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*** Elena ***

"Don't worry my love. I'll take care of you" I say, stroking his hair and caressing his chest, truly amazed by him. I would die for this man. I would kill for him, without a second thought. And now he was here, in my arms, where he truly belongs. I couldn't be happier.

"H-Hmm. W-what shh thh?" he mumbles, completely taking me by surprise. I manage to keep stroking his hair in an attempt to calm him down and make him see he's safe with me. But after the initial shock wears off, my worst fears come true. Christian Grey is pissed, his eyes now turned completely black and lifeless and I am really scared for what he'll do next. And without a second more to waste, leaving me no time to react, he grabs my hand and holding it a little too strong, looks straight into my eyes and speaks the words that make me freeze on the spot.

"If you ever touch me again, I will kill you. You disgust me Elena. And know this, if you don't let me go then you must kill me. Because if you don't, I will devote my entire life to the destruction of yours and everything you hold dear in your black and disgusting heart." He says, nothing but hate and loading emanating from his being. He was not the man I had once loved. He was broken and I couldn't stand the sight of it. I had to put him down again, so I could think about my next move. But before I could pick up the drugged syringe I had close to me in case of emergency, he beats me to it. Somehow reading the very thought in my face, he stops me, puts his hand in my mouth and completely dominates me into submission, stabbing my neck with the toxic substance, leaving me to fall into complete darkness, wishing things had gone entirely different. At least I was in his arms…

*** Christian ***

"What the fuck? Where the hell am i?" I thought to myself, not believing the situation I had walked in. Me and Taylor. Fuck! Where was him? Where was i? And who the fuck had hit me? I could still feel my head sore from the cruel blunt. I was so pissed I couldn't even think straight. And then I had to wake up to that bitch touching me and making herself intimate with me.

Ugh, the simple thought of her being that close to me made my stomach turn on itself. I truly loaded her. Ana was right about her, all along. My Ana, how I missed her. But now I had to worry about myself for a second, get away from this crazy bitch. At least now she was asleep. That would buy me some time.

Fuck, I hear footsteps coming this way. What do I do? Hide dumbass!

"Elena, I'm gonna get something to eat. Want something?" he says, walking in, looking down at his phone. Thank god for this new generation distractions. It was my chance to act. I grab the closest item and hurl it as hard and fast as I can to this guy's head. He never sees it coming. He falls in front of me, completely knocked out. Good thing I had picked up a solid wooden lamp, that would make him sleepy for a while.

Now was time to do some recon of this place, and if things were in my favor, there would be nobody else standing between me and freedom. And Ana. I had to get out of here so I could get back to find her. I needed to leave, now. But before I could get out, I had to secure my kidnappers, so they wouldn't make my escape any harder than it had to be. Rolling the fallen body in front of me, I can seem to recognize him. I guess he was Elena's new boy toy. Poor guy, he was already screwed by just meeting this woman. She was poison in form of a blonde cougar.

After gagging the both of them with the sleeves of my already wrecked white shirt, I found some rope near the bed, clearly part of the plan to keep me in place in case of a fight. I guess I was starting to get lucky. Wrapping the rope around the both of them, I was happy to see them asleep and strapped together so tight there would take them a while to get out. I guess good things came out of my dark lifestyle. After looking for my phone, I can't find it anywhere so I take the one on the ground, the guy's phone and dial Taylor's number. Taking a deep breath and making sure I was silent as a church mouse, I make my way out of the room. I realize then I'm at a very familiar place. Sadly, too familiar for my liking.

I was being held at Elena's summer house, where she usually brought her sex toys to play with. I had been here a few times, not a single pleasant memory about it. But luckily I knew just how to get out of here. I stopped for a second, trying to hear any other sound that would make someone else's presence known. I get nothing, so I close the room's door and lock it with the key, conveniently placed in a table close to the door. I then proceed to call Taylor, his number permanently stamped in my memory, luckily. He picks up after the first ring.

"Taylor, it's me, Christian Grey" i say, a little annoyed i have to specify who i am.

"Sir! Where are you? Are you ok?" he asks, unable to hide his fear for my safety.

"I'm at Elena's Lincoln summer house. She's here with another man I don't recognize. I am ok now. I managed to secure the both of them. How fast can you get here?" I ask him, starting to get my calm and dominating self back.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes sir. Stay safe and keep that phone close to you." He says, ending the conversation as fast as it started. Good, if there was someone I could count on, it was Taylor. Now I had to wait. I guess it would be better to do it close to the room I had left the two trapped rats. That way I could hear any noise as soon as they woke up. But the minutes pass and not a beep comes from the room. They were going to sleep for a while I guess.

Like clockwise, Taylor arrives at the house, bringing with him two more security guys. I guess you could never be too careful in situations like this.

"Sir, where are they?" he asks, now full on military man. I have to say, he was good at his job.

"That room. I think they are unarmed but check anyway" I say back, letting him to his thing.

"Nice work Sir. They are out and I'm sure it would take them a while before they could get out of that entangled mess in there. Now, what do we do? Police or we handle this ourselves?" he asks me, taking me by surprise. The truth is I hadn't thought about it. All I wanted was to get out and find Ana, but he was right. We had to do something. But I couldn't figure anything ut right now, I was too pumped up and anxiety was overpowering me.

"No cops. Can you handle this yourself? I need to find Ana, now!" I tell Taylor, unable to hide my need to be with Ana again. I couldn't care less about what happened to that botch and her boy toy right now. I had better things to do. My revenge would have to wait.

"Don't worry sir. I'll put them somewhere safe until you can decide what to do. Now we should go. We have to find Miss Steele." He says, smirking a little. I guess he was good at his job and a mind reader as well. Good thing I had him in my corner.

"I agree. Let's go then" I tell him, leaving that disgusting place and those two cockroaches I would have a lot of pleasure crushing, behind me.

After giving his orders, Taylor and me walk into the car and I can't help myself, I have to know just how close are we to find Anastasia.

"Where's Ana? Do you know anything?" I ask him, anxiety taking the best of me.

"Yes sir. We found her." he tells me. But something about his tone tells me there's something wrong. And his eyes look sad and troubled. Fuck, what now!

"What is it Taylor? Where is she? Is she ok?" I ask him, no unable to control my breathing and my emotions. If anything had happened to her, I would never forgive myself. I need her to be ok, she had to be ok. She was my Ana, she was my life.

"Sir, I'm sorry to tell you this. But she was found unconscious. She was involved in a car accident. She has been in a come since then." He answers me.

"Coma? How long?" I ask him, almost inaudible.

"It has been two days sir. The doctors are optimistic though." He says, obviously trying to bring some form of life and hope back into my voice.

"I need to see her. Get me to her now Taylor!" I yell to him. I had to be with her. She would wake up. She had to. I wouldn't be able to survive if she didn't. Ana was going to wake up. She had to. I loved her. She couldn't die. I wouldn't make it without my Ana. My beautiful, strong and love of my life, Anastasia...