away my sins. My past sins and life.

If I'm still alive and down this way, I'd like to see the Bridgeville UFO festival, the poster looks wild. So many things I missed out on begin fifty shades of me. so many dreams I destroyed I didn't even know I had. So many nails in my coffin.

Xxxxx

In Crescent city, a second-hand book store. I find a book on the manipulation of pedophiles of their victims. Every chapter is a new horror and dread. Eliana followed this book to the letter. Even the turning of my parents. I spent a night in the redwoods off of the Little Bald Hills Trail. Tortured and screaming into the night. I let loose the wild animal caged in my body. I chase the ghost of Enkidu thru trees, brush.

Till I lay on the crest of a hill, trapped by the dawn; one side the far ocean, the other inland mountains over which the sun breaks and shone on my pitiful form. Duality, caught between the two worlds. Ying and Yang. I laugh roiling in the dirt. I am trapped in the grey, as the grey, I am Grey.

Wandering back to the campsite, my truck. I burn the book. Metaphoric as the pages turn black and curl into ash. Fragments float above the flames, white and crumbling to fine mist. I feel? I feel free. Free to be me. who am I, who am I? "shit Chris, you don't know. You never knew. It was always what other defined you as. The victim, CEO, son, fu# $$k-up, DOM, always other defined me and controlled my cages".

Xxxxx

I wander the paved sensory trail Prairie Creek state park's Revelation Trail looping the Access trail from the campground. The rain is falling in barrels, the morning fog has fled, but dawn is still and hour away. The gloom grays, lost in the greens of the tall trees and fern covered ground. I stop, frozen by the thoughts crashing thru my head, today is day thirty.

"Boy you're too loud, I can hear you over here. I look about, seeing no one, I walk forward to an old man sitting on a bench, time and troubles have weathered him to a Shepherds of the Trees, Ents from Tolkien's lore. Fitting in this eerie wood, before the tread of most men.

I look at his cane, shit he's blind. Laughing at me. "boy your blind, I can hear you think before you rounded the bend back by the fallen cedar."

"How am I blind?"

"You see the trees, the ferns, the pavement, but don't see them, feel them, hear them. Close your eyes and think of the happiest day of your life. Let that moment open these woods to you, then you won't be thinking so Damm loud all the time."

I close my eye, trying to find a happy point in my life, each comes a goes without holding. Till the vision of Grace in the hospital, staring at me, with love. The Angel of my existence. Happiness at the death of my mother, so this angel would see me.

The forest swirls, time is frozen in the miracles of life and the nature of the gods hands and craft. I feel peace, I feel my mind blank and becalmed. I open and the man is gone. no trace on the soaked bench of someone sitting there, did I dream it, or did a wood spirit reach out and touch me back to sanity.

I wander back to the camp ground, circling the campground loops I never find the old man, I begin to think he really was a Ents.

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I wander north slowly zigging and zagging along coastal ranges. Till I spend a week at Fort Stevens, camping in the south loop site M51. Day trips about the coast and area. Surfing, or trying to surf. Kayak and free diving the shallows. Hiking the trail about National Parks Fort Clatsop. I spent a day just touring the fort, visitor center and the reenactor. Just finding things I never stops and appreciated. Never realized how bleak and forlorn my life had been.

Sitting on the beach of Ft. Stevens; watching the sun fall beyond the horizon. I've been gone forty-seven days. No phone, no computer, no credit cards. Completely off the grid. I change license plates like people change bed sheets. I never though why I had created with my first million dollar this escape.

I guess? I always knew I would be here. alone near the end of my trek; falling down into the only option I can do to save my family embarrassment and pain. I traded the luxury cage of Seattle for the rough cage of the truck. Today I cruise to WSU, use the library computers, see what my family and friends have done to find me. Where I can go and never be found. The final cage, how I wish I was Enkidu and not the King[Gilgamesh].

