Warning*** this is a dark and violent story: very different from my other stories. Adult theme and not for most people of this character fan fiction.

Coup-de-ta: GEH is under fire as the Christian Grey is removed by a hostile take over staged by family, friends and enemies. Christian must survive alone without his staff, who can he trust? How will he win? Where is a safe haven?

Chp1 lock box

A lock box is a private illegal prison, brothel, or psych ward. It is designed to destroy the individual, depriving them of sun light, time, and reality. The word shrinks to the cells and common areas. The mind destroys itself and the staff helps it along, while prolonging the bodies shutdown. The lock box is meant to be the end on the line.

Pain, pain. Burning pain, as I try to scream, but nothing escapes my gagged mouth.

I feel free, floating, the pain is gone. I open my eyes, I'm floating above myself. I lay on a table, naked in Frankenstein's lab. A male nurse is slapping my face with his junk. A female nurse is crushing and pulling my junk. As an older glasses wearing doctor adjust a strange box with knobs and dials. It so crystal clear. A black hunk of rubber is in my mouth.

"Can we have him again? Doctor." The male nurse asks.

"NO. the principles will be here next week, Lincoln doesn't like him damaged. I'm sure after their visit you can have a few days with him. I look forward to a round of Greek with him. Ask I know you are, till then use the Haiburtorn, his insurance is almost dry.

"I can't wait to add some fun to my off time" the female says as she hits my junk with a stun gun. The body spasms and jerks.

"Enough Rachel, let us start the next round of treatment." He says. They step back from the body. He hits a switch.

I watch the body spasm a lift off the table, as the world fades to black, as the pain returns.

Xxxxxx

I wake slowly, on a mat in a bright room, I hear people shuffling about. I raise one eye. A bright light from the window above me, floods a large room. People are moving about. In hospital robes. I'm naked. Disoriented.

I roll off the mat and try to rise. The world spins and I fall to the ground. Strange shapes and animals flirt across my vision.

I watch the people; strange hollow people, cartoon animals', distorted faces and bodies. Shit, walk about me. A hard face nurse walks up, evil smile. "I see were awake. Good. You fouled yourself. Let clean you up." She grabs my hair and drags me to a shower room. I don't feel like I fouled myself. I don't see the mess. She laughs as the fire hose hits me. Cold and brutal. She loves this, she laughs and cheers the male nurse to get my junk and face. I feel battered and bruised as she dry's me. Hard and painful. She puts a diaper on me. Dragging me back to the dayroom, as she calls it. Belittling me, humiliating me. Hurting me. She rubs my chest and back. Enjoying my screams and pain. I'm hunger.

She injects me several times.

Later as I wander the day room, the windows show a warm summer scene. The last I remember was Thanksgiving at mom's. how long have I been here? I feel myself. The dream seems real as I feel the evidence of my rape.

A bowl of something, oatmeal, gruel, I don't know? Everyone falls down and scarfs the paste. I start to do this, it seems familiar. I make like I'm eating, but trade bowls with the girl beside me. It looks like I ate. Within minutes everyone is asleep. I fake it. The staff drags me to a cell. Small, closed in. cinder block cement walls with a light that never turn off.

I sit a feel the walls close in on me. The drugs their giving will make escape impossible. I hate the light. I don't have anything to break it.

Xxxxx

There is no measure of time passing. Nothing to count or measure. Time, I don't know what or how much time has passed. I hear the nurse, guard rattle the door again, it's been six times. Is it hourly or bi hour or four hours? I don't know. I stare at the door as his baton rattle the door. I need to count but it is just too hard, as the drugs and lack of sleep take my mind to strange terrifying places.

I have a talk with my mother, my birth mother. She berates me for letting the pimp win, letting him rule my world. How she tried but couldn't overcome the drugs and abuse. That my dad, left her, abandon her and me. The light the dam light.

Xxxxxx

I remember a training technique Claude taught me. I wedge my foot to the door sill, and wedge the other to the corner. Chimney climb up the wall, I can just reach the light, the dam light. I push my hand into the cement ceiling for leverage.

