Chp6 morning after massacre

Escala:

Chris carries me over the threshold of our apartment, I marvel at the layout and design. It's exactly as I drew it, even the color scheme is mine. I dance about the great room, I should admire the view, but all I can do is stare at my husband. "Wait here, I have someone wanting to meet you very badly." he disappears upstairs. I hear shouting, and scratching as my dog bolts down the stairs headed for the kitchen, sliding on the marble floor when he sees me in the great room next to Chris's piano. I kneel as my boy charges into my arms, knocking me down. Hugging him. "Wiglar, you've grown so big and happy" I say with tears in my eyes for my man as my dog licks my face.

Chris lifts me up, kissing me. dancing about the room, to the sonnets in our head. Wiglar dance about us. I let the happiness seep into our life. I know soon the dark parental clouds will descent on us. Till then I plan of being happy, loved and very well fucked. "Chris, I need some, some ah? Where's our bed?" I ask blushing at my wanton desires. He says not a word, just dance me to our bedroom, locking the door in Wiglar face. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and I melt in passion and need.

Slowly he strips my cloths, leaving just in my bra and panties. He stands stripping naked. Kneel, he kisses my stomach and works down to my sex. I feel him tongue in me, as the lights flash and the room spins in ecstasy. I feel the orgasm building in me. I can't take his magically talented tongue anymore. I rock on his tongue, feeding my desire. Till I find myself on the bed, his masterful pounding on me to orgasm after orgasm. He rolls bring me on top, I remember the websites call this cowgirl or something. I ride him till his eyes roll to the top of his head, clinching my sex muscles. I watch him come undone, releasing me to waves of bliss, racking my body has we cuddle in the aftermath, letting the headiness of our passion and love carry us to sleep.

We wake to screams and shouts, I look at him. "The parents are here?"

"Ye'pa, we should get dressed, we need to look presentable for our execution." Chris jokes, slapping my ass.

"remember it's your fault we waited till now to wed, I wanted to do it as soon as I turned sixteen." I smirk at him.

"I never thought you keep me, fifty shades of fucked up me. I never thought you could? love me?" he sounds lost and alone.

"despite your Florence night gale syndrome diagnose CEO Grey. I will, have and always love you, put up with your bad habits, well we shall see how much your trainable!" attacking his mouth, straddling his hips, the adults can wait. My man needs reassurance this is real, long term and what I most want and need in the whole wide world.

We after a while exit our haven, Wiglar trails us, he was asleep outside our door all afternoon, to the families in the great room. Our executioner, chomp at the bit to destroy us. "Welcome everyone to my home, I see Gail as gotten you all drinks and snacks. I would like to present my (I flourish my hands, taking his) husband." I amaze myself by not faltering or stuttering the speech. A pin could bounce about the room and be heard as clear as a bass drum pounding to Ramones tune.

"Annie? You can't he's your step brother?" Dad tries to convince me.

"Dad. I love you and your new family, but it's always been us. Together. Since we met all those years ago. I would have married him two years ago, but he refused. Wanting me to find someone better. Like that could ever happen." I pull his hand to my lips kissing it. He releases my hand, pulling me to his side, taking my right hand in his left. My left-hand snakes into his jeans back pocket goosing my man's tight rock-hard ass.

"Anna are you sure, it's not too late to get the marriage annulled." Cary says. Holding dad in an iron grip. I know he wants to punch Chris. But I won't let him. Elliot is stunned like he can't grasp I married his brother. Mia is bouncing in Grace's arms. I look about the room, Taylor and three CPO's are standing by to prevent the riot about to start.

"Annie, he seduced you into marring him, he's a sadist, did he tell you, he has a dungeon upstairs. Please reconsider." Dad begs me.

"Dad, I know all about it, and he didn't seduce me into marriage. I seduced him into marriage. I'm the one who proposed both times." I smirk as he cups my butt. I kiss my husband's lips feeling the calm strength to stand and deliver are will to the families. Our future, with or without them.

