Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades book series nor any of its characters.

Chapter Six

Christian's POV

Very slowly, he pulled the contents of the envelope out and held it in his hands. He could hear his mom say something but he couldn't hear what she said as he stared at the folded piece of paper and a picture. Before turning the picture over, he slowly opened the paper and found a few words written in the middle of the page with a black marker. His heart pounded against his chest as he read the words.

Should have taken better care of what belongs to you, Baby bird.

There was no name or anything else left on the paper, even when he turned it over. He looked up and met Taylor's eyes. Of course, his security held no emotions on his face but stayed very neutral but having worked with the guy for years, Christian could see a bit of curiosity and concern. Without exchanging words, he handed the paper to Taylor who took it and read it over and flipped it over as well. Then his eyes met Christian's again.

"Christian?" Grace called out cautiously. Neither man turned to her but she took a few steps towards them and spoke again. "What is it? Does it have something to do with Ana?"

Assuming the others sensed something was wrong, the rest of the family entered the living room and stopped when they realized something was happening.

"What's going on?" Kate asked. She saw her future brother-in-law holding something and asked again, "What're you holding?"

"Taylor?" Another voice asked and Sawyer came into view. Following closely behind him was Welch. The two walked over to Taylor and their boss, as well as Carrick. They stopped a foot from the two and Taylor handed the paper to the father.

Carrick read the note and sighed, looking up. "I still don't understand why he is calling you Baby Bird."

Christian didn't answer anyone as he finally flipped the picture over, revealing what was taken. He stopped breathing. A wave of dizziness overtook him as he stared at the photo and he had to reach out to hold onto something before he fell. Luckily, the wall was closest to him and he kept himself upright using his hand. He could hear the concern in everyone's voice when they called his name but he blocked it all out. He stared at the picture and his chest began to hurt. His stomach wasn't feeling too well either, but whatever he had in there, he kept it down.

In the picture, his wife sat in a chair, her legs tied separately to the legs of the chair and her wrists behind her back. From how she sat, it didn't look comfortable. But he tried not to focus too much on that. What really caught his attention was the blood. All along her body were scratches with blood at each one. And laying carelessly on the ground, was a bloody knife. From the picture, Christian couldn't tell how deep the wounds were, but they had to of been a little deep to cause as much blood as it did. In the picture, Ana looked pale. Paler than usual. She was hunched forward but was looking at the camera with a look of pain. Her hair hung in her face like curtains and he wanted ever so much to push her hair out of her face.

"Ana…" He whispered and could feel the tears prickle his eyes. He closed his eyes and the hand holding the photo closed into a fist, crumpling the only evidence that his beloved wife was still alive.

What had he done to deserve this? What had Ana done to deserve this? This should have never happened. She should be at home, with him, curled up in bed making love to one another or just talking or eating or something! This shouldn't have happened. But it did. Because of him. He reacted so horrible to the news of the baby that he practically shoved his wife out of the house. It was because of him that she was kidnapped and being tortured. He was the reason she was in pain and bleeding.

Suddenly, a ball of rage erupted inside of him. Ana was being hurt and he wasn't doing anything about it. It had only been less than a day she disappeared and she was already hurt beyond what he imagined. And here he was just sitting on his ass crying.

His eyes flashed opened and they immediately sought out Taylor's who was on edge. "I want to know every detail on how this letter came to us." He said, fighting back the tears and just letting the anger take over. "I want you to track it down. I don't give a fuck on how, but I want everything."

"Sir, we've-," Sawyer made the mistake and tried to cut in.

But Christian turned his cold gaze on him and yelled, "I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES! We are finding my wife if it's the last thing I do. Hack the cameras of the apartment and see who the fucker was that dropped the letter off. Someone had to of done it. And then hunt that bastard down!"

Sawyer set his mouth into a line and nodded his head. "Yes sir." He turned around and along with Welch who stayed quiet through the whole thing, the two of them headed back to the office.

