A/N Well, I have to apologize first. Some of you have written that they can't wait for the next chapter. Now try to live in my shoes! I live in my story evry day and I can get it written down with agonizing slowness. So even if I tried to keep it written the way - one chapter, one pov. But I wanted so much to write the next one and I already know that I shouldn't submit more than one chapter per day, so it turned out as a double chapter. And it went this way simply because I'm too impatient for normal and patient walking. I wanted this next milestone of my story written down and I wanted it now! :) I hope you can understand me.

Ana's POV

I looked at the money on the table numbly. Christian left it in the morning, telling he forgot it at home. It was a cue for me to take it when I fled. I watched his money half of the morning, but no matter how much I watched, I couldn't come into terms with it. It still looked like he was paying me. But what did he had to pay for?

I was no hooker to take money for having sex. I loved him, I did it for me more than for him. Was it for the pain from yesterday? But it was me who asked it. He gave me way out more than one time, but it was me who went back and gave the body up for beating. I wanted to know and now I did. I had seen that light in Christian's eyes, when he showed me flogger. I remembered how eagerly he agreed with my spanking. And I knew now, that I would never be the one for him.

My heart fell on the floor, ready to be tramped on. I was shattered in pieces and I was so sorry about my reactions. It wasn't his fault. I asked it. I cried a lot that morning, mainly in self-pity. I loved the moon like a schoolgirl. I knew my time in here was coming to the end anyway, but I hoped to carry a dream with me. A dream that in alternate universe there might have been Christian and Ana. I needed some hope to carry my body through the days and I lost one of them yesterday.

All I had left now was that remote satisfaction that the shitholes who captured me, will end in court, in jail. I, Anastasia Rose Steel, needed to do that much. It didn't matter at that moment, that I could break in the road. I was already broken, violated, humiliated. I couldn't see the future of falling in love, leading another man into my bedroom. How would I tell him that I was only half of a person and there was no way, I would let anyone touch me in some ways. That he could never do things that should be normal in relationship? I didn't have that dream. But I hoped with all my heart I could take the freaks out of the streets. There was no way I would let anything like this happen to any other girl.

How many girls like me had there been? And what happened with those who weren't bought by single owner? They had ended on streets, they were forced to sell their bodies. Probably ended up in drugs or alcohol and died before their time.

But I wasn't even able to think about the life of those who were sold to single owner. If what I went through last night was norm or the simpler than usual punishment, then it would have been even worse horror. They literally had nothing except the ability to breath as long as they were aloud to. I shivered over the thought and thanked every known and unknown god for helping me out with easier road. But My easier road was also obligation. I had the chance to help those girls who should have been next ones in that basement.

And then there was this money, eight thousand, six hundred and thirty nine dollars, to be precise. If Christian had told me, he threw me out, I would have gone. But there was no way, I would have taken that money. I would have gone and hoped to find my way out of the city I didn't know and had no friends in. Yes, I and Kate had thought about moving here after college, but I had no idea how to contact with her. Plus, every year, after spring session, her family went somewhere to the holiday and right now she was probably in some real warm place, flirting with every guy who was attractive enough.

Less than hour after my last message to Christian, he came home. I was ready for him. I was ready and waiting in living area. I expected him to be mad and that made me even more afraid of him.

Yes, afraid. I hope you don't thin that I was so bold without feeling or seeing the consequences. I might have been bold, but I never was the stupid one. I wanted the world to be a better place. I wanted to help other girls, but I also wanted to have a chance to live without a fear. A hope or dream – something to hold tight, when there was a rainy day and mind started to play its tricks.

And I needed to know that Christian was out of the hook as well.

"Alanna!" Christian greeted me. His jaw was tight, his eyes distant. Yes, he was mad with me. Maybe even more than mad and I needed to explain myself. I stepped closer to him, but he didn't welcome me in. I flinched as a thought that he deemed less of me after yesterday.

"Christian," I told in my too quiet voice, I was able to hold and transfer. "Please don't be mad at me!" I bled. I felt tears forming in my eyes and blinked them back in. It was not the time to cry!

