A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one. My household has been sick and there hasn't been any time to get this one ready. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy.

CHAPTER 6

CHRISTIAN

I leave the room and secure the locks to our door and put the key in my pocket. Jason, Luke and Barney are the only other one's who have a spare to my room. I needed to leave that room before I lost my shit and told her everything. The look on her face makes me want to rip my own heart out of my chest. I am going to have to tell her something but not the entire truth. It's too risky right now and we are so close to closing this deal.

I can't believe she ran from me. I almost had a heart attack running through this house trying to find her. If Jose would have found her first I would hate to see what he would have done before I got there. Damn that girl can run too! I completely forgot that she ran track in High School. She almost made it to the woods and then that would have been a disaster in finding her.

Hearing noises through the door and I put my ear up next to it to listen. Sobs are coming from my room. This is killing me. I have done some terrible things in my life but this takes the cake.

Jose and his big mouth referring to my Angel as a slave makes bile rush up my throat. Never did I want her to hear that or be referred to it. This is a side of my life that I keep very private and have for a handful of years. The look in her eyes when she found out that my real name is Christian and not Chris sealed the deal for us. I saw the way she looked at me.

Betrayal.

I might have been able to talk my way through slave trading or owning dozens of BDSM clubs but lying from the moment we met and not being honest about my name shows that I have deceived her from the get go. I don't think that she will ever believe me now that she knows I have lied about that. She will be questioning everything we have ever done and shared together.

Pushing off the door I walk down to the first floor to find Jason. I see him talking with Ryan and Reynolds. They must be updating him on the women we have done in the basement training.

"How is she?" Jason asks as I approach and he dismisses our trainers.

"How do you think? This isn't how I wanted her to find out. She wasn't supposed to know about this."

"I know Christian but she does now and we will just have to adjust to it. I spoke with Luke and he thinks we should tag her with one of the chips so that next time she makes a break for it we will be able to track her and find her sooner."

Great putting a tracking device under her skin like an animal is a sure fire way to get her running back into my arms. I know this is for her safety in case something happens but I still don't like it. It will look as though I really am trying to make her just like our other women here.

A slave.

I shake those thoughts never wanting to think about my Angel like that.

"Sure, but I don't think I can do it. Have Luke be the one to do it and make sure she doesn't know about the chip."

"She will come around Christian. Once she knows everything she won't hate you. Hell, she might jump in your arms once she knows that you were just trying to safe her."

"I don't think that will ever happen." I add sadly.

"When is the next gathering?" I ask trying to change the subject of my Angel. I need to throw myself into work to distract me for a little while.

"Three days. It will be big with a lot of well to do men around here. I'm thinking around a dozen or so. Oh, and Anastasia made the news. Her photo is plastered everywhere. I thought that it would take a few days but apparently, her father knows the Chief of Police well."

Shit, this isn't good. We don't need any attention to blow back on us.

"Is Barney on top of this?"

"Yes, he is monitoring everything and is in contact with a source at the Police Department. They have no leads and since he cleared out the videos on that street no one is the wiser. For now."

We go our separate ways and I head to my office to watch my Angel for a while. Luke should be on his way up there soon and I want to make sure she is okay.

When she told me that she hated me I felt like that four-year-old boy lying next to his dead mother again. The hurt and the pain feel the same. And then when she turned her face away from me was the ultimate nail in the coffin.

She doesn't want my touch. I thought I had gotten over my self-loathing years ago with Jason's help but I can see the door opening once again. Anastasia brings out all my insecurities in me.

I see her on the monitors and it looks as though she has cried herself to sleep. I really hated the idea of putting cameras in my room at first but now that I can watch her when I'm not with her.

Luke walks in as I trace my finger over her sleeping figure on the screen.

"Hey man, Jason said you wanted to speak with me."

"Yeah, I think we need to tag her so that if she runs again we can find her more easily next time." I say turning my attention to him.

Luke laughs. "Damn she gave me a run for my money this morning. Good thing I ate my Wheaties for breakfast." He humorously says and sits down in the chair across from me.

I laugh too because Luke prides himself in being the fastest in the group. She almost ruined that this morning. And who would have thought that a small woman who is half the size of us could give us a run for our money.

"Let me know when you want me to tag her. I am assuming that you want it to be in a discrete place on her body."

"Yes I do. I don't want her to know about it at all. I was thinking that we could have the cook put something in her lunch to put her out for a few hours and then place it on her."

"Sure thing Christian."

Luke leaves and I turn back to the monitor. Being this close and not being able to touch her is killing me. Screw it. I get up and make my way down the hall and start unlocking our door. I hate that I have to take these precautions but I know that this is for her own good.