Taylor waited until his boss turned to him and then told him, "Don't worry sir, we won't rest until Mrs. Grey has returned home safely." Without waiting for a comment, he followed after the other two to his office.

As soon as all three of his security team left him, the anger still hadn't resided. Giving it no second thought, Christian punched the wall with his fist, the crumpled picture still in his hand. He could hear the concern emitting off of his family but he paid them no heed. He bowed his head, wishing, no, praying that he could find his wife and hold her in the safety of his arms. He would give anything to have her back. Anything.

"Ana…" He whispered.

XxxxX

Ana's POV

I don't know what woke me up first, the growling of my stomach or the light that randomly hit my face. But whatever it was, it didn't matter when I felt the cool rush of liquid hit my face. I gasp at the impact and my eyes fluttered opened. But almost immediately they closed.

"It's time to wake up, bitch." A masculine voice growled out somewhere to my right. I heard a rustle of paper and then the noise of a computer waking up.

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes again, but the bright light was making it nearly impossible. Just relax, I told myself as my eyes continued to remain closed. I could feel the water drip off of my face but tried my best to ignore it. I took a deep breath through my nose and forced my limbs to relax some from their tense stance. My head pounded in my skull from the rude awakening and I tried to breath slowly to loosen it up. Relax.

Little by little, I could feel the tension slowly leaving my body and I managed to part my eyes just the slightest. Squinting, I stared at the floor in front of me and realized with a start that the light was far too bright to be the light switch. Blinking multiple times, I lifted my wet face up and towards the source of the light. I stared for a second at the blur of light.

After blinking my eyes a couple of more times, I stared at the window and realized the curtains were pulled back, revealing a world of color. I could see trees and a playground and a street. I could even see people a little ways away, going on about their daily life. Behind the playground was an opened field and then a forest. Everything was green and beautiful. And judging from the shadows being casted off from the playground and trees and even the people, the sun was going down. So it must be evening, maybe around six or seven?

The longer I stared through the window, the more I realized how familiar the scenery looked. A picture of chocolate ice cream melting into a puddle on the ground filled my head and a loving laugh that had filled my stomach with butterflies at the time graced me with a small smile. But as soon as the vision filled my head, it was ripped away when the light and the scenery suddenly vanished.

I blinked my eyes to adjust to the darkness and then the dim light of the room. Slowly, I turned my head slightly to the right and realized Jack had pulled the curtains closed and then proceeded to walk back over to his desk. He didn't make any eye contact with me nor did he even acknowledge me. My eyes travelled back to the now closed window and a stab of disappointment entered my stomach.

"Alright you stupid, wench, it's time to get started." Jack said and I turned my head back towards my captor. I didn't notice it before, but he wasn't wearing a shirt. Or shoes. He only wore a pair of black skinny jeans with the button undone. A wave of fear filled me up, replacing my disappointment from the window. Jack noticed my look and smirked. He began walking towards me with his hands buried in his back pockets.

I licked my lips and managed to say, "Get s-started with what?" I noticed how weak and pathetic I sounded and apparently he did too.

Jack came to a stop behind me and I could feel him begin to mess with the rope that painfully binds me to the chair. As he worked on the knot, he said, "Time to get started with the next part of my revenge."

I swallowed what little saliva I had in my mouth and the fear was growing and began to twist the insides of my stomach. What was his next part? But seeing as how my captor was dressed, wearing pretty much nothing, I could already picture what he was wanting to do. I felt my hands get loose as well as my legs.

Before I knew it, my bonds were off. Just as the thought of escaping popped into my head, I felt his hand on my arm, painfully lifting me to my feet. I cried out and stumbled. I didn't get the chance to straighten myself before Jack yanked me forward, almost having me fall face first, before he yanked me again in a different direction. I tried to fight against him, to make his hold on me loosen, but I didn't get the chance. With a mixture of feeling so weak and in pain and from how he kept jerking me, any attempts of freedom disappeared.