"But I am," he sighed and sat on the couch. "Alanna! I don't want to harm you any further, but there is too little I can do if you still want to go through tonight."

"Just hold me close to you through the night!" I pegged. "I can trust you in that. And I feel safer with you next to me."

"But why? Why do you was to go through this? Don't you have any self preservation at all?" His anxiety was over any limit.

"It's not like that. But right now the knowledge of them all under law and punishment is the only thing that keeps me going."

"I don't understand," he started but I pegged him quiet.

"Please listen me out! I don't have too much right now and when I think about future, I want that feeling of being safe. I want them all behind the bars for three different reasons. For one I need the feeling of safety and I would never get it knowing they are out there. For the second, I nee to know that helping me didn't get you in any further trouble. It would haunt me if anything would happen to you. Yes, I know you see things differently but I can't reason my heart. It would still feel what it wants, no matter what I would keep telling with my mind."

I sighed and kneeled in front of him, but he gently pulled me up and sat me next to him.

"No kneeling when we are not yet in that hell, we'll be going tonight. About your first reasoning – I was going to put a tail after you. There would always be a help not more than twenty steps behind you."

"What if I had noticed him? I would have freaked out so badly, you probable needed to call my sanity lost forever."

"No! Taylor had someone ready for you and you would have never noticed a professional in your tracks. But the second on. Well, yesterday, when we thought it through, Taylor agreed to increase my security as well. But tell me about your third reason."

"Because I can," I whispered, hiding my face, looking far away. "If the information we gather tonight helps police to take them down, it would mean that many girls would be safe. When I ran away from my mom and when my mom got beaten up later, she went straight to the police. She must have been humiliated and I know she was shamed of letting me down. Well, at least she was back then. But she went through all the accusations and held herself strong because if she didn't there would have been next woman or girl in his way." My throat started itching after so much talking. I guess I wasn't too ready for long speeches. I swallowed but it didn't help much.

"And you think, it's your time?"

"I have the chance that majority of those girls never get. I was the lucky one and I can never stop thanking you." I started to cough violently till my face was all red and tears started to fall. "Water! I need some water," I tried to tell Christian and before I finished the sentence, he was up already, bringing me glass of water. It felt cold, when he left my side.

"You shouldn't talk that much yet," he told me while I drank. "At least not till my mom had looked you over."

I nodded and let him hold me. He held me as I was made of glass. I wanted to show that I can do more, I wasn't afraid of him in general and I wasn't broken too far. I had my own reasons to stay up and stay alive. I felt strong and with that I kissed him slightly. He kissed me back, I led him further, giving access to my mouth, letting him trail his hands around on my body. Boy, he felt so good! He felt like sin! Now, when I knew that I wasn't good for him in long term, it felt even more like sin. But with all my morals, I wasn't able to pull away. I simply needed him around me, in me. I felt his hard on poking into my shirt and was even more thrilled..

"We shouldn't!" Christian stated minutes later, after pulling his body away. I felt rejected, but nodded. Yes, we shouldn't play around, if I wasn't enough. And I wasn't.

He placed me so he could look straight into my eyes, but I wasn't ready for that. I didn't want to show him my weakness, especially if it had everything to do with him. I looked away and he sighed.

"If I'll have an option tonight," he started and turned me to face him once more. "I can't promise you anything, but if I'll have something to say in the course of the actions. What would you want me to do?"

"Keep me away from them," I whispered.

"What should I do if you freak out?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Bring us out alive," I swallowed. "Well, your touch, I could calm in that."

He put his palm on my cheek and held it there.

"I can do that," he smiled and I reached into his hand. Well, of course everything went wrong that evening. It went wrong so painfully that I don't even want to think about it now. If I knew, I would have made a different decisions. But maybe not. I was already broken, I was already down in mud and feeling the power of being helpful, power of bringing them down - it was strong and needful feeling. But I'm not ready to speak about that evening right now. Maybe tomorrow? Or the day after that?

