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Fsogfanfictionaddiction: reminder.. she was kidnapped and kept against her will by Jose. So, she just can't move on like that.
Most of you guessed right!
Sorry again! No Christian's pov because I really wanted to update.
Ana's pov
Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.
I am lying beside Christian, facing his beautiful face. He is sleeping next to me, completely knocked out; his facial expression serene and peaceful, nothing like he truly is. But then this world is a lie, everything is a lie. The endless wait was a lie. The thought that he loved me even after so many years was me being completely delusional. Only the sharp pain in my heart is the truth, the ugly truth.
But then why would he love me? I know that I had written him that letter; that letter which might have torn his world apart. But how could he? How could he not see the shaky script in which the letter was written? How could he not notice the sad undertone of it? How could he believe in the fake letter? How could he be so insecure? Didn't he notice the love in my eyes when I told him that he meant the world to me for the thousandth time? Didn't he notice the endless sacrifices I made, just to make him smile? I thought that our hearts are joined by an invisible string of love and trust, but never did I think that it was so fragile.
He hates me so much! So much that he wants to hit me so savagely! So much that he has hurt so many innocent women! This is what I have got in return after waiting for him for so many years! For loving him unconditionally!
I realize that I am not crying. Maybe my tears have dried for evermore. No more! I have had enough. Enough people breaking my heart. Maybe my heart died in the moment he raised his belt to hit me or maybe when he slapped me. All I feel now is rage; uncontrolled and pure rage.
I fucking have to get out of here!
I rise up from the bed with much difficulty because my hands are bound behind my back.
I have to find a way to open the hand cuffs. I look around the room for the keys, but with no success.
Oh! Christian's pockets! This is going to be difficult because he is lying face down on the bed. I sit on the bed and insert my hand into his left pocket(from my back). Urghh! I am just not able to reach deeper with my tied hands.
Eureka! I think I found the key. I draw them out. I really hope that it is the right one. I find a full length mirror in the bathroom. I I stand with my back facing the mirror, so that I can have a clear view of the lock.
After dropping the key a number of times and a number of failed attempts, I finally unlock the cuffs. Hallelujah!
I undo the ball gag and the mask. I flush them in the toilet. Yes! That is going to give them a clogged toilet and maybe cost Christian a few more dollars!
I return back to the room. Christian is still lying on the bed, unmoving. I have to tell him that it was me! Maybe not that clearly because if he finds me, he might kill me.
But I have to tell him enough to give him his share of nightmares. Like those, which I have been getting since last ten years.
I bring both of his hands on his back. I handcuff them on his back just like they handcuffed me! Payback is a bitch, I know.
Now with a large amount of strength, which I didn't know I have, I turn him on his front. He is so fucking heavy!
Now he is lying face up on the bed.
I straddle his waist and sit on him. I hold his head and give it a shake from one side to another.
I slap his face softy; once, twice, thrice..he moans groggily.
Fucking open your eyes for once! I have to do it.
I slap him hard across his face. Grey eyes shoot open. Shit! Did I wake him up completely?
" Ana .. You", he says , trying to keep his eyes open.
" Yes it is me. Fucking me! It was fucking me the whole time. I loved you so much Chris. So much! I waited for you for ten long years. Was this only to see that how you believed the fake letter Jose made me right? To see you turn into such a monster? I might have loved you all this time, but now I truly hate you!"
Unable to resist, I press my lips to his. I kiss him and pour everything into that single kiss. Our last kiss. I rise up. He has fallen asleep again.
I stare at his angelic face for a few more minutes. I try to register the beauty of it in my memory; I want to draw the fine curves, the sharp bend and everything. His face is an artist's wet dream.
Did I forget to mention that I have developed artistic skills in my captivity? Well I have. I have painted several portraits; most of them of Christian, of when he was younger.
Now I have to get out of here!
I pick up the bottle that Christian has carried in with him. I need something for self defence.
I try the lock of the door. Oh thank God! It is open.
I step out into the lobby. Maybe Jesus has taken pity on me because the lobby is completely deserted. I am aware of the CCTVs around me, but I hope that I will be out before anyone notices anything.
I walk to the lift and press the ground floor button on the panel. In the silence of the elevator, I am made aware of my own thumping heart. I look at my reflection on the door of the lift. Yes, I look like a complete slut. Even a naïve person would call me that. I have to change my dress. Otherwise it will arouse doubts in the minds of the people here.
I step out of the elevator. I can hear the chatter of people coming from somewhere near. Since this elevator is through the back door, there is no one here.
I find a ladies toilet a few walks from the elevator.
The restroom is all white marble. It has six small stalls in it. There is a large mirror by the four sinks.
I hear the clicking of heels on the floor. Someone is coming.
I immediately enter into the last stall, because it is likely that she will not try to enter it.
I hear the door opening and the sound of heels come to a halt.
