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Fifty Shades Abandoned – Chapter Eleven
"Shut up," Jack sneered as Ana whimpered as he pushed her down against the wall, tying her hands to exposed pipe work in her apartment as he did so. He had no remorse for the hurt he was inflicting and he would continue this until he had the desired effects or received results. "You should enjoy being tied up."
Ana's eyes bulged, "E-excuse me?"
Snickering, Jack tightened the cable tie so her hands rid up the piping more. "You heard me," Was all he told her as he left her be against the wall on the far side of her bedroom.
Watching him distance himself from her, she began to feel the pull radiate all the way up her chest cavity, a small trickle creating a singed pain upwards into her arms as they were tied into place. She shifted her body weight to try to form some type of pain management, but it was futile. Placing her head to her arms, she rested for a moment and attempted to conjure some self made pain relief.
Distraction! Ana distract yourself! Her subconscious was rapidly filtering through paperwork for a distraction worthy of working, and then bingo, she had one.
Raising her head, Ana watched as Jack traced his own invisible foot prints on the carpet as he walked with calculating thoughtfulness. "Why did you take Mia and Kate if you were just going to hand them back?" Ana asked out loud in a confused tone, "You just took them, didn't hurt them, and you just gave them back."
Jack chuckled as he paced, "I wanted your family to have a little heart stopping moment to realise that you three were gone, and they worked as perfect presents. You'll be the best present when I let him have you back. It won't be pretty," He heard no response from her at that, complete silence until the shock dissolved and her body squirmed to fight for a way out, but she whimpered as the piping burnt into her. "Will you shut the fuck up?" Jack practically exploded at the sound of her whimpers became a constant. He thought her asking was a ruse; a way to distract him, but he realised he was slowly burning her and the distraction was all for her.
"It's burning," Ana commented back and looked up at her hands. "I don't have the energy to do anything dangerous, Jack. You made sure of that. Please just untie me from this pipe."
Assessing the moment, Jack stepped in, hesitating momentarily before releasing her, "No smart ass moves."
"None," She responded honestly and he cut the cable tie to free her hands. He watched her soothe her sore wrists and in one swift moment she turned the rubbing motion into a full powered punch into his groin.
He hadn't expected it one bit.
Ana worked fast, the moment he hit the floor, cupping his manhood, she lunged and got the gun and shot it regardless of her failing body. She saw the bullet pierce his leg, blood spraying out as the metal ripped though his muscles. For a moment she actually was disappointed it wasn't another part of his body.
Seeing red, Jack lunged for her before she had a chance to fire a second round. "You stupid bitch," He said as he hit her, gritting through the pain created in his leg. He smacked her across the face so hard her body flew a little before impacting with the floor with a harsh thud, her head making a sickening crunch with the ground as her body turned to fluid in a moment of shock.
When she had enough sense to realise what was happening, Ana found herself tied back up, this time her wrists against the scolding pipe and she couldn't resist the urge to just whimper out louder than ever before. Jack had lowered her arms, making her chest more open and the pain reduced some, for that she was thankful, but in doing so, he had been able to make sure her hands were more secure around the pipe.
"Jack, please loosen this," Ana pleaded as the burning sensation never ceased, her movements only worsened it; there was no relief for her.
"Oh no, I'm not letting you out, you crazy bitch," He retorted and went over to her bed, taking the cord from the bathroom robe in order to tied it around his leg, "Fuck!" He bellowed through his own pain and then hobbled over to the window and sniggered as he heard familiar noises and saw the awaiting police, ambulances and Grey family. "Seems your husband brought back up."
"He won't bring them up here," She commented as she watched him close the curtains so that no visual of him could be seen. "He's not stupid."
"Oh, I know he's not," Jack scoffed as he tried to ignore the pain in his leg. "I know he kept his sordid little secret for years. Seems his stupidity came when he met you," Jack accused maliciously. "The stupid gold digging whore turned that man into nothing."
Ana had done enough to make sure that none of Jack's words hurt her, but slowly the venomous snake of doubt had made its way into her common sense and was ripping it apart. She started to feel like she had metaphorically torn Christian apart and was nothing but a worthless bitch in his life.
She had no time to dwell it seemed as fate intervened.
"Ana!" Came Christian's voice as the door bounced off of the wall just behind it.
Jack put his fingers to his lips as he picked the knife up off of the bed, Ana's eyes bulged once more not knowing it had been there, and Jack allowed Christian to come searching for them.
Feeling her breathing becoming erratic, Ana tried to relax, but she had images of the knife piercing Christian's body, maiming him, killing him. Everything fazed together; she forgot about Jack, about the pains, about her own safety and her tunnel vision just waited on Christian.
"Ana!" Christian's voice was closer this time that it had been. He was coming now; he was just outside the room!