"Gentlemen, I think we should retire to the dinner table and discuss the future of these two specials, willful adults over dinner." Grace commands. We walk into the dining room. I sit next to Chris, none of that other end of the table bullshit. The dads are disarmed, the table erupts as we argue, threaten, and compromise. The take-out Chinese is delicious. As the evening winds, down. Till the adults are satisfied with our stubborn refusal to divorce.

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Near midnight: pike market district.

We walk our dog, thru the rain washed empty streets of the Pike's Market district. He hugs me to his side, just a normal couple doing normal things. Tomorrow the press will explode and our peaceful antimony will forever be lost. Tonight, we are just Chris and Anna walking our dog. Later as we sleep, it's heaven in his arms, like my dreams. I watch his breathe and time his heart beat. Measuring what I have loss, with all I've gained. I let the night close my eyes to the worry and pain of tomorrow. At least I have him for now, forever.

The light blankets of fog, billow thru the downtown towers of glass and concrete, washing the windows with ghostly tentacles. The eerie feeling of being lost in a cloud, trapped in a nightmare. I wait for Rod Serling to step out of the shadows talking about how were trapped in a nightmare of our own making. I sip my tea, smiling at the reflection of myself, here in my home. The penthouse in Escala, I yesterday moved all my cloth and stuff up to here from the condo on the 15th. Kate and Mia are stunned and upset over my marriage, but I think they'll get over it. After all Kate is sparking Elliot, and Mia worships her brother.

I see my man sneaking up behind me, with Wiglar right behind him. "Spill my tea gets you punished, Husband" stops him, he walks normal a wrap his arms around me. kissing my neck and licking my ear. I melt into his embrace, loving the feel of him and his strength. "what's the punishment?"

"Oh, I don't know maybe a week without your kinky fuckery, or a month maybe?" I tease him, like we could go a more than a day without sex.

"Oh no a week of just my finger and tongue to make you scream my name. A whole month of me making you come and come every minute of the waking day. This would be a very tired and abuse set of fingers" he teases back showing his finger to my face. I reach out and suck the tip, biting softly as he moans, I shake out of his arms, putting the tea on the Piano, dropping my robe, leaning my overheated breast against the cold glass. Wiggling my butt.

My man drops and rides me to the first orgasm with his tongue and fingers. The he stands up and drives into me, hard and fast. I'm on the edge, of a massive orgasm, he slows and rides me thru multiple waves of bliss. Till he carries me back to our bed, a giggling, sleepy coed.

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I meet the girls for breakfast, Chris had to leave early for a breakfast meeting. They play twenty questions and I try to answer the best I can. Their warming to my marriage, as we head off with security to class. Sawyer is close by all the time now. We walk to History class, we talk. He's afraid of Chris Dom reputation. I assure him, yes, I know, yes, I will not allow someone, anyone to go stuff I don't like. We reach an agreement. I suspect his sweet on Mia, but I'm not sure.

Classes goes as expected since no one knows I'm Anna Grey now. Soon that will change with the party Friday night at the Space Needle. I leave school early to meet my personal shopper Carol at Niemen Marcus. She decking me out for the half dozen event coming up. Tomorrow I have waxing and haircut at Bella Rosa Salon, Mia's and Graces favorite place, Franco is a fake Italian, gay blade and shameless gossip. But does my hair perfectly, teasing me a man will sweep me off my feet. How right he was, I skip a little step in joy at my life and my future.

Carol is professional and very kind. I don't know squat about fashion and even less about hi-fashion. I think I should have brought Kate or Mia or both. My head is swimming, as Sawyer opens the door allowing Mia, Kate, and Grace to enter. This will be a bonding experience or a pier-six brawl. I wait for the first slap.

"Anna, dear. Christian called said you were have problems chose gowns for the upcoming events?" Grace ask all motherly and kind.

"Yes, there's so many, so gorgeous I'm not sure what appropriate for which events?" I confess.