The ceiling gives, what the hell. It's not cement, its dry wall painted to look like cement. I punch thru the drywall. I rip till I find a beam. I rip a hole to crawl thru thick layers of pink insulation, I itch bad. I find myself on the roof.

The air is cold and still; the whole psych ward is inside a warehouse. The whole thing is fake. I move along the thick insulation. I move towards the back where the I saw the nurse station, office at. I move as quiet as I can, I hear voices. I find an air vent.

Xxxxxxxxx

I peer into a bunk room, break room. Four guys playing cards. Three male nurse/guards and a patient. The friendly old guy from the day room. A plant.

"So, you got plans doc for the weekend?" the fat nurse asks.

"Yea, I'm taking the girl to Vegas for the holiday and medical conference. The wife will be here tomorrow to scrub floors and clean. Jake's is bringing her." The mole says

"Well, gentleman. Royal flush." The thin nurse says a sweeps the money into his pot. The other throw their cards in. and leave with comments and insults. I watch them leave the building and walk thru the warehouse to a door far in the wall. A blast of cold air chills me.

I watch him pack his wining and walk into the ward. I make my way to the end of the building. I careful drop to the ground. It's cold. I try the door. It opens. I move inside. I find the breakroom has CCTV monitors. I watch the asshole rattle the doors. I see a time clock set at odd intervals. Four rattle an hour. Its December 31 according to the CCTV clocks. I see batons and stun guns. I grab a stun gun. It's charged. I wait for the asshole. He enters the room. I Taser his ass. I find cable ties. I secure him. Gag him. I check his wallet. Colorado license. Where am I.

I search the rooms. I quickly search the frig, I'm starving. I find a sub sandwich and some hungry man meals. I nuke a couple of meals as I starve the sub. I find a box in a store room with my cloths. I shower and dress. I find a laundry bag, I steal the asshole money, including his winnings. I take his keys. I need information.

Xxx

The nut house is divided into three parts; the cells, the dayroom, and the offices/labs. Two labs are stark white rooms with metal restraint tables. The third is Frankenstein's. electroshock set up, something out of 1950's horror movie. I throw up what little is in my stomach. I concentrate on the two offices. The first is a stark conference room with small nondescript desk work stations. The last is a rich, expense office with industrial file cabinets. I try the keys, one opens the filing cabinets.

I find my files, it thick. Shit. I find an envelope with my wallet, cards, phone, battery out and even my passport. I dump it all into the laundry bag.

I find a large locked drawer in the desk. I back track to the breakroom. I remember a tool box. Bring the tool box. I use a large flat head screwdriver to break open the drawer. Shit the drawer is full of plastic boxes. I spot my name. the box holds dozens of flash drivers.

I'm about to leave when I realize there are two wall heaters. I check the big one. It's real. I check the small one near the desk. Its fake. I metal fingerprint safe. I could never break it. I strike in anger the wall. Its' drywall I rip the safe from the wall. The back is cheap folded spot welded sheet metal.

I hammer and pry the back off the safe. God what a cheap piece of shit. Money! Lots of Money!

I quickly stuff my bag. It's all I can do. I open the cells, everyone is too far gone. I feel bad I have to leave them. I start to leave. I see the nurse on the breakroom floor. I stomp hard on his ankle. Shattering the bones. He screams in pain. Payback bitch!

Xxxx

At the warehouse door, I find a key box, with several keys. I start to take Bob's, I take the bronco keys. I find a used aged dodge bronco SUV with spare gas cans. I crawl underneath the vehicle. Yes, a low jack module. Thank you, Jason. I rip the module out and stick it into the other vehicle engine block. The radiator fan will smash the module and destroy the fan blades. Win-win.

Xxx

I drive down the road, thru a couple of gates. That auto-open. I find a highway. I take the first on ramp. Hwy 70 outside Burlington Colorado. I speed east into the New Year. I drive like a mad man, as the cars and thing morph and distort. I pray I don't kill someone. Do I go to the police, who can I trust, who can I trust?