The road to Vancouver is long, broken by diners and fuel stops. I arrive as the evening rush of student flee the Library for the bars and clubs of Friday night. I check the news and GEH web sites. I stare crying at the image of Grace pleading for me to come home. I find myself curled in a ball under the desk.

I feel a hand touch my neck. Electric current surges thru me, confusion, rolling over. Staring into soul crushing blue eyes. electric blue eyes. She is gorgeous, my perfect submissive. I stare at Gods twisted humor. That the thief of my soul is the picture-perfect image of my cardinal desires. My soulmate checks me, helping me back into the seat, petting my face, she walks away; I see towards a study cube. I feel profoundly lost and alone.

I see several rich kids by their clothes circle and insult her. I charge into the morons, rescuing my lady. Pushing them away. They flee from the mad mountain man I portray. I take my siren and her things back into the stacks. Looking into those eyes. Blue depthless eyes; words can't express the emotions, and confusion; I stand frozen in this place and time; wanting and unable to do what I want, desire, need.

She curls her hands around my neck, dragging me down into her lips. The rush and thoughts escape me. as she posses my heart and soul. Breathless I lean back, searching for the evil I always find in people. She pulls me in to her siren call. I gladly fall into the rocks of Sirenum Scopuli. The world is tilting and I feel emotions. Crushing the doubts and chains of my mind.

She steps back, looking into my soul. "I have to study; this paper is due Friday before exams."

I reach for the first time and caresses her cheek, "OK. I'll get a magazine. Till your through." She smiles into me, kissing me, kneels she recovers her books and papers I dropped when she kissed me.

Walking back to the study cubes I head to periodicals and snag some business and sports mags. She is hard at work, I watch her. Falling even more in love with her. Love? What do I know about love.

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Talyor pov

DAY 15 dawns without word or clues to where Christian has gone. The family is freaking out, over his disappearance and the Eliana/BDSM. The witch had the bad luck to be exiting her house with her latest underage sub when the Dr. pulled up. Talk about temper, if I didn't know Christian was adopted, I'd swear he inherited it from Dr. Grey. It took the police tasering to get her off the witch. Even if Eliana could afford the surgeries, I don't think even the most gifted plastic surgeon could make her not a disfigured monster.

Barney and Fred show me video near Boeing field. A red blur along the bottom of the frame. "That's Grey's R8" Fred says.

"Are you sure?"

"YES, but it makes everything different. This wasn't spontaneous." Barney tells me.

"What does that mean? How did you go from this blur to he planned it?"

"He dodged every camera on that road. This Camera can not be seen in the direction he was traveling, and it was installed less than thirty days ago. He knew exactly where each camera he need to avoid." Fred whimpers.

I stare at the logic, he knew the hidden camera was there. Avoided it, nothing since he left has been what it seems. My phone buzz in my pocket, getting it out; Gail demands I come home, now. Me and Sawyer head back to Escala

Arriving home to Gail sitting on the couch in the great room, a nearly empty vodka bottle on the coffee table. She raises and lead us to Christian bedroom, point to spot under the wall safe. Walking over I see the cut carpet, I lean down. FU#$ 5 $K IT, an unknown floor safe. These speak volumes to Grey intent.

The safe had to have been installed before Gail or I hired in. I sent the crews to patrol the areas around Boeing Field with the tracker receiver. I dread what we might find.

DAY 18, late in the afternoon Sawyer find a ghost trace, working like bulldog he tracks it to a non-descript building on the back side of a storage units lot; owned by Grey.

The combination lock is the highest grade, NSA level security. Total out of place for the building. I look around and spot the over secure bar's, doors and alarms.

I will have better luck ripping the doors off than breaking the lock. We wait for a tow truck, I try the stupid combination people use. I hit jack-pot when I enter Ella's date of death. Rolling up the doors. Shit the R8 stares at us.

Working around the space, Luke drives the R8 outside. We clearly see a bigger vehicle was here, maybe a truck. Great just great.

