Well let me just state that I'm sorry it has taken me so long to update this story. I have always said that I will never abandon any of my stories. It might seem like I have but I haven't. I am slowly working on them all. When will the next update be for this story? I don't know. Will this story get completed? Yes! All of them will, in time. Just give me time, that's all I ask.

CPOV

I wake up on the floor of the great room, my head feels as if I have been ran over by an eighteen-wheeler. I roll over onto my back and open my eyes. Both Taylor and Gail are standing over talking to each other about something.

"Well don't just stand there help me up" I tell Taylor but he doesn't move, he just stands there with a pissed off look on his face.

"Gail please a hand" I reach out to her but she refuses and takes a step back. I finally manage to get myself off the floor. I'm a little wobbly at first but soon find my baring's.

"What?" I hiss.

"You are a monster Mr. Grey. How could you?" Gail turns on her heels and storms off into the kitchen. How could I what? What the fuck is she talking about?

"Taylor you better get your wife in check. I will not stand for her to speak to me the way she did. Do you understand" Taylor goes to speak but he closes his mouth, instead his hand balls into a fist and strikes its claim right in the middle of my face.

I'm taken back by it all and fall to the floor. I feel blood gushing out of my nose. My hand goes right to my face. I pull my hand away and it's covered in blood, dripping down my hand and onto the floor next to me.

"YOUR FUCKING FIRED!" I screamed. Nobody fucking hits me.

"FINE!" He screams back. "I was going to hand in my resignation anyways. I can't work for an ass hole like you anyways"

"Excuses me" I get back to my feet. "Did you just call me an ass hole?"

"Your damn right I called you an ass hole. There is about a half dozen other things I would like to call you as well"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"I'm the man who just cold clocked you because you can't open your fucking eyes and see what you just put your wife through"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't fucking play stupid now Grey. You know very well what the fuck you did"

"Don't you fucking get it Taylor I'm not ready to be a father. I'm to fucked up to be anyone's father"

"No, you let that bitch troll, Elena fucking Lincoln, make you think you're too fucked up. You're nowhere near being fucked up like you used to be. Don't you see that? Elena isn't the one who made you the man you are today. It was a your mother, and for the last 4 months it has been Ana"

"No Elena helped me, she helped me…."

"Wake the fuck up Grey and smell the fucking coffee. She has done nothing to help you" He slaps me across the face before grabbing the collar of my shirt to drag me up the stairs.

Every step was a nightmare, and there are 18 of them. With each step something on my body gets either hit or jabbed, and or scratched. Where the fuck is he taking me?

After getting up all the stairs he drags me down the hallway a little ways. He stops by letting go of my collar causing me to slam down on the hardwood floor.

"Let me ask you this Grey. Is your head still telling you that Elena helped you?"

"Yes" my voice calls out in pain. She is the one who helped me. Why am I the only one who sees this?

"Wrong answer Ass Hole!" I close my eyes and shake my head. No body fucking understands. She….

***CRASH…CRACK…BANG***

What the fuck was that? I open my eyes and see Taylor kick the door of the playroom. It doesn't budge. Taylor kicks it again and it shakes as the ominous sound of wood cracking vibrates down the hall. Holy Fuck!

Another kick causes it to rip from its hinges and send it flying into the playroom with a resounding thwack.

Once again Taylor grabs me by the collar and pulls me to my feet. He drags me into the playroom. Walking on the playroom door I can feel it crunching under my feet.

"You're going to pay for that" I tell him. He looks at me with a smirk on his face. Mother fucker.

"Go fuck yourself Grey. It's time to give you a taste of your own medicine" He throws me down in front of the four-post bed. I try to get up with the little strength I have left but my limbs fail me and I end up falling on my side.

With my eyes half open I watch as Taylor goes to the far corner of the room to grab the red rope I purchased months ago at Clayton's when Ana was working there. He comes back and stands in front of me.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time" I cut him off before he even has a chance to finish.

"Go fuck yourself" I collected whatever saliva I had left in my mouth than spit it at him. The look of murder appeared on his face. Oh fuck!

One by one, he takes each of my hands and ties them to the bed with the rope. After he secures my arms to the rope and the rope to the bed he walks around the room and starts looking at everything. He picks up a flogger then puts it down. Next he grabs a cane and inspects it carefully but decides against it.

He walks over to the wall that holds the riding crops. He skims his finger over them but doesn't pick one up. He twists his body half way and spots something out of the corner of his eye. The belts.

"Which one?" He asks. "Which one was it that you used that night with Ana?" He points to each belt but I don't say a word.

"I bet it was this one," Taylor points to it. Why the fuck did me never throw it out?

"So how many times did you belt her that night before she screamed red? Oh that's right she didn't. Because she fucking trusted you. Tell me Grey how many times?"

"Was it five lashing? No. I think it was more than that. Let's see. Maybe 10?" My eyes go wide.

"No? Was it 9? How about 8? No? I know it was 15 wasn't it?"

"6. I hit her 6 time's with the belt you fucking Ass Hole"

"Only 6? Such a small number for a big man"

"Fuck you" Wrong choice of words I quickly realize. The belt comes down out of nowhere and hits me right on the right side of my chest.

"Count Grey. I'm sure you made her do that too. Just like Elena made you"

"One" I hissed out through my teeth. The belt comes down again even harder this time.

"Two. Ahhh" I scream in pain.

"Think back Grey. Think back to the time you were a teenager when Elena had you downstairs in her basement tied to a wall training you to become what you are today. You're not a Dom, you're still her little Submissive boy, bowing down to her every word" He strikes again.

"I'm not her Submissive," I grunt out.

"Oh but you are. She told you love was for fools and you believe her. Everything she tells you, you listen and do as she says. Just like a Submissive would" He hits me again and again. Finally he finishes and I yell out,

"SIX!" It's so hard to breath.

"Ah what a good little Submissive you are. Elena would be so proud" Memories of being a teenager flashes inside my head. The way she beat me, tied me up, touched me in a way an older woman shouldn't touch a teenage boy.

He's right I'm still her Submissive in away. When she calls I come running. When she needs money I never question. Fuck I'm still her Submissive.

"Taylor. Help Me," I beg with tears in my eyes.