Warning! This chapter begins the rape scene. If you are not comfortable with reading it, I'll post a small summary of this chapter next chapter in the Author's Note section. I really don't care if you're going to flame this chapter. I see this as an expansion of my writing; the next step. It'll be my first time writing a scene like this and if you notice anything off, please let me know.

But, towards the end of the chapter, there's a flashback section that's very important. In it will have no sex but valuable info. Feel free to read it, it's marked off and you should be able to find it easily.

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Chapter Seven

Ana's POV

His hands were everywhere on me. First caressing my inner thighs and then roughly travelling upwards. I was in between him, unable to move; trapped. My hands wiggled uselessly in their bind and I cried at the pain I was causing myself. But, I didn't care. I don't want to be tainted by Jack. I didn't want him touching me, I didn't want him inside me! This wasn't right, this wasn't supposed to happen. Christian should be the only one to do this to me, not someone else. Christian should be the only one to see me naked, to be able to touch me in the same exact places Jack was.

My breath hitched in my dry throat when Jack grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed. I tried to move my chest, to turn sideways but without any warning, I felt his weight on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. Any air still in my lungs vanished and I tried to gasp for air but the cloth in my mouth made it hard to. I had to stop messing with the strange fabric in my mouth because the taste wasn't pleasant. I couldn't even describe what it tasted like nor did I want to even try. It was leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and there was nothing I could do to get it out.

I looked down at Jack and found him watching me. I looked away, up to where my hands were bonded. I continued to try to move them, but as I watched the wire only dug deeper into my skin.

"It's useless to escape, you know," Jack said and when I glanced back down, I didn't find his eyes on me. Instead, his mouth was on my neck, gently licking it at first and then I felt a slight pinch as he softly bit my skin. I wanted to move my neck, to cringe away from him, but I wasn't able to. The moment I started to move, he began to suck on my neck and the feeling felt alien to me. I don't know how many times Christian did this to me playfully, and it felt nice and a little bit ticklish, but with Jack doing it now didn't feel as good, even with him doing it softly. It didn't feel right.

A whimper sounded in my throat as he continued to suck at my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut and when I felt him pull his teeth back, I managed to move my neck away some. He didn't seem to notice as his mouth moved towards my ear, his lips trailing a path. As soon as his lips found my ear, he took my ear lobe into his mouth. With any control, I could feel myself clench down below.

My eyes opened a fraction and the tears started again. My body was responding to him and I couldn't do anything about it. This wasn't supposed to happen. But I wasn't going to lay here any not fight back. I knew what my fate was but I wasn't going to make this easy for him. Hell no.

Even though he was being gentle, almost like he was trying to make this pleasurable for me, I jerked my head away from him and tried to buck him off of me. But with him weighing way more than me, I didn't make any difference. He was still on top of me except he grabbed my chin with one of his hands and forced me to face him. When my eyes found his, I felt a chill creep up my spine. A look of lust was clearly showing in his blue gaze and a smirk was on his face.

"Oh, Ana, stop fighting." He said. Before giving me any time to spat a response, he took ahold of the weird cloth in my mouth and pulled it free. I wasn't able to re-wet my mouth or to even swallow before he crushed his lips to mine. Thankfully, my mouth was closed as soon as he took the cloth away and I fought against him. He tried to pry my lips apart by using his own but I wouldn't respond. I kept throwing my head around, trying to force him to lose his grip on me but all to no avail.

Sadly, the struggling didn't last long before Jack got his way. I hadn't been paying attention to his hands. My only focus had been where his mouth was, not where his hands were. He still had one hand on my chin, struggling to keep me in one place, but his other hand decided to have a mind of its own. I gasp in surprise, my mouth opening and letting Jack in, his tongue beginning to explore my mouth as his other hand found my entrance, sliding two fingers in.

I hear him groan and then said against my mouth, "God, you're wet." His fingers were not as gentle as his mouth had been earlier. As soon as they were inside me, they began a fast pace of in and out. I tried to closed my legs, but with him being in between me and his fingers at a mind of their own, I was stuck. His weight made it impossible to move and I couldn't even move my head or cry or scream since his mouth was on mine. I was stuck. I was too weak to move. I was hungry, even if it didn't show and I had a horrible headache. I was seriously stuck and there was no way I could get out of this.