DAY 20: We found the people that supported the escape truck. Everything is telling, ready packs of canned food, MRE's, even hair dye is several colors and shades. Enough for sixty days. Camping gear in the back of the Red GMC truck and White camper shell. They have maintained it for six years, right after Grey first million. Barney tracks it south to Tacoma, where is up and disappears.

DAY 30: a conference at the GEH. All the information we have gathered is pitiful, Christian has planned this escape for a long time. No one understands why or how.

"The answer is simple. Christian knowing his secrets would get out. planned and executed his escape plan. He's had a break from reality, the world as he sees it. Knowing him, if suicide is the end game, we are too late. We just have to believe that he is trying to work out his demons. Grace and Carrick, each family member should post online an appeal for him to come home. That he is forgive, loved. We have to wait for some clue to rise up." Flynn says. It's the only thing we can do till Christian makes a mistake or his body is found.

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Anna-pov

I study in the WSU library, hoping the Cheerleader and her posses will leave me alone. She's pissed I ratted her out cheating in Math class. What's the point of taking advance math, if you can't do it. She been cheating all her classes and bullying people to do her work. Spoiled trust-fund bitch.

"ARGGHHHH"

I turn to the sound of an animal in distress. I see a body under one of the internet computer in the back of the reference section. I walk over the computer screen shows a middle age woman, frozen on the screen. I kneel, seeing a huddle mass, shaking.

I reach out and touch his neck. Electric tingle shocks me, causing feelings I never knew existed. He rolls over. My God? An angel has fallen to earth. Piercing greys eyes beg me to save him. I shake my self out of the trance. My soul bleeds as his grey eyes hold me frozen.

I touch him again, finding the need to save him. I help him up into his seat. I head back to my cube, shake and strangely hurt. Hurt that he allowed me to walk away.

Shit! The Cheerleader and her posse of spoiled rich kids surround me. If I scream really loud. The Librarian will save me. Suddenly my man step into the circle. Cheerleader's boyfriend, blonde dumb surf dude; my angel snaps a right, surf dude staggers away. The rest retreat, I turn and he's gathers my stuff and we retreat to the stacks.

Stopping, he freezes lost in his mind. I can see his desperate need for me to hug him, kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Shattering my will and mind as he gives me everything he has. My first real romantic, passionate kiss. My mind reels at what he causes me to feel, want and need.

Stepping back, looking into soulful grey eyes. "I have to study; this paper is due Friday before exams"

He reaches caresses my cheek, "OK. I'll get a magazine. Till your through." I smiles into him, kissing him, I kneels recovers her books and papers. He dropped them when I kissed him.

He puts his arm around me, as we return to the cube, he leaves and returns. The academic muses lift and carry me to rapid and thought-provoking word and lines. His looking at me, makes me feel care for and loved.

Xxxxxx

Walking out of the library we find Wanda, my car vandalized. Chris just leads me to a truck with a camper shell, hands me the keys. "You know the way." I drive us to the apartment; I share with Kate. Boy, o'boy is she going to be surprised in the morning.

Taking him home? Is that a good idea? I'm not sure. Letting him go? I don't have the courage. He makes me feel things, I've never felt, just read about. He lays across the bench, putting his head in my lap. I stroke his hair. Feeling contentment, like I've never felt.

Arriving at the apartment building, I share with Kate. He drags a bag of cloths out of the back. Locking the truck, we head inside.

Once inside my apartment, he looks lost, unsure, afraid even. "you have clean clothes to sleep in?"

He looks bashful, "relative clean, I ran them thru a laundromat, I'm not very domestic."

"ok lets throw them in the washer." Leading him over, I load the soap and then his cloths. I look at what he's wearing, looks like he's spent days in them. "what your wearing?" he smiles a strips naked. My god! angel in the wrong word, demigod is a much better fit. Michelangelo's David walk, talking, kissing me. I look he's very well endowed. My face flash beet red at the thoughts rampaging thru my mind. I must have him, must possess this angel fallen to earth.

