This plot bunny has been poking me and harassing me for last two years. Relentless little fucker! Originally, this began as a dream. I wrote down the names and the plot, and forgot about it. But every few months this bunny would roam around my head, urging me to write this story. So here I go…

DISCLAIMER: Fifty shades of Grey or any of its' characters do NOT belong to me. I own the plot and more than a few characters though.

*I would like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is accidental; though I did borrow some names and characters from other places that are not mine.

I have a request. If after you starting to read this story, you don't like it…stop reading it. No need to be rude about it. Thank you.

This story is rated M because of Lemon, Violence and gory details.

Thanks so much to my awesome Beta, Ninkita

Chapter 1

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Opening his eyes, all he saw was darkness. A faint light was coming from the huge electric furnace at the far end of the room. The boy tried to move his hands but soon realized that his hands were bound behind his back and he was kneeling on the floor. He tried to move his legs but he couldn't do that either. He looked to his left and discovered his best friend was in the same position as him. Turning his head to his right, he found his other two friends were also in the same position. He didn't understand what was going on.

"Guys! Guys! Wake up!" he hissed at his friends. After calling them several times, they woke up and looked equally confused.

"Where are we?" one of them asked.

"Beats me!"

Suddenly the sound of a door opening echoed through the room. By then, their eyes had adjusted to the darkness. They saw that in front of them was a stage, a few feet high, with five thrones placed in order. There was a gate at the end of the stage which had just opened. Slowly, five figures in dark cloaks entered the room and took their places on the thrones. Another man entered and closed the door before he came to stand beside the middle throne.

"I see you're awake," said one of them. It was hard to understand which one spoke in the darkness.

"Where is this place? And why are we here?" asked the boy.

"This is your purgatory. And you're here because of… Eden Mathew. The boy whom you tortured so much… that he died at the early age of 14," another familiar voice stated with utter disgust.

"B-brother? Is that you?" one of the boys asked in a shaky voice.

"Throw them in the furnace and write the letters to their parents, telling them that these four have decided to go on a camping trip," said another voice.

"B-brother… no! Please forgive us… we'll never do this..." the bound boys started crying and trembling. Suddenly they felt themselves being lifted and carried towards the furnace. Five minutes later the dark room echoed with screams of pain and terror, as the smell of burning meat filled the room.

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It had been more than two months since he last had a Sub. Truth be told, he was getting bored with his BDSM lifestyle. It didn't excite him anymore. It felt like a chore when he was with a Sub the last time. He didn't even get off. Nothing was working. Elena thought he needed a new Sub or he needed to play with her. Christian couldn't openly tell her that these days the very thought of touching her made him want to puke his guts out.

Shaking his head, he tried to concentrate on the upcoming merger of the company. The Máocì Ltd from China was going to open new opportunities for Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. It was a vastly profitable merger. Christian smiled in satisfaction. His business was his passion… well one of his passions.

Christian's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of his office door. The door opened and then snapped shut, but no one came in. Christian wondered if Andrea, his assistant, needed something. 'If it was that, then why hadn't she called through the intercom? And Andrea would never enter without knocking first. What was going on?' The door opened and closed again. Christian was really irritated now. "Who is it?" he asked, using his Dom voice. He expected to see a nervous looking Andrea or her assistant, but all he heard was a childish giggle. That made Christian frown. 'That sounded like a child!' He thought he might've heard it wrong. He got up from his seat and walked closer to the door.

"Who is it?" he asked again.

This time the answering giggle was clear. It was definitely a kid. But what was a child doing in a corporate office? His office didn't have a daycare center in this building. The daycare was a few buildings away. The door opened again and beautiful little girl peeked through the door. Her eyes widened when she saw him staring right at her. Christian raised his eyebrow at her and that made the pretty little girl giggle again. Christian felt a small smile tugging on his lips too.

"Come in," he called her with a reassuring tone.

Slowly the girl entered and offered him a bright smile. She must have been around 3 - 4 years old. "Hello!" she greeted sweetly; though her 'Hello' sounded more like 'Tello' to him.

He smirked a little and knelt down in front of the girl. "Hello, little one! I'm Christian. What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Tope," she answered as she bounced on her heels.

"Tope?" Christian was really confused. 'Why would someone name their kid 'Tope'?'

" 'ope" she shook her head.

Christian realized that if her 'Hello' sounded like 'Tello', then her 'Tope' sounding name must be 'Hope'. "Hope?" he asked to be sure.

"Mmhmm." She nodded with a grin, pleased that he understood her name.

"That's a pretty name. What's your full name?"

"Full?" she asked tilting her head in an adorable fashion. Christian noticed that the little girl was wearing a light pink dress with a huge flower on her chest and a matching headdress. Her blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders in pretty ringlets.

"My full name is Christian Grey," he answered.

"Oh. My name … 'ope Steele," she answered, looking at her hand that held a pair of plastic wings.

"What do you have there?" Christian asked.

"My wings. Can't get 'em on. 'elp me peze." She gave him her best puppy dog eyes. With a smile, Christian started helping her getting her wings on.

"How did you come here? Does your mommy work here?" he asked.

"In the car… told 'em take me Auntie Andy. Auntie Andy work 'ere," she answered poking her pink tongue out a little as she looked around his office.

"You're Andrea's niece?" he asked.

She didn't answer him. Instead "Pixie dust!" she shouted happily, making Christian jump from her sudden exclamation, and started running around his office.

Shaking his head with a smile at her cuteness, Christian called Andrea's phone. "Hello, Mr. Grey?" she answered after two rings.

