Warning: Language and this is the start of the sexual part. This will be lighter in this chapter, other words it's not that bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades book series nor any of its characters.
Chapter Five
Waking up should be refreshing, relaxing and something to look forward to. I would have to disagree with that statement. My head was heavy and pounding against my skull and everything felt fuzzy. I tried to open my eyes but it took too much strength that they remained closed. I could barely feel the rest of my body, hell, I couldn't even move my fingers! The longer I tried to move a finger, a toe, or even pry my eyes a fraction, the more I realized how easier it did become.
After what felt like hours, when in reality was probably only a couple of minutes, I managed to open my eyes just a fraction. The first thing I came across was the dim light. What should have hurt my eyes was actually soothing. I remember reading after being asleep for so long, bright lights would hurt the eyes to an extreme. But, I guess I wasn't in the normal situations that all books seem to come up with. The fraction slowly turned into opening my eyes all the way.
I was staring down at my bare skin of my legs for a couple of seconds and then blinked my eyes a couple of times. The blurriness of my vision slowly was becoming clearer as well as the fog in my head. As my eyes moved from starring at my knees, they travelled upwards to the bare skin of my thighs, then up to the black panties that I was wearing.
'What the…' I thought and my eyes snapped opened. My eyes travelled up the rest of my body to find a black tank top with no bra. Fear surged through me. What happened to my clothes from before? I don't remember ever putting a black top on. The last thing I was wearing was a tee shirt and sweat pants. The black panties are the same… but where was my bra? Where are my pants?
My eyes dart up and scanned the room I was in. With the poor lighting, I was still able to make out everything in the room. I was sitting in a chair, bound by rope to the both of my hands and feet, in what looked to be the middle of the room. Off to the sides, a desk was covered in papers and a laptop that was left opened. The screen was black, looking as if it was off, but looks could be deceiving and could just be asleep. Next to it was a lamp on its right side, but off to its left, a window was covered in blue, black out curtains. No wonder it was so dark. I turned my head to my left and noticed a mini fridge was on the ground. Trying with all my might, I tried to see what was behind me but wasn't able to move that far. Returning my gaze back to looking forward, I noticed a door in the left hand corner. A door!
Despite the fact that I was just beginning to regain all feeling in my limbs, I struggled to break free of my bonds. I twisted my wrists, trying to find the knot to attempt to try and untie it. My only results were bruising wrists.
"Ow," I whimpered from the tight bonds. I tried to wiggle my ankles but found that each one was tied up separately to each leg of the chair. Tears began to gather in my eyes as I gazed frantically around me, wondering what I could do to escape.
My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I remembered what had happened. Jack… Jack was the reason why I was here and bound to a chair! Last I remembered was receiving a surprise visit from him at Denny's. We talked and then he led me to his car. He threw me inside and pressed the rag drenched in chloroform against my mouth. But, what else did he do to me while I was out?
A tear slid down my face and I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally doing a physical checkup. From what I gathered, I didn't feel sore or wasn't hurting in any place other than my wrists and ankles. That was a good thing, right?
But what about Blip? Was he/she okay? Judging from my body feeling fine, I still didn't know if Jack had done something to me while I was unconscious. He could have hurt Blip! A spark of anger filled me. There wasn't anything I could do at the moment, but just wait.
When I reopened my eyes, I stared at the wall in front of me and realized I was staring back at myself. There… there was a mirror on the wall that I hadn't noticed before. But, I stared into it and found a woman starring back, wearing all black with pale skin showing. Her hair was hanging lose all around her and her expression looked one of misery and pain. Pain from the situation she was in. Would she ever get out of it? Would she live to see the day she was free?
I shook my head, mentally rolling my eyes at how pathetic I was for thinking in third person. The situation was bad, yes, but there was no reason to be thinking that way. Christian was going to come for me. He was. No, he is. He had to of realized I was missing by now, right? It must be morning, or even afternoon. He would have woken up and noticed my absence and send out the hounds of hell to look for me. That's what he does. He goes ballistic over every little thing. That was my Fifty.
But… We had a fight hours before my abduction. Would he even attempt to look for me? He reacted in a way I had not expected, how would he take the baby news when he became sober again?
And didn't he have a plane to catch to Taiwan today? My inner voice haunted my thoughts.
Tears ran down my face as I realized the truth. He did tell me he had a business trip that he had to attend. Did… did he already leave for that? Was he still angry when he woke up that he ignored my absence and left for his trip?
"No," I whispered and shook my head. No, I needed to stop thinking like that. Where did that even come from? I knew Christian was angry because I became pregnant, but he still loves me and he is going to notice that I'm not home and try calling me. Maybe he found my cell phone by now. Maybe he knows I've been kidnapped. Maybe…
My shoulders hunched over and I bowed my head. Maybe it's only been a few hours and Christian wasn't even awake. Who knows how much time has passed by since I've been unconscious. There was no clock in the room and I couldn't tell if it was morning or not with the curtains being closed. I was useless at the moment.
My tears stopped after a while and the remains dried up on my cheeks. I lifted my head once more and gazed into the mirror. Nothing had changed but I just stared at myself, pity forming for my own sake. Here I was, bound incredibly tight to a chair, unable to move, and I was feeling sorry for myself. But, what else was there to do?
"About time you woke up."
The voice startled me and brought me out of my haze. I whipped my head over to where the voice came from and stared into the piercing blue eyes and felt froze. Jack stood by the door, leaning against the frame and had one hand in the pocket of his jeans that looked to be the same pair when we had talked, whenever that was.