Christian's POV

I tried to be careful. I knew I had hurt her last evening more than humanly tolerable and last thing I wanted was to freak her out. I hit her scar with the whip and the more I thought about it the more I was repulsed of myself. If anyone would have done that to me, there wouldn't have been a stone on another. I would have beaten up anything and anyone I could.

Her reasons to stay made sense in a way. So, all I could do next was keeping her alive so there would be a chance she could live up to her next dreams. But I had to be careful.

I left Ana into living room and went to finalize arrangements with Taylor.

"What do you get, Taylor?" I asked, entering the security office

"Right now it seems as we have everything under control. At least as little we can possibly control. Sawyer and I will come in with you as we discussed and I will also wear a small recording device that is turned off as we enter. I can't be too certain but if their search advices aren't better than the ones we saw last time, it should work afterward quite well."

"Weapons?"

"We can't get them in, but Raynolds will have them in the other car.2

I nodded. I listened one more time about the building location, about every detail they had worked through. Ana's collar had a tracking device build in and we all hoped, we never had to put it on duty in real life. Taylor also assured that he would report to Clark as soon as we will be out and he was hopeful about the information we could gather.

"As the chief of your security I would prefer, that it could be avoidable. But I do feel strongly about Ana and if locking those bastards up, will give her some internal safety back, then we should do it. And, if we can keep your involvement from leaking, it would make the security arrangements in long term much easier."

I nodded and left to the kitchen. Ana was there, helping with salad.

"Gail," I started and Ana flinched, dropped the glass bowl she was holding ang backed away with tears in her eyes. I felt like shit. Right at that moment I thought she reacted because after previous night she was afraid of me. Later in the road she told me she was simply anxious over upcoming evening. She walked on her nerve endings, but I had guilt in me to prove me otherwise.

"You can take new leaves," Gail told Ana. "And I'll get a new bowl." She turned to me and gave a weak smile. "Yes, Christian, how can I help you?" I constantly observed Ana, who was now busy with salad again. She didn't show any sign of a fright any more.

"I was just wondering about dinner time."

"It will be on the table in ten minutes." She turned to Ana for a moment: "I'll start setting the table, dear." and then she nodded for me to follow.

"I know it's non of my business, but I think you are too hard on yousrself, Christian." Gail sent me a look filled with motherly care. Well, she wasn't that much older than me, but she somehow had us all under her gracious heart. "She's anxious and afraid before the night. Right now she's jumpy with all of us, even me."

"I try my best, Gail."

"I know you do, sir. Just," she sighed. "Just bring her back alive. That's all I can ask for tonight and that's what I told to Jason. Well, I told him, he'll be sleeping in god's house if he let any real damage happen to Alanna." She put the knives and forks on table, set glasses on place. "Some damage is probably inevitable, but it has to be the last time or I will run away with her."

Gail was crying before she finished her sentence and I didn't know what to do. So I just nodded to her and mumbled:

"I'll do my best, Gail. You know I'm attracted to her, so it would be rather me than her. But Gail, would you gather Alanna's tablet, teddy and some soft blanket few moments before we leave. I don't believe we can avoid all the damage and she need some comfort on our way back. Well, it's gonna be close to two hours ride."

She nodded, brushed her tears and left. "I'll put them in duffel bag and give to Raynolds."

"And Gail!" I called her. "There is no dog in here."

"I don't see that as a problem. I could still order a dog house and put in on the roof." She smirked. "But I have a feeling that if it goes that far, I should order two houses, because you would probably want to go there by your own will."

She was right. If anything went wrong today, it would be my fault.

"You can use my credit card for that," I agreed with her, but she only gave me a weak smile:

"Let's just hope, it won't come to that. It would be pretty hard to explain to Alanna, why the two men, she trusts the most, are sleeping on roof."

I just wished Ana wouldn't be so stubborn. But she was all the good traits. She was beautiful, strong, stubborn and caring. She was the most admirable person I knew. And yet she was throwing away her very self in order to help hypothetical others.

After dinner I showed Ana the dress, I wanted her to wear. It was a small sleeveless black dress, so her bruises were all visible, her scratched knee showed off. You didn't even have to look for seeing strong welts, whip left on her. I didn't want to see them, but I needed. It was a reminder for me and I vowed to keep her as safe as possible.