"Why aren't you at your table?" he asked.

"I came to the accounts department for the file you asked for, sir. I left Olivia at the table," she informed him nervously.

"Well, she's not here," he stated after looking out his door, before closing it again.

"I'm really sorry, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes," she apologized.

"It's okay. But be careful about it next time. Anyway… your niece is here to meet you. And… she came here alone. I'm a little worried," he told her, glancing at the bouncing little person in his office.

"My niece, sir?" Andrea sounded confused.

"A 3 or 4 year old little girl named Hope," he answered.

"Oh God! I'll be there immediately." Andrea sounded panicked.

"Hmm." And he hung up.

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A few minutes later, a knock sounded on the door of Christian's office. "Come in," a familiar muffled voice answered.

Andrea hesitantly poked her head inside and got the biggest shock of her life. Christian was walking around the room on all fours, while Hope was on his back. It took Andrea a full 30 seconds to realize that the richest man in Seattle was playing horse with a little girl. Clearing her throat, she called, "Um…sir? Mr. Grey?" Christian looked up and offered her a smile that made Andrea's eyes widen in shock.

After playing around for another half an hour, Hope got bored and demanded in her lispy tone to draw. Christian got her a few blank papers and some color pens to keep her busy. "So she's your niece? I didn't know you have a sister," Christian asked curiously.

"I'm an only child, Mr. Grey. Hope is actually my best friend's daughter," Andrea explained, "By the way, did she say how she came here?"

Christian pointed towards Hope and informed Andrea, "She said she came in the car. I don't know why she was alone. Do you have any idea?"

Andrea shook her head. "No, sir. I should call her mom. She would've let me know if she wanted me to watch Hope… Though she never asks me to do that during office hours," Andrea answered worriedly.

"Do you think she sneaked out? Can a 3 or 4 year old really do that?" Christian asked, puzzled.

"Let's ask her mom," Andrea muttered before dialing a number. "Hey, Ana. H…uh…sh… will you let me talk, missy?" she sighed. "I know you're worried. But don't worry anymore. She's actually here with me." A small pause, "Here as in at my work place, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc…yes… come here and we'll ask her together… she's drawing stick figures. Yup... See ya."

Hanging up, she looked at her boss and informed him that the girl's mom was coming to pick her up. Christian was feeling strangely protective about this kid. At least it seemed Hope's mom was worried sick about her and was not a neglectful mother like his biological mother.

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Around a little more than an hour later, Christian and Andrea heard the elevator of this floor being activated. They were in the waiting area, in front of Andrea's desk. Hope was running around the couches and throwing imaginary pixie dust. The elevator stopped and as soon as it opened a petite brunette came running out of it. Christian felt like his heart stopped beating for a second as he took her in. She was wearing a Cinderella dress, with thick diamond choker around her delicate neck and a leaf-shaped diamond bracelet around her thin wrist. She was holding onto her dress as she walked quickly towards Andrea's table, when Christian noticed that she wore real glass shoes. But what caught his attention was her long, free, wavy brown hair. She had a flower wreath around her head and minimal makeup on. His throat dried as he tried to gulp.

"ANDREA! WHERE IS SHE?" the girl shouted, clearly panicked.

"Ana, honey, calm down. You'll freak her out too. There she is." Andrea pointed towards the little girl who was still lost in her dream world.

"Hope!" The brunette, Ana, breathed out as a single teardrop ran down her cheek.

Before he knew what he was doing, Christian's fingers were wiping her tears away. "Don't worry, she was safe here."

Finally Ana noticed him standing there. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen… Like an animated Adonis statue. "Thank you," she whispered. Christian smiled at her and his grey eyes lit up, making Ana get lost in their depths.

"MOMMY!" an excited exclamation broke their trance and they both turned to look at the little girl that was running full speed towards her mother.

Ana knelt down and took her baby girl in her arms. "My angel! How did you come here? Do you know how worried mommy was?" Ana pulled back to look at her baby.

"I was hele, mamma." Hope nodded her head and smiled innocently at her mom.

"How did you…" Ana started to question but Christian interrupted. "Why don't we all sit down and then ask questions?" Ana nodded at his suggestion and they took seats in the waiting room. "Now tell me, how did you come here?"

"In the cal…" Hope titled her head to the side and looked up at her mom. "I gotted in an tolded dyvel to take me to Auntie Andy. An he tooked me," Hope explained. (In the car. I got in and told the driver to take me to Auntie Andy. And he drove me here)

"Why did you need to come see Auntie?" Andrea asked.

"Cudn't wear my wins. Mommy wat takin to Cally. I needed 'elp." Hope nodded. "'e 'elpted," she said, pointing towards Christian. (Couldn't wear my wings. Mommy was talking to Cally. I needed help. He helped.)

"Baby, there are like hundreds of people in our house who would've helped you if you had asked," Ana sighed.

"Misted Auntie." Hope pouted at her Auntie. (Missed Auntie)

Ana and Andrea chuckled.

"Oh. I forgot to introduce you. Ana, this is my boss and the owner of GEH, Mr. Christian Grey. He was the one who looked after Hope. I wasn't at my table when she arrived. Mr. Grey, this is Anastasia Steele, my best friend. "

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Steele. Call me Christian." He offered a charming smile.

"Nice to meet you too. Call me Ana. And thanks for looking after my daughter."

"No problem. It's lunch time. Why don't you and Hope join me for lunch? Andrea can join us too," Christian suggested. After looking at each other, both Ana and Andrea shrugged and agreed.

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A/N: What did you think about the start? Leave me a review and see you next chapter.