"Not a problem roomy, Hubby emailed me a list of events. Mia lets sort with Carol. Carol could you order some Tea for Grace and Anna" Kate bullies everyone, her and Mia quick sort out a dozen outfits, start matching accessories. I marvel at their ability to create complete outfits. I'm not sure I ever could. Grace pats my hand, handing me a hot tea.

"I'm sorry for the other day, you caught us all flat footed. I know your special to Christian. He's never been able to open up to anyone, like he does to you, or us now. He seems so relaxed and happy. You both do."

"We been secret pals since that night years ago when he saved me in the woods. I remember finding the letter under my pillow on how to contact him. I was so overjoyed; I dance in the back yard till I was exhausted."

"you two are a match for each other. I hope your both willing, committed to this whole heartily?" Grace ask worrying her tea cup. I reach out taking her shaking hand. "Grace, your son is the only thing I exist for. I love him with my heart and soul. You don't need to worry about Us. I've waited two years to be his wife, I plan on dying old and gray in his arms."

"Yes, he told me. You are an angel. Let's check on the fashionista, shall we." We walk over to the racks, I put my arm around her, hugging her to me. Kate and Mia have even labeled the outfits for which events as well has a complete wardrobe of causal everyday cloths. I pout at them, and accept the reality I am now a billionaire's wife, still coed me, but I only what to be simply Chris's soulmate. At least I have closet space for all this.

We girls seem to bond, accept my new status and revel in the happiness of my new life. I watch the eyes truly shine with happiness and love at me. Grace has de-aged a decade, giggling like a school girl at Kate and Mia over the top fashionista pouts. I smile too, today is a good day.

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Ray-pov

I swing around the mat throwing rights and lefts at shithead. Ducking I swing hard for his ribs, he blocks and snaps a right jab to my unprotected jaw. Staggers me to my knees, I look up to a full power snap kick to my head. I wake to Cary holding an ice pack to my head. I see shithead squatting on the other side. Ready to go again, I'm down four times now, I lurch up on my unsteady legs. Punch my gloves a head for him. He leaps up, ducking under rolls past me, I try to turn but pain shoots thru my head. I see the mat racing towards me. this was a lot easier in my youth. I wake to Cary holding two ice packs, one for my jaw the other for the back of head. I'm on the trainer's table. Christian is gone.

Cary helps me home to bed, my bruised body aches, nothing compared to my heart. My little girl is married to a rich, sadist I don't understand anything. Everything the families thought the two of them where is flipped on its head. Like they been married for years, she did his whole penthouse, even the Bdsm room. She has her dog, Wiglar. Strangest of all she knew it was him for years. They talked about the stolen moments, like at Discovery Park where they first kissed while I was in the bathroom. He was going to meet her again that day, when she saved Wiglar life. He took the puppy to keep for her. She talks about the times she sat a read to him in her room. Had long one-sided conversation with him. Wrote long letters and emails to each other. Grace is stunned that her son lived a shadow live to be near his love. That he was going to give everything to be with her, even if she rejected him.

I lay in Cary's arms, wondering if I could accept this. Him, the shithead. I wonder if I'll ever have my little girl back. I look up and Anna sits on the side of the bed. Putting fresh ice packs on my jaw. Stroking my cheek. I must be whack of my mind. She kisses my brow. "Daddy, please accept us. I love you. and Cary but Christian is my world. Please share it with me?" she strokes my face, tears run from my swollen eyes. I nod, I don't want to lose her again. Maybe Christian will turn out to be not such a shithead after all.

Cary-pov

The fight with Ray was brutal, I've never seen Christian like this. A focus rabid subhuman killing machine. Merciless in attack and brutal in defense. He is like nothing I've ever seen before. I don't recognize my son at all. The humanity seemed to disappear as he beat Ray to a pulp. Each time Ray tried again, Christian was harder, meaner, more brutal. After the fifth knockout, he shed his gloves and gear and left. I watch Taylor pace behind him, wary of his rage.