"your clothes?" he asks panting. I've always been very body shy. It took Kate three years to get me in public in a bikini; for Petes sakes. But looking into his grey eyes, my body fires with need, stripping down to my bra and panties. He looks so sexy, and hungry.

He kneels and removed my panties. Lean in sticking his nose and mouth to the apex of my thighs. "O! O! God. yes, yes Chris!" I rack thru my first orgasm fisting his hair. He stands and kisses me. He drops my panties in the washer. Holding me up. I start the load. I remove my bra, hanging it to hand wash later.

Leading him into my room. I take him into the shower. We stand under the water in my cramped tub. I take a wash cloth and soap and wash him, noticing the burn marks on his chest and back. Kissing each scar of pain, to make the memory fade. I hand him the wash cloth and soap. He washes me, I feel him shutter when he finds the burn on my left shoulder blade or the scars on my butt and back of my legs. He kisses them, making me feel special and loved.

I turn back to face him, forcing him to kneel, looking up he see me take the shampoo and start on his hair. I shudder as he leans in, assaults me with his masterful tongue again. By the time I'm done, he's give me two massive orgasms.

He rises forcing me to kneel, starts washing my hair. I stare into my new favorite toy. The most wick thought runs thru my head. Something I've read about, heard Kate crow about. I lean in and suck him. Kneading his balls. And find I can take him all in. between the magic of his hands washing my hair and the rush of my first blow job; I orgasm again. As he rinses my hair. "Anna!"

I feel his cum run down my throat. Pulling back, I taste the sweet, salt essence of him. I like it a lot. We dry off, he blow-dries my hair, braiding it expertly. We return to my bed room, I rush into to kitchen to transfer the wash to the dryer and grab a couple of bottle of water. Returning we cuddle under the blankets. I expect he wants more tonight.

"Anna, just sleep babe. Tomorrow we will work more on our connection."

"Are you sure?" he licks my neck. "yea, babe. I felt your gift. You need some more time to adjust." I feel relieved and happy that he caring about my needs and well-being.

"You're not upset I have no experience?" I dread this might be his reluctance.

"Anna. I glad you waited on me. but my past is pretty bad. you might feel different after we talk. Tomorrow." Shit, his past must be bad if he's afraid it well ruins my feeling for him.

"Tomorrow", I say very sleep as a drift into dream land of his body possessing mine.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Saturday morning day 48, Vancouver Washington

I wake to the light high in the window. It's near noon according to the clock. Chris is dead to the world. Looking so peaceful and vulnerable. I get out of bed, pee and donning a robe head out to start lunch. Reviewing everything in my head. I took a complete stranger into my bed just on the instantaneous emotion we spark in each other. I smile as the tea kettle whistles. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I check Kate's room, she hasn't been home. I check my phone. A voice mail from Kate saying she had to rush home to Tacoma, her parents are at it again. We have the apartment to ourselves, wanton sexy images flash thru my brain. All of them involve grey eyes.

I fold our cloths. Our clothes, wow what a rush. I make some sandwiches. I feel the world tilt. As his hands wrap around me. I feel his nakedness. My robe billow to the ground, hands and lips. Teeth and animal sound swirl about us. I find myself laying on the breakfast bar. Intense orgasms explode thru me. as his mouth and tongue drive me to heaven.

I wake cuddled on the coach. I'm wearing one of his shirts, he has shorts on. I look into his eyes. he kisses me and starts to tell me of his life. I cry at the pain and misfortune he's had. He lay bare all his sins and errors. When he stops, I tell him mine. We cry for a long time together.

Lifting me; he carries me to my bed. Correction our bed. There I gift him and he cherish me.

It near 10'oclock at night when we rise and order pizza. Eating on the couch, I lustfully make him hard and we don't sleep till nearly 3am. I've become very addictive to my man.