She stood in front of me in her high heels and collar. She was so vulnerable and fragile, yet just as strong and good hearted. I took her hand and led her down to the cars. For the last image I saw Gail handing a bag to Raynolds and we left.

Our drive there went in silence. We all were on edge and even if my usual reaction to such an anxiety would have been yelling on everyone, I couldn't do that now. So I kept myself quiet and let Taylor drive.

"It's time, Christian," Taylor announced few minutes before our arrival.

"Alanna, put your both arms under seat belt," I asked. She obeyed and pulled her arms together, knowing I was going to add handcuffs on her arms.

Our car stopped and as we were in some kind of strange movie Taylor and Sawyer jumped out. Taylor opened my door and Sawyer went to Ana's door. He attached the chain on her collar and led her to me. I could see Ana's trembling when I took the chain and attached the other end of it to the single cuff on my wrist.

I slowly went in, Ana half a step behind me. She was half hiding behind me, seeking any safety possible.

"Christian, darling!" I heard before I saw. Elena was half running to me. "I knew you were just in time."

"Hallo Elena. How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm fine!" She smiled me her devious smile and checked Ana after that. "I can see that your little slut have gone wrong in some edges."

"Well, You can say so. But then again, you know the new ones need more encouragement and directing." I tried to be as carefree as possible, but it turned me almost nuts.

"Oh, I know that more than most of us," she laughed and I wanted to strangle her. I knew it was too late for any forgiveness, but when I recalled my thoughts over yesterday, when I still half believed Elena's words while marking Ana.

It was me that Elena had shown the same treatment and more. It was me and yet I did it to Ana? But now was not the right time to dwell over that. We went in. Elena introduced me to several people and by the sudden yelps of the chain I knew who had been there to torture Ana.

We sat down and Ana came eagerly between my legs. Well, at that point I was a little surprised. I knew I frightened her and yet – here she was. So I only had to think about all the memories these people triggered. I wanted to pat Ana's head and calm her down a little. But I knew I was supposed to not care that much. At least not in this stage. And I was afraid that Ana would jump on my touch.

I kept talking with random people. Some of them had slaves with them, others were probably the ones responsible for this industry. Well, we all were responsible of that, because I knew best that if there was no market, the production would die out.

One by one, new slaves and their owners went medical examination. And one by one they were entertaining us. Well, of course, if you like that kind of the entertainment. Ana flinched every time she heard a scream. I saw tears in her eyes and she was constantly biting her lip. For the time we were asked to get the medical's done, she had a drop of blood on her chin.

I helped her up and while looking deep into her eyes I slowly lifted my hand and brushed the blood away. She swallowed hard and I led her to the examination room.

It looked like typical ob-gyn office. There was the examination table with stir-ups hanging on one end. There was a table with the computer on it and a middle-aged man came to greet me.

"I'll start with general gynecological examination and then we can think about variety of options," he told me and turned to Ana: "Undress yourself and climb up to the table. Slut like you knows exactly what to do."

I fisted my hands and my jaw was closed more tightly than preferable in situations like that. If Ana wouldn't have started to talk I swear to god I would have killed the fucker.

"Master, would you help with the zipper," Ana asked quietly and lifted her cuffed hands higher as an apology for not doing it herself. I pulled her in front of me, held her by arms and looked her eyes. Ana was on the edge of freaking out. Her body was trembling as she already was in huge pain, her eyes were filled with so much fear and sadness, I just wanted to hold her.

Then I remembered her previous words and held her longer. I brushed my fingers over her arms and waited her to calm a little. After few moments she started breathing slower and I smiled. She mouthed me "Thank you" and I turned her around, helped her out of her dress and pulled the chain, leading her to the table.

Docter's assistents secured Ana on table. I stood close to her and still held the chain in my hand. I yanked the chain in order to remind her my presence.

"I can see, you know your ways around women," freak told. "The bussy seems to be used, but not overused. Everything seems to be healthy right now." He stopped and looked the welts. "Or perhaps it's been of limit over some punishment."

