You spent last 3 hours getting ready for your date with Christian Grey. You were still reeling from him asking you on a date after a steamy exchange in the elevator. You asked about his wife and he waved you off. Well if he wasn't concerned about it then why should you? You put on your best lipstick, orgasm by m.a.c. You only wore this for special occasions and this certainly was it. You were determined to leave a ring of red around his drumstick and a few hickeys on his neck. After all he was risking it all for you. The thought of his wife finding out made you drip in anticipation. Maybe you could convince him to make you the next Mrs. Grey. You do one final look over in the mirror. You look the best you have in you life, but you still feel a little insecure.
You get a notification from your phone. It was the driver that Christian sent to pick you up. You grab your clutch and spray an extra spritz of your Dior perfume on your tits for extra luck. Once out the door you stop in your tracks. A Toyota Prius? Surely this is the wrong house. "Y/N, I'm your uber." The driver said, opening the door for you. You frown and get in the car. The driver closes it for you. You can't help pouting, he's a billionaire after all and he sends the cheapest under available. You feel even more nervous now, a little cheap even. You play a game on your phone to pass the time, thankful the driver wasn't talkative.
About an hour passes, when the driver stops the car. You look up from your phone to see you're at a private airport. The hair on the back of your neck raises. You see Christain approach your down. He opens it for you. You get out and thank him and the driver. He takes a hold of your hand and you melt. He pulls you into a long passionate kiss. His hand roam over your body as you feel him up as well. You go for his trousers only to have your hand slapped away. You bite your bottom lip and pout. "We'll have time for that later." He says as he pulls you towards his private jet. You wondered how he wasn't out of breath like you were.
This date was'nt going how you expected it to. The night was still young though, you reassured yourself. You struggle up the stairs, unused to wearing stilettos. Christain steadys you and helps you into the plane.
To your surprise theres a group of 3 other people waiting for you. All had a glass of sparkling champagne. "I wasn't aware we were having a double date." You say nervously as you pull your dress down, to no avail.
"You never fail to disappoint, Christain." Said one of the men. You notice a strange table towards the back of the plane. It had a hole in the middle. "She's a big one too!" Chimed in the other man, who looked rather shifty. "This is you pilot speaking, please have seat as we prepare for take off." The pilot said over the intercom. Christain lead you to a seat and forced you down into. "I'm nervous, Christian." You whisper to him as he fastens your seatbelt. "Just relax, the party is about to begin." He said with a cold smile that didnt rrach his eyes. "Party? I thought were gonna, you know." You say, gesturing with your eyebrows. He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're the guest of honor Y/N." He says and the other 3 said varied agreements.
You play with your bracelet, it was your grandmother's pearl bracelet. Regret filled your very being. Christian didn't seem interested in getting you into the mile high club at the moment. You looked over at them, all whispering to one another about you no doubt.
The plane successfully took off. The seatbelt sign turned off. You try to unbuckle yours, but were having trouble. The woman stalks over to you, taking you in hungrily. She was breath taking. You wondered what Christian wanted with you when he was surrounded by models. The other 3 crowd around you, just smiling creepily. You offer a nervous smile. "Christian, could you help me? My seatbelt is stuck." You ask in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat up. Je ignores you and hands the woman a baseball bat he was hiding behind his back. She takes it and shares a steamy kiss with him. Your jaw drops as tears threaten to spill. "What is this?" You cried, your heart in pieces.
"Happy Anniversary, Anastasia." He says to her. She smiles and gets in a striking pose. "What are you doing?" You asked, scared. You struggle harder to get free. Your vision blacks out as you feel the bat come down hard on your skull. You pass out.
You wake up with the worst headache of your life. "She's awake." You hear the woman excitedly. You try to say something but it comes out a mumble. You finally open your eyes, only to find yourself under the weird table, your head sticking out of the middle of the hole. You tried to move, but found your body wouldnt move. "What's going on?" You managed to finally say.
"This is my favorite part!" The woman called Anastasia squealed, playing with a mirror in her hands. Christain looked down at you with cold eyes. "They always fall for it." He laughed. "Dont these cows ever think this is too good to be true?" He ridiculed you. Tears spill down your cheeks. "They always fall for it because they cant resist someone like you interested in them, beats the usual poor, meth trash." Said the unnamed man.
Anastasia holds the mirror in front of you as you were trying to say something to defend yourself. You stare in horror. The top half of your skull had been cleanly cut off. Your brain very exposed. "I always love their shocked faces." Anastasia said to Christian. They all picked up their spoons and sink them into your brain. You couldnt feel it, but you could see it, thanks to the mirror they placed in front of you. They all savored the taste of your brain, moaning with each bite. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat and ears. You were petrified, you didnt want to die. You tried to plead with them but eith esch bite they took, the more you body didnt cooperate.
You found it harder and harder to pay attention. Soon you were just drooling as you watched the last visible part of your brain go into Christian's mouth. You struggled to stay conscious until the bitter end. You die.