Author's Note:

Hello all,

I saw some people had concerns about this story containing rape. It will not contain rape in any sort of way. So no worries there. I will also be updating every Monday, or at least when I can. Enjoy!

Peace, love and hugs,

MaidSlave

APOV

The wind has begun picking up speed, going right through my jacket. The first day of November has been ridden with falling snow. I shuffle along the sidewalk in the park, trying my best to avoid everyone's eyes and try to keep the snow from coming into my tennis shoes. I find a bench and sit and look through my bag once more at my items I have; toothbrush and some toothpaste, pads I receive at a shelter, my driver's license Roberta helped me get, my other change of clothing, and one granola bar left. My t-shirt has started to become too thin so I'll need to plan on stopping at a shelter that offers clothing. Seattle is a large enough city, but homeless shelters are sometimes miles from each other and fill quickly.

"Oh you poor dear," a woman's soft voice sounds above me. I look up past my hole-ridden hat into the kind brown eyes of an older woman with blonde hair. "I wish I could do more, but this should at least help you out for the night." She holds out her hand to me and I see a small wrapped parcel.

"Thank you", I mouth to her, hoping she can read my lips. She gives me a warm smile and walks on. I feel the heat radiating off the package and I open it to find a large sandwich. Thank you merciful God, I think to myself. I tear off a tiny section of it and sit in silence as the evening shadows fall around me. I miss my parents and Roberta. Isaac? No, I don't miss him one single bit, even if I am to remain homeless for the rest of my days or die from exposure, I will never miss that bastard. I place my thin gloves back on and zip my jacket further up and try to remember if there are any shelters nearby.

"Here you go my dear," I hear a masculine voice come from a man who has appeared at my side. "Have some nice water." He holds out a bottle of water to me. Man, everyone in Seattle must be feeling bad for the homeless this winter. I mouth him my thanks and take the container from his hands. I turn the cap and feel the cold refreshment hit my lips and go down my throat with ease.


I slowly blink my eyes and try to take in the dark room around me. I shake my head and try to rub my eyes but my arms wont move. I look up and see they're suspended above my head. My heart races enough I can hear it in my ears and my breathing becomes hollow. I try my hardest not to panic but this situation doesn't look the greatest. I look down and see my bare feet are touching cold concrete floor. I'm dressed in a black bra and panty set that is definitely not mine. Oh God that man drugged me! Oh God someone touched me while I was unconscious! I try my best to try to wiggle my hands out of the restraints when a door opens and in walks a man.

"Well hello sunshine, did you have a nice nap," comes the voice from the same man who gave me the water bottle. I feel my brow furrow and my mouth turn to a snarl. "Oh now don't look like that when your master buys you. Look your best when he comes in." He steps from the shadows and I'm surprised it's a guy about early thirties with his hair completely shaven off. He's dressed in a white business shirt and black dress pants. He walks closer to me and raises his hand and I flinch out of instinct but he still grabs my chin and points my face so I have to look at him. "Hmm, I would buy you the moment my eyes fell on you. I bet your going to be a nice fuck toy for him." I shudder as he releases a hollow laugh. There is a knock at the door and another man steps into the darkness. "Ah Mr. Grey welcome back. Here is our newest member."

"What is her name," the stranger's soft voice comes from the shadows. I try to strain my eyes to see him clearer but I can't.

"Well her ID in her bag said her name is Anastasia Rose Steele and she's 22, from Montesano. She was homeless but I bet she'd still be a good fuck." The stranger steps into the light and my breathing stops. He has soft copper hair, a straight nose, full lips, and a sharp jaw. He has on a large black winter coat. His silver eyes are what get me the most: they don't look full of lust or hate like my capture's do. His eyes look like they're full of…kindness? I feel a sharp sting against my face and try my best to block the next blow.

"I said say hello you dumb bitch," my capture yells at me and raises his hand to strike again.

"I can't," I soundlessly yell at him.

"Don't bother Charlie, she's a mute," Mr. Grey warns. My eyes widen in surprise that he would see that.

"Oh a mute huh? Well I'll take her back into the holdings and bring another one out for you to look at," Charlie states. My body freezes at the thought.

"No don't, she perfect. She won't be a screamer." His words freeze my heart as well and I feel the tears start streaming down my face. I hang my face and silently sob, seeing the tears hit the floor as Charlie and Mr. Grey do business. I know now Mr. Grey is going to rape me or kill me once he owns me. For my sake, I hope he kills me first.

"Well it was a pleasure doing business with you once again Mr. Grey."

"You as well Charlie." Charlie comes over and leans above me and inserts a key into the restraints.

"Be good to your new master and maybe he'll go easy on you." My wrists are released and I start to rub them and try to will my body to shrink away from the man who owns me now. "I'll go get the stuff she had when we picked her up." Charlie exits the room, leaving me with Mr. Grey. He shrugs out of his large black coat and comes closer. I automatically cover my head with my hands and turn my face away from him. He stops just short of me and covers me with his coat. He's a good foot and a half taller than me so there's no way I'm escaping him. Charlie comes back in and hands Mr. Grey my bag but he hands it to me. I clutch it to me in an attempt to shield myself from him. Mr. Grey puts his hand on my back and guides me out another door into a back alley where a SUV is waiting with another man dressed in a suit opens the door for us. I look up at him with pleading eyes and he in turn gives me a gentle smile. When I get into the car, I try the door handle only to find it's locked. Great, now I'm really dead. As Mr. Grey gets in I scoot as far away as I can from him.

"Ms. Steele, I know this is going to be very hard for you to believe me when I say this, but please do. My name is Christian Grey and I bought you to save you."