When we get to the bottom of the stairs, he walks me through to the dining room and I'm just hoping that security catches us before he gets me out of here. That's when I see Sawyer laying on the dining room floor in a pool of blood. I stop and gasp. It's like a repeat of when Sean died in front of me. Please don't die, Sawyer. "Move, Ana." He whispers in my ear as he pushes me forward. He must've cut me a little because I can feel the blood on my throat. He leads me out through the yard the opposite way as staff housing. After about 100 feet, I see my other CPO, Prescott, laying face down in the yard and gasp again. Fuck. Jack pushes me again and takes me all the way to the fence, where he apparently used something and broke enough bars out of the fence to get in. Damn it.
He pushes me through and does not let go of me as he goes through himself. He leads me through a small wooded area for a little while until we get to a black car on the side of the road. He opens the back door and pushes me in and climbs in behind me. He pulls some zip ties out of the back of the seat in front of us and he takes my hands and ties them together. This is NOT good at all.
He sticks a cloth in my mouth and puts a hood over my head. I hear him get back out and then I hear the front door slammed shut and he starts driving. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, Ana, and once your husband gets home from New York, we will show him what a whore you really are." I start to sob quietly. I don't know what the hell to do. Suddenly, I remember the panic button on my ankle bracelet. I bend my hands down between my legs and push the button, acting like I'm scratching my leg and I sit back up. They have to find me soon. I will try to utilize my self-defense skills in the meantime. I will not allow this man to violate me any further.
We drive for a while before he stops and shuts off the car. I hear him get out of the car and then open my door and he yanks me out by my hands and he leads me into some kind of building and he throws me down onto a chair or something. He cuts the ties off of my hands and when I go to hit him, he grabs both of my wrists, chuckling. "I like them feisty, Ana, but let me get you all ready." Fuck. Fighting it turns him on, apparently. He brings my wrists behind my back and ties them back together with something rough. It may be some kind of leather?
He ties both feet to either side of the chair and then he stands still for a little bit before he rips the robe and nightgown off of me, leaving me in only my panties. I trust Christian. Someone will save me. They have to.
He walks away for a little bit and I am wiggling around, trying to get out of my restraints, but it is no use and they are just cutting into my skin. Maybe it isn't leather after all. I am trying to make a plan for how I will save myself whenever this psycho returns. I will figure it out. I'm sitting there for a while before I hear his footsteps and then he chuckles as he gets near. "Did you try to get out? You did a real number on your ankles and wrists." I shake my head and scream at him, even though he can't hear what I'm saying. I'm just hoping that he will take these things off of my head and out of my mouth.
"It sounds like you have something to say to me, Ana?" I continue to scream into the cloth and he laughs. He takes the hood off of my head finally and it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the light. He takes the cloth out of my mouth. "What did you want to say?"
"FUCK you, Jack! Let me go or my husband's security will fuck you up."
He puts his hand on his belly and he laughs hard. When he finally stops, he bends down and gets in my face. "Is that so? I took out those two clowns pretty easily. How much more security could he possibly have? I will have you, Ana. It is getting close to that time." He kisses me hard and it is disgusting. Whenever he finally backs up with a wicked smile on his face, I spit in his face.
He laughs just before he backhands me, knocking the chair that I'm sitting in over. "Stop resisting me, you fucking bitch. You destroyed my fucking life with your fucking accusations. I can't get a job in publishing now and you know what the real kicker is?" he asks
"That you're a fucking dumbass?" I say sarcastically.
He kicks me in my stomach. "I find out that you stole my fucking job with your prick of a husband. You know, if you were going to fuck your way into prominence, you could've at least did it with someone that can make you smarter."
"Christian is a million times smarter than you!" I scream at him. He kicks me again, pushing the chair further back.
"You should probably shut your fucking mouth before I accidentally kill you for real, unlike when you supposedly died at that club in Portland." I gasp. How does he fucking know that?
"You don't know what you're fucking talking about, Jack!"
He sits my chair back up and gets in my face again. "That's where you're wrong. I should've stabbed you more than once. Shut your fucking ass up for good." I gasp again as my eyes widen. He fucking stabbed me. I feel the tears starting to fall from my eyes. "OH. I guess you didn't know that I was still alive. I have people that can fake my death, too. I've been waiting for you to show your fucking face back in the area. Imagine my surprise whenever I saw you and your precious son walking through Seattle."
"YOU will never have me, you mother fucker! You may as well let me go now. Whenever the FBI finds out that you are still be alive you will be dead for real! If you kill me, they will just make you suffer first!"
He punches me in the face, hard, knocking the chair over backwards and I hit my head on the ground. I have blood running out of my mouth at this point and I'm not sure if it's from him punching me in the face or kicking me in the stomach. I decide to stop pissing him off so much while I'm still restrained before he really does kill me. My kids need me. I cannot die yet!