Hearing Christian was like hearing God, but seeing him was like kissing with the devil – it caused Ana's damnation.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fifty Shades Abandoned -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Some form of relief took over Christian as he realised the gunshot was not at Ana, but by Ana straight into Jack's leg. It was the first thing he realised before sensing movement from his peripheral vision on his left.
Seeing that Jack was going to go for Christian, Ana felt her heart stop. "Jack!" Ana screamed in a bloodied cry to stop him, and she was amazed to see it work. Jack stalked away from Christian, not letting his guard down to Christian's potential peril, never turning his back to the crazed and exhausted looking man. He knew Christian would fight, and he knew he was strong and Jack Hyde refused to take chances.
Christian watched his wife, his Ana, and he had to swallow hard. She looked so damaged and injured, so small and vulnerable even if the strength in her voice proved otherwise. He hated to see her like this, and now that he had her in front of him, but couldn't get to her. He needed a way to get her out and seek medical care. He had to save her.
Remembering the gunshot he heard, he soon realised Jack had taken a bullet to the leg, and Christian felt both a rush of pride and anger burst into his veins, heating them with the adrenaline. His wife was a constant source of surprise, but she did it at the most breathtakingly best and worse times. This time being whilst she was held hostage.
"What will it take for you to let me take my wife and leave here?" Christian asked, his focus flicking from Ana to Jack. "Name your price."
Jack smirked in glee, "Five million, Grey. Five million in the next hour." He then laughed as he watched Christian calculate ways to get the money and fast. "To up the pressure, I'm going to show you the time limit you're on with your collateral price."
Christian knew he couldn't get that money without leaving the apartment. He felt his hope wane and his eye traced over his wife before he spoke again. She was looking at him; so much pain and elation swirling together in her gaze that it hurt. She was so happy to see him, but he could do nothing to help her. "Collateral prize?" Christian questioned, but the realisation hit him soon. "She is no one's collateral! She's my wife!"
Laughing as his paced backwards towards Ana's side, Jack pointed at her with the knife, "Making her my collateral. All the time I have her, you'll obey me with such ease. So if I don't get my money, you don't get you wife," Jack said as it twirled the knife around in his hand and readied it on her, all whilst he pulled the gun from his waistband and aimed it directly at Christian, but looked to Ana quickly with a smirk. "And if he doesn't get me the money, I won't give you back to your husband, Ana."
"You don't have to do this," Ana whispered. Jack had just used Christian as a threat - her biggest weakness. "You have no need to do this."
"I'm securing my fortune, Anastasia," Jack told her as he readied the knife, his gaze casting between husband and wife. "I won't kill her because then you have nothing left and I get nothing. I'm just going to hurt her enough to give us a time limit, Mr. Grey." Holding his gun steady, Jack looked down the barrel at Christian whose eyes were not on him, but his wife and he took a step closer immediately feeling Ana's quiet fear.
"No," Ana pleaded as Jack trained the knife at her chest, his gun still steadied on Christian. "No, please, don't, no, Jack," She continued to beg weakly for her life. Her breathing becoming so erratic and scared that the words were stalled and separated. "Don't do this, Jack, please."
"You do that and you're a dead man," Christian was becoming increasingly agitated; his vision was verging on blood red. He knew if he moved, the gun pointed at him would explode and he would be a dead man before he even made it within breathing distance of Ana. He could do nothing but hopelessly watch. "This won't achieve anything! You don't have to do this."
Seeing him take a step forward, Ana's heart stopped. "Christian," Ana spoke up, her fear at him getting hurt taking over. "Don't do anything stupid. Please. I won't survive if he hurts you." She knew that comment wasn't one sided. She knew it worked that way for them both, but to see him hurt would scar her more than anything else.
I won't survive if he hurts you – more than he has! "He doesn't need to hurt you though! He does that and he's a dead man for sure!" Christian bellowed. Oh, my Ana, you are so getting a spanking for doing this to me! My selfless, loving, protecting, strong Ana.
Jack snickered, "Oh, but I do need to do this. I'm securing my collateral prize," Jack told Christian and then, without another word, put his plan into complete action. He didn't care for sentiments or love, Jack was working on his own wealth. He could use Ana's health as his bargaining tool. "Let the time limit begin."
Feeling the knife penetrate her body, Ana closed her eyes as she felt the searing rip through her chest and then her shortness of breath took over. The hold of the knife became lose and she wondered if Jack had pulled back entirely, but she soon looked into Christian's horrified expression and realised all wasn't what she thought. Looking down, she saw the crimson soaking into her top, but she also saw the knife as it remained lodged in her chest. The partial piece of the knife that wasn't sitting in her chest and shoulder was glistening at her slightly.
She had the desperate urge to pull at it, but with her hands tied she could only look at it as it sat completely still in a place it shouldn't be.
Silenced with fear and confusion at how this all had happened and at what to do, her subconscious screamed at her like it had that first night of their separation. Except this time, it was for totally different reasons.
Fifty! Fifty! Fifty! Baby Fifty!