"Jack…" My voice was hoarse and I quickly licked my lips and stared at him.
Said name smirked and pushed off of the door and sauntered over to me. With each step he took, the more that dread creeped into my system. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, as if I was some cornered mouse and he was the cat coming in for the kill.
When he stopped in front of me, he bent down and stuck his face mere inches from mine. His eyes bore into mine and I looked away. I could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.
"You know, you look beautiful when you're asleep." He muttered and his hand gently grabbed some of my hair and ran it between his fingers. I kept my face turned away from him and remained quiet. But, apparently he didn't like the silence and grabbed my chin and forced me back to look at him. "But, you look even better tied up to a chair, helpless." His eyes traveled down my body.
I pulled my chin out of his grasp and asked, "What do you want, Jack?"
"Ugh," Jack straightened up and rolled his eyes. Before I could even blink, his hand reached out and made a loud slapping sound against my cheek. "Why is it always that question with you?" He yelled.
My head was thrown to the side and I felt tears burn in my eyes but I refused to let them fall in front of him. Slowly, I glanced back at him and glared. My check stung and there was nothing I could do about it. "Maybe because I want to know why you kidnapped me?" I spat, trying to keep brave. That was the only way I was going to survive this whole ordeal. I need to stay brave and not let too many emotions show. When he first found me, I was a mess and he took advantage of it. I couldn't let that happen again.
Jack smiled again and crossed his arms behind his back before walking away from me. He began to pace around me, but not before going over to the desk and did something. With his back to me, I couldn't see anything that he was doing. He was over there for a mere minute before he walked away and began his pace once more. When I was able to see what he did, I notice no difference. The laptop still looked the same as well as the papers.
"And like I told you; I want revenge." He answered me. He walked behind me when he spoke and came to a brief stop in front of me. I looked up at him. "You need to start listening, you stupid bitch. I hate repeating myself." I saw his hand move and squeezed my eyes shut, expecting to feel the sting of his hand again. But, what I felt this time had my eyes pop open and a small gasp escape from my lips. This pain wasn't like before. What was a tiny sting, almost like getting stung by a bee from before, this time was worse, much worse.
Jack held the small knife in his hand and smirked at me. His eyes were on my cheek and I could feel a small line of warmth slide down and drip off of my chin. It hit my leg and when I looked down, a small dot of red puddled on my thigh.
"This will be the start of a beautiful revenge." Jack muttered and held the knife at my throat.
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What felt like hours later, when in reality was only minutes, Jack took a step back. He dropped the knife on the ground and the noise caused me to flinch. Many new cuts littered my body and blood was everywhere. The pain was the worst I have ever experienced. I've only ever cut my finger on a knife from cooking in the kitchen, and at the time, that was the worst pain I have ever felt. But, having that all over my arms and legs, that had to take the icing from the cake.
"The marks aren't that deep," Jack said as he reached into his pocket and brought out a camera. "So you aren't gonna bleed to death. Not yet, anyways." He smiled and then held the camera up. By the looks of it, the camera looked like one of those cheap and disposable ones you could buy at a corner store. I hadn't seen one of those since I was younger.
"Now, smile for the camera. This one is going to your dear husband." And he clicked the button a couple of times.
He stepped aside and I could hear him turning the film. As soon as he moved, I glanced to the mirror right across from me. I bit my lip and could tell Christian was going to flip when he caught sight of the picture. Blood was everywhere and I looked like crap from the cuts all over my visible skin to my expression.
"Does it hurt?" Jack asked and he was behind me.
"W-what do you think?" I snapped and could feel his hands on my bare shoulders. Just from his touch, I felt shivers run along my spine. He didn't seem to notice as he walked around me, camera gone, and his hands slid across my bare skin.
Jack stopped to the side of me and he placed on hand on my thigh while the other travelled down my shoulder and came to a stop on my…
I gasp and tears gather in my eyes. I tried to roll my shoulders, trying to get him to remove his hand from my breast but just from the movement, I felt a little pain from the knife wounds and his hand squeezed. Immediately I stopped all movement and my breath caught in my throat.
"You like that, don't you?" He whispered and squeezed again. His thumb lightly ran over my nipple through the thin fabric of my top a couple of times.
"P-please, J-Jack. Stop." I whimpered and couldn't help but let a few tears slide down my cheeks. This felt wrong. Very wrong. I only ever had one man touch me and having another touching felt… It felt like… I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for my husband.
Jack moved his hand again but this time, placed his hand down my shirt and found what he was looking for. He squeezed it and then cupped it. "You have very soft skin, Ana." He said and his voice dropped a little. "You don't mind if I do this, do you?" He mocked and squeezed once again, though this time harder and managed to make me cry out. "No, of course you don't." His thumb once again traced my nipple and I couldn't stop it from responding.
Silent tears fell from my face and dripped off of my chin and onto my lap. I couldn't do anything but sit here and let my former boss feel me up. There was nothing I could do. And that was when the scenarios popped into my head. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, wishing for it all to stop.
And just like that, Jack removed his hand. When I blinked my eyes open, I saw him already standing and he glanced down at me.
"I'll be back in a few hours. And that's when the fun will really start." He said and then turned around. I watched him through blurry eyes as he reached the door and opened it. He didn't look back as he closed the door and was gone.
As soon as the door closed, I realized I was alone… Again. And that's when the water show started. I cried heart wrenching sobs. I cried because I was scared. I cried because I was hurt. I cried because I knew what Jack was planning on doing to me when he came back. I cried for myself. And I cried because I was never going to see Christian again in the same light.
Before I knew it, I cried myself into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Until next time!