Entering in the room quietly as I can I close and lock the door. I make my way over to my side of the bed and sit down. Her face is a little swollen from crying so much and she has tear streaks coming down her cheeks.

I caress her face lightly with my fingertips and she stirs a little. When we were in Miami she would sometimes talk in her sleep at night. She would say things that would make me laugh and other times I couldn't make out what her words were.

Her eyes blink a few times and then focus on me. There is a soft smile that comes across her face when our eyes meet.

"Chris." She says in a groggy voice like she used to do every morning we woke up together.

"Hey beautiful." I say back.

She looks over my shoulder and then around the room. She must realize where she is at now and then shoots up and away from me. Being restrained she can't go far but it feels like a million miles away.

"Please Chris let me go and I won't tell anyone about you or the others." She starts pleading. If it were only that simple.

"I'm sorry but that's not how this is going to work."

I can tell she is thinking about her next move. I wish I could read her mind to see what she is thinking.

"So, what now? You order me around all day and jump to it like a good little slave."

"Well, that would help things out a lot if you did as you were told." I say more for myself than for her.

Her eyes widen and I can see the defeat in her face. Every conversation we have I can tell a little more of her light dims in her eyes and I hate it.

"Will you ever let me go?"

I have to be careful how I answer this question. I want to tell her that in a few weeks we will both be walking out of here and starting a new life together somewhere away from all of this but I can't. I can only give her the basics for now.

"I don't ever want to let you go, Anastasia. You mean the world to me." I say whole heartedly. "Look, there are things going on that you don't understand but this is your home for now and I think that you should make the best of it."

I start to crawl across the bed to her.

"What are you doing?"

I reach for the cuffs, "We are going to have a shower and then lunch will be here for you."

"A shower? Together?" She swallows hard. I know that she is affected by me and vice versa.

We have the most amazing chemistry together and it's like nothing I have ever experienced with anyone else. I mostly had one night stands but nothing as serious as this. She sets me on fire in and out of the bedroom.

Releasing the last cuff my body is laying over hers.

"Don't run again Angel. The doors are secure and you promised me. I would hate to have to punish you." I threaten. Of course, I would never lay a hand on her in that way but I sure can threaten it.

She nods her head and her breathing becomes heavy.

"Say, yes Christian." I command only inches away from her lips.

"Yes Christian." She says breathy. I can feel that she is wet between her legs. My shirt has risen and my body is settled on top of her.

Is she turned on by me telling her what to do?

My dick has been aching for her and these last few weeks away from her have been torturous. But I won't take advantage of her. I have to know that she wants us and is not made to think she that she has to.

"Let's go shower." I say and move back and pull her with me.

I lead her by her hands back to the bathroom and start the shower. I remove her clothing and guide her under the warm water before stripping my clothes off. She is not saying a word and I hate it. She is usually so talkative with me and I hate myself for this situation.

"Angel talk to me."

She is reluctant at first but then speaks.

"Will you force me to have sex or do other sex acts on you?" She says looking at her feet.

Jesus, what kind of a monster does she think I am.

I grab her chin with my finger and force her to look at me.

"Anastasia, I will never force myself on you. I am not going to make you do anything without your permission sexually. You might earn a spanking to remind you of who is in charge but I will never force you to have sex."

I see her shoulders relax a bit.

"I know that this is new to you but remember that it won't always be like this. One day we will go back to the way it was when we were in Miami."

She looks at me confused and I know that I need to change the subject before I tell her too much.

"Turn around and put your hands on the tile." I feel her tense up. I use to say this when we showered in Miami before I took her from behind. "Don't worry Angel, I won't have sex with you until you beg me. Turn so I can clean your back and gorgeous ass."

She reluctantly turns and I do as I say and wash her. I leave her in that position while I quickly wash myself and then turn off the hot water. We towel off and I walk us back into the bedroom.

"Are you going to mark me?" Anastasia asks as I get our clothes from the dresser.

Shit, how does she know about the chip?

"That man, Jose, said you should put me on a leash."

Christ, I had hoped she didn't hear that. But now that she said it, I wouldn't mind having her labeled as taken by me.

"Stand up." I say and she follows my orders. "Good girl." I praise. I dress her in some of my boxers and sweats along with my shirt. I ordered her some clothes and they should be later today or early tomorrow.

Once she is dressed I walk her back over to the bed.

"Lay down in the middle so I can put you in the cuffs."

She looks over at the headboard and then back at me.

"Please Christian, I promise not to run again, don't put me in those cuffs." She pleads.

"Sorry but until I can trust you again I think this is for the best. Luke will be in soon to bring you some lunch. I have a few things I need to work on so you won't see me until later tonight."

