Luke Sawyer POV

I wake up with a splitting headache. Mrs. Jones is holding a large towel to my chest and inspecting my head. Ana!... Oh No! I sit up abruptly. "Where is Ana?" I ask Gail hurriedly. She looks down at her hands before looking up at me.

"He's taken her Luke. Please be careful, your chest has a bad cut," she says reluctantly. I pull out my phone and immediately call Taylor. I don't care about me; I need to find Ana! Taylor answers on the first ring.

"Taylor," he greets me.

"Code Blue!" I scream. "Mrs. Grey has been taken! I need reinforcements now!" I shout.

"I'll send them now. Give me the details now Sawyer!" Taylor shouts at me.

"Unsub entered via the elevator while Mrs. Grey was sleeping. I shouted at her to get in the safe room with Gail while I fought with him. He hit me with the butt of his gun and knocked me out. When I woke up, Gail was trying to wake me. She told me that Mrs. Grey had been taken," I explain exasperated.

"How long Luke?" Taylor says calmly.

"Ten minutes Sir," I confess.

"We will be there as soon as possible," he finishes before cutting the call short.

Taylor POV

Shit No. Mr. Grey is going to lose his shit. We have to find Ana and it needs to be soon. I walk, no run, down the hall to Mr. Grey's meeting room. I knock before poking my head inside. "Mr. Grey? A moment please for an urgent matter," I say as calm as I can manage. He must see the panic in my face because he tells Ros to finish up and to fill him in.

"What is it Taylor?" he asks once he's cleared the door.

"Mr. Grey… I'll tell you when we are on the plane. Let's go now!" I demand. I'm never demanding with Mr. Grey, so he knows that this is serious. We run up the steps of the plane after parking beside it.

"Tell me Taylor! Now!" he screams at me.

"Code blue Mr. Grey. Mrs. Grey's been taken," I say as calmly as I can. I watch what I've just told him register on his face as it turns from confusion to fear and ending on anger. "Sawyer was knocked unconscious; she was taken about twenty minutes ago Sir. I've called in the police and our security reinforcements. We will find her Sir," I try to calm him.

"Fuck! No! I don't care what it takes Taylor! Find her! She's my lifeline!" he shouts.

Ana POV

We've pulled up to a warehouse in a bad part of town. Jack pulls me from the van and drags me towards a chair in the middle of the room. He throws me to the ground and delivers a swift kick to the ribs. I cry out in pain feeling my ribs break on impact. I pull my legs to my chest doing all I can to protect Blip from any more kicks. The pain is overwhelming, but I force myself to stay awake so I can anticipate any other blows. Instead of kicking me further, Jack lifts me into the chair and ties me to it. "Jack? Why are you doing this? Please," I beg him.

"You ruined me Ana. You ruined my career, and you ruined my life. Now I'm going to ruin you," he shouts. He sets his phone up on a tripod facing me and begins to record. "Ana, is there anything you want to tell your husband before you die?" he mocks.

"Christian, no matter what happens, I love you. You are so strong. You will be okay. I know it. Go to our meadow and think of me often. I will always be with you Christian. Nothing can keep me from you no matter what happens," I tell him as calmly as I can. I don't want him to see me scared. Jack punches me in the right eye and it hurts like hell. I try my hardest not to react, but I can't help it. I scream out in agony. "Don't watch this Christian. Turn if off! I don't want you to see me like this. Remember me on our wedding day. I love you!" I plead. Jack swings again busting my lip this time. Blood runs down my chin splattering my top. He hits me again three more times and I feel my nose break. Blood is running from it effectively drenching me.

Jack lets out a long laugh before turning to face the camera. "Christian all you had to do was let me fuck her. If you would have just shared her with me, you wouldn't be burying her this week. I'm glad you'll have the videos to watch after she's long gone. I can't wait to show you how easy it is to break her into submission," Jack says laughing again. He steps off camera to smoke a cigarette leaving the camera rolling.

"Christian, listen to me. You're the only person that I would ever consider a proposal like the one we started with. That had to do with trust, and love, and determination that you were the one person for me in this world. No matter what happens on these videos, you need to know that you are the only one for me and you are the only one I would ever willingly submit to," I beg hoping that he will trust me. It's hard to know what Jack has in mind, but even if I break, I need Christian to know that he is the only person I would ever willingly give control to. Jack wanders back over to me a moment later and begins undoing the buttons on my top. Oh… No.. Please. I don't want anyone touching me. No one but Christian. I close my eyes hoping to zone it all out. I can feel him close to me, so I open my eyes just a split second before he takes his burning cigarette to my chest. The smell of burning skin is sickening and the pain is unlike anything imaginable. My mind flickers to Christian enduring this when he was a child, and it takes me to a dark place. I force myself not to think about it and to come back to reality. I try not to scream, but it's impossible. I can't hold it in any longer and I wail loudly. Jack does this two more times before shutting down the camera on the burner phone.

"I wonder what your husband and goon squad will think of that," Jack laughs before leaving me alone in the room trying to regain my composure.