XXXXX

Sunday day 49:

It's nearly 10 am when I stagger into the kitchen for tea. I sit at Kate's laptop. The writing muse takes me. Chris wanders out around 11. The paper due Friday is finished, and the one due Thursday is nearly done. Chris looks so hot in just the shorts. I'll finish the Thursday paper later. I wander over, watching him get some cereal down.

He lifts me on the breakfast bar, forgetting the cereal. He lunches on me. I'm fisting his hair, as the second massive orgasm builds inside of me. When Kate breezes into he apartment. She stops so fast she lands on her butt. I turn beet red and Chris looks up from my sex. Face wet with my cum.

"AGh Hi! Kate. This is Chris. My boyfriend!" I watch his eyes light in fear and then love. Despite Kate rising from the floor he kisses my sex, biting my clit. Sending me into orgasmic nirvana.

He pulls me up into his arms. lucky I'm wear one of his shirts. I turn glassy eyed to Kate. She is gulping like a fish. God, I wish I had my phone, I'd love to photo-bomb her right now. How does it feel to be the one walking in on your roommate having sex? First time for her, I can't count the number of time I did.

I sent Chris to put on a shirt, as Kate drags me into her room. The famous Kavanagh inquisition, began I tell her nothing. Except he's mine and I'm not giving him up or back. And that cheerleader and her crew jumped me at the library. Kate wants to go over to her sorority and kick her ass. "Don't waste the effort, Katie. Chris made Cheerleader's surfer dude eat out of straw for the rest of the semester."

We walk out to find Chris munching on cereal. I walk up and hug him. "Boyfriend?" he kisses me, "yes, my spunky girlfriend." I lay my head on his shoulder. He's fallen so far down, I will protect him and love him till he can recover.

Latter as the night rush in, we three eat Chinese takeout and watch some movies. Cuddled in his arms I know the road ahead will be bumpy but we will weather the storms and family strife.

Day 55: Barney's pov

I walk into Jason office, he looks lost and tired. I hope this news is good. Taking a seat. I see Sawyer walk in leaning on a wall. "Greys been heard from."

They sit up. "Last year Christian ask me to make a couple of USB hard drive remote installation device. Basically, flash drives that overwrite whatever OS and software on a computer, sync with the GEH servers and download the latest software and security suites. He used it on two laptops about a half an hour ago."

"do you know where?" Jason asks.

"yes, the main library at WSU in Vancouver. But what's more interesting is the two names for the laptops and login he created. One laptop in label Chris the other is Anna, he created a login for an Anastasia Grey"

"Could he be changing sex?" Sawyer asks.

"Luke! I doubt it. have the chopper ready to flight us down I have to call Carrick." Jason barks. I start to walk away. "Barney? Check WSU student rolls for every single Anastasia." I walk out wondering since the he ran off; Why has Grey resurfaced. An who is this girl? He's give equal privileges too? Could Christian mental breakdown have led to a relationship?

I check the WSU student rolls. There are only two Anastasia. One is a hard-eyed blonde slut. The other a nobody; till her picture pops up. Shit! the perfect image of all of Christian's sex slaves. Nothing in her record indicate anything like Grey does. Do I call Jason? I think long and hard. Then sent the text.

Staring at her face makes me fear what Christian has done. Staring at her innocent face I wonder, just wonder if she might have healed his torment soul. I walk upstairs, take Andreas hand, leading her to my condo. Losing myself in her love. Hoping just maybe Christian found something to hold onto.

*****In the Summery for this story and due to the limited characters allowed: I use "TO"as a preposition of movement or direction. Not as an adverb for reinforcement to mean very or excessive amount of something. Thus "Driven to hard, to long" denotes A wide variety of stimuli, you as the read can chose which of those your imagination decides have driven too insanity(yes here the adverb for excessive amount) Why challenging the mind: direction of thought, movement from one perception to another are the only descriptive ways to talk.

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