Jack pulled me to the other side of the room, the only area in which I couldn't see. But, as soon as I caught sight of what it held, I really did try and struggle. Despite my strength being low, I still tried. I stopped walking and using my free arm, I tried to hit him in the arm, wishing he would just release me. I struggled and twisted and moved but it was all fruitless.

"Will you stop?" Jack nearly yelled at me. We got closer to our destination and my attempts came to a halt when Jack threw me with enough force that I fell forward and fell onto the awaiting mattress. Air escaped from my lungs and I could feel the little cuts that were slowly healing, ache all over from the landing. Quickly, I struggled to sit up and to turn around to face my former boss when I suddenly felt his weight on my back.

"Please, stop!" I cried out and wiggled like a worm trying to escape death.

Ignoring my plea, Jack grabbed me by the hair and forcefully pulled my head back. A yell came from my opened mouth and my breathing became pants as I could feel the warm liquid run down my face. I could feel Jack's hot breath next to my ear.

"And why would I do that?" He asked. His free hand snaked across my side and grabbed the hem of my top from the front. "I've been wanting to do this ever since your interview. You remember how I told you that I had to practically beg Elizabeth to hire you, right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he shoved my head away and used his now free hand to grab another side of my shirt. He yanked my top off, exposing my bare chest and I couldn't do anything about it. He kept talking, "I had to blackmail her to ensure you got the job. And then you did and everything was going according to plan."

He threw my top over to the side and then pushed me back down onto the bed. "Up until your stupid husband stepped in and messed everything up!" He nearly growled the last part and using no mercy, grabbed my panties and ripped them off. He nearly tore them from the amount of force he used, but by some merciful, they stayed intact. He threw them next to where my top laid crumpled on the ground. "The trip to New York was all planned out, especially since I had your e-mails."

Tears continued to slid down my face. I tried my best to move my arms but each time, nothing happened. As soon as I moved one arm, Jack would smack me whether it be the back of the head of the back. I was in a useless situation. I couldn't do anything.

Jack grabbed both of my wrists using one hand and I cried out as soon as his rough, calloused hand touched the bruised skin on my wrists. But, despite my cry of pain, he ignored me and roughly pulled them above my head. I tilted my head upwards and hadn't seen it before. A piece of what looked to be wire, was dandling from the wall, connected to it somehow. The other end, the part where Jack was bringing my wrists, looked jagged and rusty. I didn't want to make assumptions, but I knew this couldn't be good. This was going to hurt.

Hurt didn't even cover the amount of pain I was in when Jack began to tie my wrists together with the wire. I struggled to free my hands, knowing fully well that it wouldn't make a difference if I struggled or not. My outcome was going to be the same regardless of what I did, but I couldn't just lay here and let him do this to me without a fight, could I?

"Will you stop moving?" Jack growled out. He released my wrists for a split second only to hit me upside the head, hard enough to where I could see black dots in my vision. My struggles died down to where I could feel Jack continue to bind my wrists, more painfully than before, but couldn't move my wrists.

"P-please, Jack. S-stop," I cried out. My vision came back to me but my head was pounding.

With my wrists secured by the wire, Jack sat up straight and smacked me on the ass. I could feel the sting from his hand when he removed it and then shifted to where he wasn't sitting on me anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief that I could breathe normally again. But, it was short lived before I felt his hands on my ankles. I didn't have time to glance downwards before I could feel him lift me and when I blinked, I was now starring up at the ceiling.

I squeezed my eyes shut from the pain as the wire bit into my already sore skin. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and slide silently down my face. I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me, but I sent a small little prayer that Christian would come barging into the door any minute and beat the shit out of Jack. And then save me from this nightmare.

But not only me, but Little Blip. I knew that only being five weeks pregnant, nothing could hurt my baby, but I knew the emotions and the stress could cause a miscarriage. The thought caused a lump to form in my throat. I knew the time was bad to have a child, but ever since I discovered that I was pregnant, a bond was formed and I came to love the child. No matter what. Even if Christian didn't want the child, I still did. And I didn't want anything to happen to it.

