Fifty shades of agony
I could feel his warm, sweaty hands run themselves against the top of my bare legs. My trousers were hitched down slightly to grant him access. I was frozen, begging my panties to stay on me. He breathed down my neck, feeling his teeth bite into my shoulder. I cried out in pain and fear, tears burning my face. His hand tightened over my mouth.
" Be quite!" He seethed. His hands began to travel. I went numb. I felt time slow, as he began to pull down my last piece of clothing. I squirmed, his body trapping me. He ignored my struggles and continued his agonising torture. Christian, I love you. I love you so much. I thought my last words, begging more than ever that he knew that I cared for him more than anything.
The next few seconds seemed to feel like a dream. I heard multiple feet run towards us out of the other end of the alley. The man released all contact of me and began to run down the alley, avoiding the feet that followed him. A huge gush of relief flowed through me, as I sank slowly to the floor. I felt the gravel prick my bare legs, thankful that my panties were still in place. As I looked up to see who'd come, I saw a blur of men run past. I instantly recognised Taylor, followed by Sawyer and many, many other men in suits. I recognised none of them. My heart stretched in happiness. I was so lucky. Lucky to be here. Lucky to have a dominating, protective husband. I wept, unable to move and decent myself. I hoped that none of then had taken too much attention to me. I could hear the yells of struggle and voices yelling, unable to decipher them. Suddenly, a voice came from the end of the alley Taylor had come from.
" Ana. Ana! Oh God Ana NO!"Christian's furious, pained voice filled my ears and my heart plummeted. He's here. Before I could look to see him, he was on his knees beside me. His face was ashen and haunted. His eyes blazed. I sucked in a large breath, feeling like I had been holding it this whole time.
" He didn't do anything. You got here before-" My voice cracked as Christian Picked me up and placed me in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and his delicious scent filled my body. Tears ran down my face as he brought my face up and kissed me. I could feel his worry, his stress, his anger.
" Oh Ana, I should never have let you go." He croaked, and for a horrible moment It seemed like he was going to cry. I couldn't bare to hear it.
" T-this isn't your fault. Please..." I begged him to listen to me through sobs. Please don't blame yourself for this fifty, please. He grasped me to his warm chest, rocking me with him. I could feel his tension, his murderous glare towards the other end of the alley. I dreaded him getting hurt. I knew he'd kill who'd done this.
" Stay..please.." I nuzzled into him and I felt him soften.
" Your phone wouldn't pick up. I came as quickly as I could." I forced his voice out, a haunted whisper.
Taylor walked towards us, his face strained. He didn't know how to look at me. I knew he was worried, but one wrong move could set Christian off. I snuggled up to my time-bomb husband.
" We've got him out cold, Sir. We're taking him away." Taylor's voice sounded serious but concerned.
" Alright. Ana, let me take you hope." Christian's voice was filled with agony. I know he was blaming himself. He stood up, carefully, holding me in his arms. I felt a blanket cover me as a sudden wave of tiredness dragged me out of conciousness.