Chapter 13 APOV I'm shocked as I walk around the room. The walls are red, some padded with leather. Ropes and shackles hanging from the ceiling. In the middle of the room stands a four poster bed, each post has a gold loop. Red silk sheets cover the bed. On the wall furthest from the door I find Whips and paddles lined up in size order. Next to them rope and hand cuffs hang. Wow this really is something I've never seen before. But I don't say a word I walk round the other side of the bed and Find a chest of draws, I go to open the top draw. "Before you look Anastasia please talk to me" Christians hand holds the draw shut. What should I say, I don't know what to say. I'm speechless. I'm actually speechless for once in my life. "Christian... I.. I'm not really..." I hesitate. He lowers his hand off the draw and places it on mine. "Don't be afraid around me Anastasia" The touch of his hand makes me weak at the knees. I turn and glance at him. "I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to think or say" I drop my hand down to my side and my eyes fall to the floor. "I just... i just don't get it Christian" I sigh. Surely he can't be into the whole tying someone up and hurting them.. it's torture. It's what Zack did to me. "Ana please, let's talk about this downstairs" he holds out his hand for me to take it. "Wait, do you do this to women or do they do it to you?" I pause and look around the room. "Anastasia please let's not talk this through here, let's go downstairs" this time he takes my hand and pulls on it to force me to walk. He turns off the light and locks the door. I stand and rest against the wall opposite the door. "So what is this room?" I laugh "let me guess the red room of pain or the red room of torture" i glance at him from head to toe. He doesn't look too impressed. His mouth is pressed into a fine line. "Oh no sorry mr grey have I disappointed you with my reaction" I say sarcastically and giggle to myself. I feel giddy. This is way too much to take in for one day but I need to know what this shit is about. How can anyone enjoy being tortured. Christian grabs my hand "come with me ana" he tries to move me but I'm not sure my legs are working. "Ana you can walk with me or I will carry you" I burst out laughing "you wouldn't dare carry me" he smirks and scoops me over his shoulder. Kicking my legs and waving my arms like a child "Christian put me down" he gives me a little smack on the butt. Oh wow it felt good. "if you disobey me this is what happens miss Steele" maybe I should disobey more often, my inner judge stands smirking at me. He carries me downstairs and into the living room and sets me down on the sofa. He walks back and forth running his hand through his hair. "I'll give you three questions to ask me about the room ana and that's all for now" I have a million questions and I've gotta pick the three that are driving me mad.. I want to ask about the name of the room but that's not important. "You didn't answer me earlier, do you do this to women or" he holds his hand up to stop me. "I do this to women for my pleasure and theirs" I huff Yh I'm sure women love being tied up and the shit beaten out of them.. sure turned out great for me. "Anastasia your next question" oh I must be drifting into planet ana again. "How did you start doing this? Torture or whatever you call it" he laughs and shakes his head "torture never comes into it ana, it's called BDSM" I look at him puzzled.. because I really know what that means grey. "I started as a submissive, when I was younger. A family friend helped me through a troubled time and if she didn't show me this way of dealing with things I probably wouldn't be here, I owe her everything" hold up a minute. When he was younger a family friend started torturing him and now.. "that's sick Christian, how old were you? How old was she? Is she a pedophile?" I stand up and fidget. "Ana calm down, it was what I wanted" what he wanted like hell it was. "Seriously Christian answer my god dam questions!" I'm mad with him for not answering me. " I was 15 ana, I knew what I needed and she gave me it" fucking 15 he was a child. My inner judge is seeing red. "You were a child. How old was she Christian?" He runs his hand through his hair I can see he looks uncomfortable but I want an answer. "She was 36, but ana please it's in the past" oh wow she was double his age.. I'm so mad I can't even. I walk towards the living room door and face Christian. He looks lost and his face is blank. "I need to go home"