'Please Christian, please come and save us. Please.' I thought out in desperation.

I opened my eyes and found Jack starring down at my naked body with a pervert look to his eyes. He licked his lips and I couldn't help but try to cover myself, using my legs and making sure they were closed. I starred up at him with fearful eyes and watched helplessly as his gazed travelled up and down my body, multiple times.

"You know, I've waited months to see you naked." Jack said and very slowly, pulled his shirt off over his head, all the while keeping his eyes now locked with mine. "It would have been sooner if your damned husband didn't interfere with our trip to New York."

The New York trip seemed so far away from now but even then, I was thankful that my stubborn and controlling husband cancelled that trip. I really didn't know what I could have gotten myself into if I had gone. But, isn't this basically what would have happened?

Jack began to unbutton his jeans and continued to talk, "But here we are. I am in full control and there is nothing you or your stupid husband or his stupid security can do about it." He pulled his pants down and tossed them to the side, next to his shirt. He was naked now, just like me and I could feel myself tensing for what was about to come. "You are mine, Ana," he said and my eyes widen. "You are mine and I am going to show you just what I am capable of."

I could feel the lump in my throat get bigger and my breathing hitch. No, I wasn't his! I was Christian's and only Christian's!

Seeing my expression, he grinned and began to caress his pride and joy. "Oh yes, Ana. You are mine. That is, until I get what I want." He slowly knelt down and I could feel the mattress dip on my sides of me.

"W-what exactly, do you want?"

"I want to see you get what you deserve." He said and his face grew a little mad. "You took SIP from me. You took my life, so, I'll take what I want from you." He released himself and then both of his hands were on my legs and I could feel him start to open my legs. I tried my best to keep them closed, I even tried to kick him, but nothing worked. Before I knew it, Jack pried my legs apart and moved them to where I was fully exposed. Keeping his hands on my legs, his eyes stared. I could see him lick his lips.

A whimper escaped my lips and Jack's eyes found mine again. He smiled, but it wasn't one of kindness but cruelty. He smirked and said, "I'm taking you, you little bitch. This should have been me, anyways. His life should have been mine!" His smile was gone and I frowned at him. What did he mean? Before I could question him, a look flashed through his eyes. And the look terrified me.

I bit back my fear and tried to question him, to keep him talking. I knew what my fate was going to be, but it didn't hurt to try to push it back some. Sometimes in the movies, before the hero died, he would keep the enemy talking and that was what usually saved the hero. I'm not saying I was in a movie, but it couldn't hurt to try.

"W-why do you say that?" I asked. For once, my tears stopped producing and my eyes dried up some. I knew it wouldn't be for long, but that was okay.

Jack scooted closer to me and his hands softly caressed my legs and then the inside of my thighs. A shiver travelled up my spine and goosebumps appeared all over. He continued to touch me and practically hissed, "Because it should have been me that got adopted!" When I caught sight of his eyes, they were wide with rage. "I had been there longer, not him. I should have been the one who was adopted. But because I wasn't, he's going to pay. I'm going to fuck his slut of a wife," I flinched, "and then I'm going to become rich. How does five million dollars for your freedom sound?" He asked me.

Five million dollars? But even as I thought about it, I knew Christian would do anything, give anything for my freedom. That was just who he was. But still, five million dollars? That was a lot of money.

I opened my mouth to question him about the adoption. I knew he was talking about Christian, and I knew my husband was adopted, but were they in the same foster care? Why…?

"I'm tired of you opening that mouth," Jack growled out and then proceeded to shove some sort of cloth in my mouth to gag me. I wiggled my head and then tried to push the object out using my tongue but for some reason, it didn't budge. The cloth began to absorb what little liquid I had in my mouth until it was completely dry. "And now that you won't keep pestering me with questions, how about we get this show started?"

XxxxX