I open the door fractionally and peek through it.
I cannot see her. I think she is standing in front of the mirror.
Oh! I can see her reflection on the door of the first stall on the opposite line. Thank you physics!
The lady is nearly of my height and figure. She is wearing a black jumpsuit. Her platinum blond hair is tied up in a French bun.
Maybe I can take her.
I grip the bottle's neck tighter in my hand. Ihear the clicking of the heels again and the woman walks toward the first stall.
I immediately close the door.
I hear her close the door too.
I take off my black heels. Then trying my best to avoid any sound I open the door and walk to the stall in which she entered.
I hide behind the wall beside the stall and wait for her arrival.
I hear the sound of flush and then the door opening.
On the count on three.1 2 3..
She steps out, completely oblivious of my presence.
I hit her head from the back with the bottle.
" Aaaaaah", she cries out and then falls on the floor. I think I have reached my today's quota of seeing people faint around me.
I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I have just hurt someone innocent. I instantly feel bad for her. I turn her sense less body so that she is lying face up now.
There is a bruise forming on the back of her head, though I see no blood. Thank god!
After some time I am done.
I am wearing the black jumpsuit and she is wearing the slutty costume of mine.
I have also taken the hundred dollars that were there in her purse. Inside it I also find a card.
It says Elena Lincoln.
I know that today I have crossed every limit of humanity but it was all for a better tomorrow.
I am so sorry Ms. Lincoln.
I wear my heels again and step out of the restroom.
I half walk, half run towards the exit.
The dark sky and cool air greets me with open arms. Freedom, it tastes so sweet. It is so addictive, like the best quality wine.
The security looks at me but doesn't give me much attention.
I hail a taxi. I am free!
Elena Lincoln pov
I am the sexiest woman in this whole fucking world. And Christian Grey is mine!
He was always mine.
My naked reflection in the mirror stares back at me.
Even at the age of 45 I look gorgeous. My breasts still look full. I owe it to the silicon breast implant.
My waist it still round and my legs go on forever.
My platinum blond hair falls on my shoulders. The brown eyed beauty curves her red lips at me. She looks confident and charming as always. Thanks to the Botox too.
Yes I am the sexiest woman in this whole fucking universe.
My phone rings. I smile as I take the call. It is my Christian.
" Hey there handsome ", I breathe. I climb up my bed and lie down on it. My hand goes between my legs. Let's have some fun.
" Elena. Good morning. Are you busy tonight?", he says. I start rubbing myself at the sound of his voice.
Ah! Yes.. the feel. Christian's hard muscles, his cock..
" Elena , are you there?" , he asks, irritated.
" Busy? Mmm.. why exactly?", I ask him. I am in need of a long conversation.
" I wanted to discuss some business with you, regarding the beauty salons".
" I… oh yess.. I mean why.. I can come to your office if you waaant..ahh"
" What the fuck are you doing? ", he shouts in the phone. He is angry. GOOD.. I like him angry. The speed of my hand increases. Christian angry, Christian angry in bed.
And I fall into a mind blowing orgasm.
" Christian it is nothing. So you were saying".
" Are you free in the evening?"
" I am always free for you my dear", I coo.
" Well then meet me in ExoticA at 8pm".
And he hangs up.
Gah! He is so frustrating.
I have to get him in my bed today. I have to have him.
Maybe I will mix a little of something in his drink.
Yes I will do that.
In the evening
Christian enters the restaurant and every single woman turn to stare at him. Yes, he is drop dead gorgeous.
" Hello Elena", he says, his tone formal.
I pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek.
I feel him stiffen a little. Oh baby! Don't worry you are mine for the night.
I give him the wine that I have bought for him. The one in which i have mixed a little dose of Rohypnol. It is just to knock him out for a few hours.
" Well thank you. Bolligner 1997, my favorite", he smiles.
" yeah I ordered it just now! Only for you".
The waiter comes and pours some for us.
Drink it! drink it!
We talk business for the next half an hour. And he doesn't even touch his drink. My bad!
Just in the moment, when I think that he is going to take a sip, his ever present blackberry buzzes and he keeps his glass back on the table.
" Okay. Take her to room no. 3040", he says and hangs up. Then he starts to rise.
" Hey! Where are you going?", I ask. Oh no! just drink it and come with me.
" I have to go. Goodnight."
He says and walks away, taking the bottle with him.
I think he is going to one of his sluts again. Well! Shit.
Wait a second!
This means that he might drink the wine now. I will go to his hotel room after twenty minutes, send his slut away and have fun.
After twenty minutes or so I rise up and go to the ladies room to redo my makeup.
This side of the hotel is deserted.
I reapply my lipstick and powder my nose.
I think I need to use the toilet! Hell!
After emptying my bladder I exit the stall. I am coming to you baby..
I feel something thrash against my head. The pain lulls my senses and everything goes black.
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