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Warning: This chapter has some serious rudeness. Some third-degree torture.

Christian's pov

" Aaaah! " Jose screams as ice cold water hits his face for the third time since the morning.

" Let me go..you asshole!" He screams again, trying to break free of his bonds.

He is suspended from the ceiling with the help of suspenders, his toes barely toughing the ground.

" Sir to you, Jose. And I will let you go once you confess the truth." I tell him. Even to me my voice sounds menacing.

" I told you truth already. Can't you fucking hear! You dumb-fuck." Jose growls at me.

" Okay if that's what you want." I sigh.

I spy the whips lying on the table. I pick up the single tail one. It hurts the most.

Jose is wearing nothing but boxers. I should have taken them off too, to intimidate him even more. But I decided against it because I didn't want to look at his sorry excuse for a dick.

I crack the whip against the floor to draw his attention towards me.

He looks up at me, his face drenched in water and his hair stuck on his forehead. His eyes grow large with fear and I smile at him devilishly.

" Wha..what are you going to do with that?" He swallows.

"What do you think I am going to do with this?" I reply.

As I circle him, he keeps on fidgeting.

The first strike hits him on the small of his back. He wails in pain.

I hit him again on his stomach. Harder.

"Pleaseeeee! Just stop! I can't.. Christian.. .. Sirrrr", he cries.

I rain three blows at him persistently. I pour all my anger on these blows. My anger on him, Ana, myself..

"Truth.. I want the truth, Jose", I tell him coldly.

I don't want to do this either. I don't want to look at his ugly face again. Ever again. But I know that there is something that he is hiding from me. Something that.. that might change everything.

As disturbing as this thought is, I still want to know the ugly truth.

I keep on leaving angry red stripes on his body and he keeps on shouting..praying..crying..

After forty blows my right arm hurts, so I decide to stop.

But he still hasn't spoken the truth. Has he been speaking the truth since the beginning?

I hope this isn't the case. I always thought that the fact that I can read people's minds helped me gain success in business.

"You will regret it if you don't start speaking the truth right now", I warn him.

"You wish, Grey!" He spits at me. I jump back and his bloody saliva misses me by a few inches.

Yuck! Alright then, jerk.

I pick up the sack lying against the wall. I pick a handful of salt from it and come back to stand in front of Jose.

I show him the salt and he blanches.

"No please! Don't do this. Please." He begs. Still no truth. He has some resolve.

The spray of salt hits his bloodied chest and he shouts, inhumanly.

" Aaaaah! No.. It hurts… fuck it… it hurts.. burnsss", he sobs.

Any normal person should have felt bad for him by now. But I don't feel a thing. I know that I am far from normal.

"You can still speak the truth. If you don't, I want to say that I have a great collection of knives. Butcher knives." I smile at him.

He looks like he wants to puke.

He still doesn't utter a word.

I sigh and I start walking towards the knives kept on the table.

"No wait! I will speak.. the truth.. please wait!" He whines and I fight a sudden urge to pat my back.

"Yes, José. Please do. And don't try to sell me the lie again. I will know, trust me."

" Ana didn't leave you. I kidnapped her. I was paid to kidnap her. But she didn't want me even though I loved her. It was you, she wanted. She wrote that letter against her will. I made her write it! That day you saw her in that hotel, I was the one who had sent her there. I wanted her to know that you hated her now. That you have turned into a sadistic monster. I wanted her to love me. But that whore ran away from there! "

Each word that comes out of his mouth, hits me like a freight train.

I feel like I am falling into an endless pit. Regret and guilt threatens to choke me. i want to thrash my head against the wall. My heart that had turned dormant after Ana's departure has started to thump erratically in my chest.

Ana didn't leave me! She loves me. My Anastasia! The letter was fake. Everything was a lie.

But then the rest of his words registers on me. Ana was kidnapped!

"Who asked you to kidnap her, Jose?"

His reply makes my blood boil.

Ana pov

The yellow paint splashes against the white canvas. I add some red color, some green, black , grey and my painting is over. It took me four hours.

I stand back to look at it.

Hmmm..not bad. Can do better.

I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me. I turn around to find a very shocked Kate.