"Trust me! That is funny coming from someone who kidnapped me." She gives me in a hateful tone. I love that she has some fire back in her. "My family will be looking for me, you know. They won't stop until I'm brought home."

"Don't worry no one will find you until I want you to be found. Now give me your wrists."

I don't wait for her to give them to me because I know that we will be here all day. So I grab them up and place them in the cuffs.

"This will go a lot smoother if you just do as your told. The punishments will be less for you." I see her eye widen. "Yes, Angel I said punishments. You need to learn who is in charge here and who you belong too. The quicker you learn that the quicker we can get back our normal routine." I hear her huff and it makes me laugh.

I lean down inching my face closer to her making my intentions known. She doesn't turn her head away this time but she still doesn't meet me halfway. Right now, I will take what I can get. The closer my lips get to hers the more my heart starts to race. I place a soft kiss on her lips at first but she doesn't respond. I know that it is going to take some time before we are back to normal but I am hoping we get there soon. I miss her so much.

I linger a little longer as I feel her body respond to me but she is holding firm. I sigh and give her one more before retracting my body and leaving the room. If I don't, I don't think I will be able to stop myself. I need her like I need my next breath.

I check all the locks before making my way down to Luke's office. I let him know that as soon as she eats her lunch and is sedated to place the chip in. After that I go to my office, turn on the monitor and laptop. I watch as my Angel picks up one of the books I placed on the bed and is reading it.

She told me about her dream of being in publishing and her love of romance novels. I made sure to have her favorites there for her. I can tell she is thinking more than reading and I just wonder what is going on in her head. I turn back to my computer and research collars. I want a special one for my Angel and only the best will do.

About an hour later I watch as Luke finishes placing the tracking chip into Anastasia's body. We usually have them put in on the shoulders of all our girls but I wanted hers to be on the back of her neck. The temporary collar I put on her will cover it up and she won't know about it. She will just think that the soreness is from having something around your neck.

I'm not a religious man by any means but I pray every time I see her that she will forgive me for what I'm putting her through and we can work this out.

Anastasia

I wake after eating the loaded baked potato soup and salad that Luke brought me. I guess I didn't realize how hunger I was until I started eating. Luke watched me like a hawk and we made small talk.

"So, how does one get in the slave business?" I ask sarcastically sitting down at the small table by the window.

"Well we placed an ad in the local newspaper and it just caught on from there." He says deadpan.

"Really?" I say an octave higher.

"No, not really. It's complicated and Christian will tell you when he is ready for you to know." He says as he checks his phone. "He really is a good guy Anastasia. Not everything is as it seems."

He says that last part very cryptically.

I need to play nice until I can figure out a way out of here and since I'm mostly chained to the bed and have no further interaction with anyone besides Christian I decide to play the friend card with Luke. He might be a way for me to leave this place.

I saw on a show one time that if you try and humanize yourself to your captures then they see you as a person and not possession.

"I see you're a runner." I start.

Luke belts out a laugh. "Yeah, you almost got away from me and ruined my recorded around here. I didn't realize just how fast you were until I saw you from the dining room. You were already halfway to the woods when I burst through the doors." He is still laughing and it's contagious and I start in too. It feels weird to be laughing in this type of setting.

As I finish up the last of my meal I feel my eyes getting heavy. Who knew eating soup and salad was so tiring? I watch as Luke moves around the room but my eyelids are starting to droop. He picks me up and places me on the bed on my side.

I don't really remember anything else after that but here I am cuffed again to the headboard. I need to play nice and do as Christian says. I know that I can use this to my advantage in making him think that we are back to the way we were in Miami. I can gain his trust and then bolt when he least expects it. I almost made it to the woods before and if I get another chance I know I will make it this time, I just need to bide my time.

Christian wants me as a slave then he will get one. I hate how my body reacts to his touch. It's traitorous and I can't control it no matter what I try and do, it melts to him. I can be deceiving just like he was with me over those six weeks. He won't know what hit him and when the time strikes I will be out of here before anyone is the wiser.

I see out the window that it is dark now so my nap must have been a lot longer than I thought. When I turn my neck, I feel an ache and soreness. I place my fingers up to the spot where it aches and feel a leather strap around my neck.

Shit, he did it. I feel around the collar and in the front I feel a ring and a small lock there.

I hate him for this. For what he has done to us. I thought we were going to ride off in the sunset together but he has ruined it. Ruined my love for him. My body may respond to his touch in a loving way but I know that my mind feels hate.

I hear the locks on the door turning and know that Christian is coming. I lay back down on the bed and wait like a good little slave.

Play the part Ana and you will get out of here.

The door opens and I see him enter and shut and lock the door back.

Showtime Ana.