His fingers continued at a fast pace and if I hadn't been as wet as I guess I was, it probably would have hurt. I felt my body clench around his fingers. It was a mistake. Another groan came from him and suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of me and I managed a cry at how forcefully it was done. Before I could register what he was about to do, his thumb, wet with my juice found my clitoris and began a fast circling motion. My body reacted, my back arching about an inch off of the mattress despite the extra weight on me.

"S-stop!" I gasped against his lips. I tried with all of my strength to break the bond that was around my wrists but I could only cry out from the pain. I tried to kick my legs, to move them but nothing.

The sensation continued and I could feel the familiar build up in my lower stomach. I clenched again, hoping that maybe, just maybe I could control the feeling and not let it happen. Maybe just this once.

But just as I was attempting the tightening feeling, it all suddenly stopped. Jack moved his hand away from me and I felt his weight become nothing. I stared up at him, licking my dry lips and tasting him. A headache formed in my head, pounding against my skull and I ever so wanting to rub my temples, to massage the pain away.

"Feeling good?" Jack asked and smiled. He was sitting on his knees, still between my legs, and rubbing his swollen length. I didn't respond, I couldn't. All I did was stare up at him, frightened. He took my look into play and said, "I bet you are. I bet you're enjoying this more than you're letting on. Otherwise, why would you be so wet?"

"No.." I gasp and blinked a few times. "Please, s-stop." I begged.

Jack just shook his head. "Why would I do that, Ana?" He asked in a mocking tone. "I told you, you were going to pay for everything. I am going to keep you here for a couple of days and make sure."

I frown and a lump formed in the bottom of my throat. I tried to swallow but it was hard. "M-make sure of what?" I asked.

He smiled. "Make sure to keep you full of my cum." My eyes widen as it dawned on me what he was trying to do.

"Why?!"

" Oh, I think you know."

And I did know. What would be a better revenge to get back at not only me, but to Christian as well, to get me pregnant? It wouldn't matter if I had gotten an abortion if I ended up pregnant with his child, but it was the thought. Getting knocked up by your enemy. There was nothing worse than that.

But, there was a flaw in his plan and for the first time since fighting with Christian, a small smile crept into my head but I didn't let it show. I couldn't get pregnant with Jack's child. Well, I could but the possibility of that happening was slim. For once, getting pregnant by Christian sent a sigh of relief through me. Little Blip. Little Blip was already inside me and I couldn't be more happy.

I wanted ever so badly to tell Jack that his plan would fail. I wanted to see his stunned and surprised look. I wanted to see his anger that he had failed. But, at the same time I didn't. If he found out that I was already with child, then he would do anything in his power to make sure that Little Blip no longer existed. And I wasn't going to let that happen. Just thinking about my little baby growing inside me filled me with hope and desperation.

Jack could not find out about my baby. Not yet. I needed to make sure. So I have to play my part and make sure!

I opened my mouth to say something pathetic but I didn't even get that far. Jack was so focused on making sure I became pregnant with his child, he took my silence as his opportunity to penetrate me.

My gasp was the loudest one yet but it made no comparison to Jack's groan of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut and the tears started without any say. I could feel him fill me, stretching me out in a way Christian could. He pushed himself deep and I cried out. My back arched once more for a couple of seconds before falling flat on the mattress.

"Oh, God," Jack groaned and pulled out slowly until he was almost completely out. Without another word, he slammed himself into me again, emitting another cry. "You're so tight." He was on top of me again and this time, one hand was tangled in my hair for a hold while the other was feeling me up. He did a few more hard thrusts and then slowly pulling out before he paused and his hand on my side grabbed my chin. "Open your eyes." He growled out and slowly my eyes opened, tears making it too blurry to see properly. But he didn't care as he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You. Are. Mine."

The lump in my throat became bigger as he released me and the thrusting started. He wasn't going slow but fast and hard. I wanted to cry out but the lump made it nearly impossible so I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears do the work. I could feel Jack at my neck again, his lips against my skin.