"It's nobody's business what I do with my property," I snarled. Everyone nodded and he kept working.

"Oh! I remember this one!" freak gyncologist said with strange excitement. "It had quite amazing reaction for some simple touch." I posted up, but before I could have had any time to react, Ana was already screaming her longs out. It was louder than yesterday and she trashed away.

"Still sensitive," nodded to torturer and stepped closer to Ana. I held my hand on her arms and she jumped once more. "No need to freak her too far inside right now. She still has a scene to be felt and I want her sharp there."

Guy held his arms up and backed a little.

"I'm already done in here. Now, would you want me to check het tits as well?"

"I did it earlier," I smirked, thinking about all those times I had kissed and played with her breasts. I unbucled Ana and she stood up.

"I heard her vocalising again. If you would like, I could mute her again," freak told and held a little ampoule up. I saw Sawyer steping closer and reading the label, so I did my best to distract everyone.

"No, there's no need for that. I rather enjoy hearing what my hand and whips can do." I pulled Ana closer and turned her back to them. "You see what I mean?"

"I see," he nodded. I was the precise moment for the guy, who signed contract few weeks earlier, to step in.

"What a marvelling sight!" he whistled. "I suggest you wouldn't put anthing on that masterpiece." I cursed, still holding Ana around her shoulders. She had finally started to calm a little and her tears were stoping their flow. I didn't want to frighten her more.

"Stay close to me all times," she whispered for my amazement.

"If that is all, then I would move on. There is still a little time before our time on stage but I have an old friend out there."

"but of corse," Joe smiled. "Elena is in the main lounge."

I nodded and pulled Ana, now naked Ana with me. How the fuck did it go this way? And was there any way out which didn't involve killing everyone?

I led us to the lounge and sat across from Elena, leaving my back to the stage. I really didn't want to see anything going on up there. This was not BDSM, this was not anything all the respective clubs had. This was criminal in every way and I wanted to distance myself. Soon enough Joe and Hernandes came and we chatted in general topics. I felt through Ana's posture that she knew all of my table mates.

"Look at the rat!" Elena screeched and pointed to Ana. "The thing is peeking to the stage. No respect at all."

I was sure Elena made it in purpose. But I was in no position of any kind of control. I focused and zoomed all other noises out. I had to keep us alive. I had to bring Ana back home safely and I needed to make my best to assure that all the pain Ana had went through was not for nothing. But the only way to do that was through even more pain.

I yanked the chain and forced her to look at me.

"Did you peek?" I demanded. "Did you lifted your eyes from the floor and overstepped your rights?"

"I'm sorry, master," Ana answered quietly.

I pulled her up and pushed her naked body down over my knees. I had to do something and now I cursed more than ever my choice to chain her to me for entire time. Now I had "an obcious choice of implement", so I unhooked the chain from her collar and hit her backside fast and strong five times.

"You better learn fast!" I hissed loudly. With a sudden brilliant idea I pulled Ana down on the floor, hooked the chain again and stood up.

"Gentlemen and a lady, we have to reshedule my scene." I told putting foot on Ana's back holding her down on floor. I was too afraid that she could do anything wrong, so I just tried to tell her to stay low in order to survive. In my heart I bled for her forgiveness. I didn't want to humiliate her uner my feet, but I had to. She was already breaking down and I prayed for her to hold it together long enough to get out of this shit.

"There is no way I could give it the satisfaction of getting on stage now." I addressed to the fuckers. I looked deeply into eyes of them and they all nodded. Joe waved his hand dismissively and I nodded to him. I reminded myself to call Gail, once we'd be out, and order those two dog houses.

"Crawl!" I parked to Ana and started to walk. I knew she had tears on her face, I could feel her trembling but she obediently followed on all fours. We went slowly through the building and she kept on her hands and knees when we walked over gravel out door, all the way to the car. Sawyer opened the door and I ushered Ana in.

"Sawyer, you go with Reynolds," I commanded and took the front seat, while Taylor climbed behind the wheel. I knew that Ana couldn't tolerate me too close to her, so I didn't want to push.