I watch Anna enter our bedroom, talk to Ray and me. I'm having trouble accepting this. But I believe it will work out. She has always been smart and loaded with common sense. Ray would always talk about her strengths. I let her leave, before going to the kitchen. I'm shock to find Christian waiting in there. "Anna wanted some stuff from here, we'll be gone in a few minutes." he says cold, like the last five years didn't exist between us. "Christian I love you and Anna. I want to support you two, I do. Everything is so fast, weird, I mean you're married?" I wonder where all my lawyers training has fled, he rises and hugs me. "Dad, I know, we love you guys too. You guys just have to accept we're married, gong to start a family. Anna will get her degree and have whatever career she wants. I just want her happy and safe. I want us all happy and safe."

I feel a soft hand on my face, looking into blue eyes alight with wonder. "Come over for dinner next week, Wednesday I'm making Meatloaf and baby potatoes" she invites us. She is a miracle. I nod yes. They leave, I return to Ray holding him. "Ray the kids invites us over for meatloaf next Wednesday?" he looks lost and then resolved "With the baby potatoes?" I nod. "Ok! Cary I'll try to be a father-in-law." I smirk at him kissing his sore lips. "We're both father-in-law's and fathers. I want to hold our grandchild one day." He smiles at me, stroking my hand. We drift to sleep wondering what tomorrow will bring.

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Same night:

Twenty-miles off the coast of Oregon beyond the lights of Astoria. The fishing trawler Mary Anna plows thru rough sea, the Captain and deck hand are the only two aboard. The captain sees they've cross the coastal shelf into deep water. He changes positions, letting his first-mate and friend take the wheel. Working his way aft to the box strapped on the stern. The muffles scream from inside bothers him not, his mind is focus on his nine-year-old granddaughter's blood corpse left in a field outside of Bremerton. That smug pedophile leer at me thru safety of jail bars. This one is the same, a child rapist and killer. I cut the holding straps letting the rocking of the ship slip it off the fantail. Sinking fast into the murky depths. One less evil waste of humanity, a lot of kids will be spare from his evil. I salute the foaming wash of his plunge into the depths with a middle finger "Rot in hell Adams!"

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Same night

I watched Escala, looking for an entry. I've tried delivery man, handyman, even applied for a job. None thing, is going my way. Since Tacoma. I think a direct approach at school is my only option. I head back to my car. Cutting thru the service alley. Pain shots thru my body, I spasm in pain, looking at a blonde guy. He squats and leers at me. "Obsessed little pervert, you're going for a long trip, it should take you a couple of years to get back if ever. I'll be Waiting to sent you right back to the hell hole you deserve."

I wake to a rocking ship, trapped in a cargo container with a mattress, food, water, toilet. Nothing else. A painted sign on the wall says I'm going to brothel in a place that men like me are used like women. I cry, and cry at my failure and curse my gay father, Jose sr. I will survive this and have my revenge on Grey and Anastasia; I know in my heart I'll never see America again.

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Same night

Eliana is purring as I apply the whip, she screams for more, harder it's like we're reliving our honeymoon. She adores my blonde hair and thin face and body, liposuction rules I have to get it every year. The overseas doctor did good work. We are going to enjoy taking the high and might Christian Grey down; Like a dog. My artificial elbow aches as blood spurts from her back. Her pet, is cringing on the floor sucking me as I release my demons on her. I feel my orgasm build and explode in his mouth, he knows better than to waste a drop. I watch the wall explode towards me, strange ghostly figures charge thru the smoke and dust, Wow these drugs are great. I watch a rifle butt slam into my face, as the lights go out.

I wake in a jail cell, Eliana is across the way looking defeated. A marshal walks up and smile evilly at me "Well Mr. Lincoln. It's a pleasure to meet you after all these years chasing you, We have many, many wonderful charges to lay on you and the former Mrs.. Many, many wonderful centuries you'll spent in supermax. The Federal AG is not cutting any deals this time to either of you. I suggest you run as fast as you can head first into the wall, as many, many times as it takes you to die, you're both in for long hard life inside the beast. People like you are victims in here. Bye now, enjoy your stay in federal supermax prison." He smirks walk away. Later I'm taken to a shower to clean up, a dozen hard cores criminals are in there. I start to protest, they drag me into hell, screaming for help. The guards just walk away.