" Ana! Oh my god! Wow.. it's so beautiful!"

"Yeah it's okay."

"Okay? Are you kidding me Steele? This has to be the best painting I have ever seen!" Kate exclaims.

I run my eyes through my painting again. It is a picture of us. Kate and me.

It looks..okay to me.

"Wow Ana! You have grown some serious talent! I always knew that you have some artistic skills. But this is extraordinary!"

"Thanks Kate", I smile at her.

Her phone rings and fishes it out of her purse.

" Hey Meg! Yeah I am coming right up." Kate says as she answers her phone.

"Ana I have to get going. I am already running late for work. Bye banana!" She kisses my on my cheek and leaves.

After a few minutes I hear the main door shut.

Huh! Now it is just me in the house.

I clean the brushes and the plates. I vacuum the whole house and launder the clothes, because I have nothing else to do.

I still have a lot of time before Kate returns! Hell!

So I decide to clean the bathroom too. Jobless me!

Kate's bathroom looks spick and span already. But I really want to clean it. i find the bathtub still filled with soapy water. Wow Kate!

I wonder how Elliot deals with her. As I walk towards the tub to drain the water, I hear the doorbell.

Can Kate be back so early? I don't think so.

As I turn around to walk out of the bathroom, I slip and fall on the bathtub, splashing water on the floor.

Wow! Damn Kate for leaving soapy water on the floor! And damn me for deciding to clean it.

I rise up from the tub and realize that I am completely wet. My white shirt is sticking to my torso and so are my blue shorts. And guess what , I am not wearing a bra! I roll my eyes at myself.

I hear the doorbell again. Fuck you stranger!

I rush to the door and peek out through the peek hole.

It's an old lady wearing black sunglasses. She is even carrying a kitten. Can't cause me much harm, can she?

And she won't give two fucks about my boobs either!

I open the door.

"Sorry, Kate isn't home. I am her friend, Anastasia." I tell her politely.

"Nice to meet you, Anastasia. I have come to take my car keys. It is kept right on the table." She replies and points the table beside the sofa.

Car keys! She must be ninety. She drives at this age!

I find the keys and give them to her.

" Thank you Sweetheart! And one more thing, Elliot's brother Christian is here to see you. Bye dear!"

She starts to walk away as Christian steps out from behind the wall next to the door. Jesus H. Christ!

I try to shut the door but he pushes at it open and steps in. when he has successfully made his way into the house, he closes the door behind him.

No no no! How the hell did he get my location! I am reminded of my nightmare about him. My heart speeds up in fear.

"Please don't hurt me Christian!" I plead.

I look up into his eyes. His grey eyes. They don't look angry at all like that night. In fact they are filled with lust, as he looks down at me. I follow his line of sight and find myself looking at my nipples trying to tear their way out of my shirt. Obviously, I had completely forgotten about them.

I wrap my arms around my torso to cover myself up from his eyes.

He blinks once, twice and starts to get off his black leather jacket.

"No Christian please don't touch me.. please." I beg him. Is he going to force himself upon me?

"Ana don't be ridiculous. I would never do that. I am just giving you my jacket!" Oh! And he has the nerve to look offended after all he has done.

I take his jacket because I seriously want the ground to swallow me up right now. Since that can't happen, this will do.

" Ana I know the truth. I know that you didn't leave me. You were kidnapped! When all this time I have been beating myself up thinking that.. you..you.. left." He blurts out in one breath.

Oh! He knows the truth. And beating yourself up? I thought it was girls that you were beating up.

I feel the pang in my chest again. No I can't fall for it again.

"So what, Christian? I don't give a fuck about what you know and what you don't! Get the hell out of Kate's house!" I give him my best cold look.

Take that you turkey butthole!

He looks taken aback at my words. He looks seriously hurt.

"I…I know Ana. I completely understand that. You deserve to be mad at me. But you have to hear me out, baby". He pleads.

Baby!

How dare he!

" I don't want to do anything with you, Christian! Leave or I am calling the cops!" I shout I at and turn to run into some room and lock myself in.

"Ana wait! Listen to me. I know who was behind all of this." His voice stops me in my tracks. I sense the sadness in his voice. This I have to know.

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