I titled my head away, exposing my neck more but I didn't care. With my eyes closed, I tried to picture myself somewhere else. I tried to imagine that it was Christian doing this to me instead of my former boss. But it was harder. Christian felt different. Yes, he could 'pound the fuck' out of me and I could be red and raw afterwards, but his was more.. Organized in a way. Jack was just ruthless and sloppy. He didn't care whereas Christian did. As much as he loved fucking, he wanted to make sure I wasn't in pain. At least the unwanted pain. He filled me with a tease and love and all Jack was filling me with was fear and desperation to get free.

I just want it all to end…

Before I knew it, a familiar memory filled my head, thankfully taking my brain away from the fucking and to something nicer and more calm.

Flashback!

We had only been back from our honeymoon vacation for barely two weeks and I was already wanting to go back. I had to keep my mouth shut; otherwise Christian probably would have made it happen. I smile at the thought and glance away from the window to stare at my beautiful husband. He was sitting right next to me in the Audi, driving the vehicle. Taylor was sitting in the backseat, starring out the window but I could tell he was a little on edge. But, when isn't he? For some reason, Christian decided he wanted to drive to pick me up and take us home. I didn't mind. It was a nice change.

The more I stared at my husband, the more my heart swelled. I could look at him all day and not get bored. He is flawless. A small smile graced my lips.

Apparently, I was starring too long before he turned to look at me, an eyebrow raised. "Like what you see?" He teased.

I smiled and said, "Just admiring the view." I was met with a smile. "So where are we going?" I asked when I noticed he passed the exit to take us home.

Christian turned his attention back to the road and said, "I thought we could take a walk in a park." I raised an eye at him. He must have seen me from the corner of his eye before he further explained, "Somewhere nice and quiet. I know a really good ice cream parlor in a small neighborhood not far from here. Elliot showed it to me when we were teenagers."

A bubble of excitement filled the pit of my stomach. Teenagers? I never get to hear about his past so whenever he does, I always jump at the opportunity.

"Not even taking me to dinner first?" I teased and gave him a wink when he looked at me. He rolled his eyes at my remark. For the next twenty minutes, we talk about how our day had been and if we saw anything interesting.

After a while, we made it to a rundown part of town. There was a school in the background and a park near it. Behind it was an opened field with trees lining the area. I grin when I saw little kids running around at the park, playing tag and other types of game. We kept driving and I found some stores. And just as Christian had said, I could see a small shop for ice cream. I didn't recognize the name, must be a family owned store, but I grinned. Christian pulled into one of the parking spots a few shops down from the parlor and all three of us got out.

When I closed my door, I glanced over and I watched my husband exchanged a few words with Taylor before the security guard nodded his name and walked off. Christian walked around the car and took my hand. But I glanced over his shoulder.

"Where's Taylor going?" I asked, my curiosity piping.

Christian led me away from the car and we walked down the walkway, on our way to get some ice cream. "I told him that we wanted to be alone, but just for him to keep us in sight."

I nodded my head and turned my head back to watch where I was walking.

A couple of minutes later, we both walk out of the shop, a single scoop of vanilla in a bowl for my Fifty and a double scoop of chocolate for me in a cone. I licked the sides as soon as we are outside and I couldn't help the smile. I felt like a little kid and I loved it.

We walked down the sidewalk towards the playground I saw from the car. It must be around seven and a lot of kids were still out, playing games. Parents were watching from the sides, talking to other parents or on the phone or just watching.

"This is nice," I said, licking my ice cream like a kid.

Christian gave me a sideways glance. "So you like it?" He asked and for a moment I could almost hear a little bit of nervousness come off of his words.

Without commenting on it, I nodded my head. "I do." As we continued to walk, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and didn't see the uneven sidewalk up ahead. Having the grace of a fish out of water, I stumbled over the crack. A small 'eep' escaped my parted lips as I fall face first towards the concrete. If it hadn't been for my overprotective husband, I would be laying on the ground by now. But, just in time, he grabbed my arm and kept me from falling.