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Wednseday morning

Seattle times:

FEDERAL OFFICIAL SAY THAT CONVICTED CHILD RAPIST AND TRAFFICKER COMMITTED SUICIDE IN HER JAIL CELL IN THE SUPERMAX PRISON IN COLORADO LAST NIGHT. ELIANA LINCOLN WAS ARREST MONDAY NIGHT IN SEATTLE WITH HER FORMER HUSBAND. THOMAS "LINC" LINCOLN ON ONE HUNDRED-NINETY SEX TRAFFICKING CHARGES OF MINORS, CHILD RAPE, AND SOME TWO HUNDRED OTHER CHARGES. HER EX-HUSBAND IS EXPECTED TO FOUND GUILTY ON ALL CHARGES FOR A MINIMUM TERM OF FIVE HUNDRED YEARS BEFORE HE'S ELIGIBLE FOR PAROLE. OFFICIAL SAY THAT HE ATTACKED SEVERAL OTHER INMATES AND WAS BADLY INJURED, LEAVING HIM PARALYZED FROM THE NECK DOWN. WE WISH HIM A LONG PAINFUL LIFE IN PRISON.

Seattle Noz

SOURCE IN THE KNOW SAY THAT RECLUSE BILLIONAIRE CHRISTIAN GREY MARRIED ANASTASIA STEELE; A STUDENT AT SEATTLE UNIVERSITY NOVEMBER 1. THE FAMILIES WERE SHOCK BUT HAPPY FOR THE COUPLE. PEOPLE ARE SAYING THEY ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE AND COMMITTED TO THEIR MARRIAGE. WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE NEW "IT" COUPLE OF WASHINGTON STATE, THE WEST COASTS THIS WEEKEND AT THE BELLEVUE HOSPITAL CHARITY GALA. THIS WILL SURELY BE THE EVENT AND MOMENT OF THE YEAR.

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Edmonton, ferry building dawn. Wednesday morning

I sit on the upper deck observation platform, sipping my latte and munching on a bagel. Watching the Sound breath to life a new day. The small cargo container ship heading for India, then Pakistan. I try to guess which container young Jose is in, I believe the third from the front, three down on this side. I smile at my guess. The pervert Adams is sunk beneath the waves beyond the continental shelf. Just up a disappeared, what a pity. Lincoln is never coming out of the prison, I paid good money to insure a life of pain, humiliation, and horror for him. The bitch troll took the easy way out, the doctors believe it took four rushes to kill herself on the wall. Only the black-haired guy remains. He's hiding very well at present, but I'll find him.

The accessories are disposed of as well. Lincoln club is gone, the bad clients exposed. The good warned off. Eliana submissive are disappeared into the underworld of real slaves and real pain. I've cleaned house on the way to this day. I smile at a couple of kid's sailing a small boat along the shore. I loved to see one day Christian and Anna do that. I smirk at the world. After all I'm Collins of Collins and Woodcourt & Bleak, INC. A shadow walks over mine. I look up to my partner Woodcourt. "Now what, our job is finished?" he asks.

"Soon, our retirement is assured. Once the Black-haired assassin is dead. Do you miss the COMPANY?" I ask him.

"No, not one bit, there in Langley, we were just clogs in the machine. Here for the kids we make a difference. For Grey, we pledged our loyalty and lives. He would give his for us. His father did. You can't ask for a better boss."

"one day we should tell him about these evil seeds we flushed down the toilet."

"no, let them know there gone, not how, or why. They need a new start, not more nightmares of wasted evil people. Maybe take him one day to the wall; point out his father's star." Woodcourt says grim and truthful. I nod. We are shield man to Grey. We will protect them forever as along as we live. Maybe one day, we will tell him of his father brave sacrifice before he was born, on a lonely beach in Lebanon. I watch the kids in the sail boat. How young we were then, how innocent of the world. How are lives and careers change with a chance reading of Forbes in the COMPANY waiting room of the Associate Director for Military Support.