He sits the chair back up and then he goes across the room and comes back with the same huge knife that he held against my throat earlier. He approaches me and bends over again and his face is inches from mine. He runs the knife down the side of my face, trailing it down my neck as he talks. I don't dare move, because I don't want him to stab me again, especially now that I know for a fact that he is capable of it from experience.
"This will go either one of 3 ways. I will either kill you OR you will comply and let me fuck you. The last option, is that I will fuck you until you realize how much you want it. It's your choice really."
"How about none of the above? You will never fuck me. I will never want anyone other than my husband!" He laughs again and he runs his knife down to my abdomen over my scars.
"I think it's time." I have to figure out a way out of this. I hope that my self-defense skills are useful. I cannot let him have me. He bends down and cuts off the restraints on my ankles. He stands and walks around me and he cuts the restraints off of my hands. I shake my hands to get the feeling back in them. He picks me up and I'm kicking and clawing at him, trying to get him to drop me or something so that I can run. He just laughs at me and then he throws me down on the bed. He quickly strips out of his clothes and approaches me as I back up on the bed. He grabs my ankle and drags me back towards him. He kisses me again and I think fast and bite his tongue HARD. He pulls back quickly "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He says holding one hand over his mouth. He slaps me hard and then I take the opportunity and kick him hard directly in his fucking dick. "FUCK!!" he screams and I kick him off of me as hard as I can and he stumbles back and falls to the ground. I find a bat nearby and quickly pick it up and hit him repeatedly with it. I will myself to stop after he stops moving. My family doesn't need me going to jail for murder.
I go in search of some kind of restraints because, surely, he has more around here somewhere. I find zip ties laying on a table and I grab them and run back into the room where I left him and I kneel beside him and grab his hands and tie his wrists together. I move to his feet and tie his ankles together as well. I add an extra one to his feet for good measure.
I get to my feet and I roam around, trying to find something to cover myself up with. I wonder why security hasn't gotten here yet. I find a pair of shorts and a big dirty t-shirt in another room and I put them on. I find the keys to his vehicle and I go out and start it up. It's old so it doesn't have a GPS so I will have to just drive until I figure out where I am.
After I drive for a while, I see a sign that signifies that I'm entering Bellevue. Grace. She's a doctor. Surely, she can help me. She can at least help me to get to the hospital, if needed.
When I finally pull up in front of their mansion, I get out and walk to the door as quickly as I can. I begin to pound on the door as hard as I can. When it finally opens she has an angry look on her face until she looks at me and then it shifts to a look of concern. She quickly approaches me and wraps her arm around my waist and walks me inside. "Elliot!" she screams. He quickly comes running into the foyer and he grabs me just before I collapse. "Take her up to Christian's room and we will figure out if she needs to go to the hospital."
"Okay, Mom." I look up and he looks just as concerned as Grace as he carries me up to Christian's childhood bedroom. "Mom will take care of you, Ana."
I just nod. "Thank you." I say weakly and he gives me a weak sad smile. He carries me into Christian's room and he lays me on the bed. Grace comes walking in with her doctor bag.
"I've got it from here." She tells Elliot. He nods and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. "What hurts, Ana?"
"Everything." I say weakly. She nods and rubs my face.
"Oh, sweet girl. I don't know what happened to you and I don't expect you to tell me now because you are weak. Let me check you out." I nod and she begins to touch my face and ribs and stomach and I wince several times. "Your stomach is distended and I think that you have broken ribs. You probably have internal injuries. We need to get you to the hospital now." I nod. "Let me go and get Elliot to carry you down to our car and we will take you."
I nod again and she leaves and calls for Elliot. He comes back into the room and carries me down the stairs after Grace. "I called Christian. He just landed at Sea Tac. He will meet us there." I half smile and he takes me out to Grace's car and I see Kate out of the corner of my eyes, crying, as we walk past.
I keep my eyes closed all of the way to the hospital. Once we arrive, Christian opens my door. "Oh Ana." He scoops me up out of the car and rushes me into the emergency room. I see his worried expression as well and then he screams for someone to help me as soon as we are in the door. A nurse approaches quickly with a couple others following her and they pull a gurney up and tell Christian to lay me down. They quickly wheel me to a room and I keep my eyes on Christian the whole way. The nurse stops him.
"We need you to go to the waiting room so that we can help Mrs. Grey."
"She is my wife! I need to be near her!"
"Sir, we need the room to do what we can for her." He pushes past her and comes rushing up to my side. He kisses me sweetly on my forehead and he puts his forehead lightly up against mine.
"I will be in the waiting room. Don't leave me, Ana."
"I'm.. not.. going.. anywhere.." I gasp out. It's getting harder to breathe I see him fighting back tears and he kisses my forehead and he leaves the room and the nurses and doctors are surrounding me, hooking me up to machines left and right.
"Her lungs are filling with blood! We need to intubate!" a doctor says. She looks down at me. "We've got you. You're in good hands." I nod and I lose consciousness.