"What would you do without me?" He asked as he straightened me back up. I could hear the joke in his voice but I couldn't help but remember back to how we met. I had fallen into his office the very first time and that was embarrassing. At least it wasn't as bad anymore… Kind of.

I gave him a sheepish smile. "Thanks. That wouldn't have been good." I looked down at my ice cream and a flicker of disappointment crossed my face. A pout settled in.

Christian noticed and he asked, "What's wrong?" He released his grip on me and we stopped at a bench overlooking the park.

"One of my scoops fell off," I sighed but the disappointment faded away as I took a small lick of the chocolate.

Almost looking alarmed, my husband looked at me and offered, "We can go back -,"

With a shake of my head, I cut him off. I smiled and told him, "I'll be fine. It's just ice cream." I took another lick and looked at him. "And anyways, its been a long day and I don't know if I want to walk back to the shop. My heels are killing my feet." I glanced down at my feet and my favorite pair of high heels stared back.

I looked up and met my husband's playful stare. "Why don't you take them off?"

Rolling my eyes, I took another bite before answering, "That and along with everything else, I assume."

"I don't see any objections."

"I'm sure you don't." I smiled. "But, Mr. Grey, you're going to have to wait until we get home."

Christian raised an eyebrow and put his bowl of ice cream on the bench next to him. "Must we? I've never done anything in a park."

My eyes widen. "You wouldn't!" I couldn't help but look around us, noticing all of the kids still out, not paying us any attention, "There's kids around!"

"And?"

I rolled my eyes but didn't get to say anything before Christian placed a hand on my inner thigh. Immediately I felt my stomach squeeze from butterflies and I glanced over at him.

"You rolled your eyes at me, Mrs. Grey." He said, his voice low. "And do you know what happens when you roll your eyes?"

A small smile appeared on my face and I took another bite of my ice cream, finally making it to the cone. I looked away, focusing on the park. My eyes travelled away as I observed my surrounds and I smiled when I saw some houses across the street.

"What happens, Mr. Grey?" I teased, knowing very well what eye rolling does to him.

All I remember was being picked up, bridal style, ice cream falling from my hands and onto the sidewalk, and being carried back to the car, laughing the whole way.

End Of Flashback

I woke up from a daze to Jack grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling, causing a small cry to emanate from my mouth. I heard him moan next to my ear before I felt him release inside me, filling me up with his warm cum. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried hard not to think too much about it. As soon as he emptied himself into me, he collapsed his weight on top of my body, his chest going up and down as he tried to calm his hammering heartbeat.

He was still inside me and I could feel my muscles clench up, feeling the soreness already set in. All I wanted to do was to get him out of me, to make him go away. He got what he wanted so why won't he just leave already?

As if reading my thoughts, I felt my … rapist shift against me before he pulled himself out and then sat up, using his arms to lift his body off of mine. I didn't notice it before, but as soon as his skin was no longer touching mine, I felt a cold breeze slide over my body. The sweat from Jack clung to me and the cold caused me to shiver. But I bit my tongue so I wouldn't say anything.

Jack took his time to get to his feet. He didn't look at me, nor did I give him any thought. But, from the corner of my eye, I saw him grab his pants and pulled them on before he grabbed my clothes and threw them at me. He didn't say anything before he walked over to me and knelt down so his lips were right next to my ear. I felt his hot breath and then he spoke.

"Can't wait until tomorrow for round two." He pulled back and an evil grin was set on his face.

My face fell and I said nothing. I only watched as Jack grabbed my wrists and undid the wire. I felt a warm liquid roll down my arms but I was too tired and numb to find out what it was. Before I knew it, my clothes were back on me and I was back in the chair, my hands once again tied behind my back.

Exhaustion filled me and as soon as Jack had me tied up, I tilted my head down and let the darkness creep in. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep was Jack calling out a good night to me, and then his laughter ringing in the background.

XxxxX

Until Next Time.

Man… Wasn't as detailed as I thought I was going to make it, but I am okay with that. It was very hard to write… Especially getting the emotions. But, I hoped you liked it. Please review! Though I would appreciate if there were no flames. Thank you!