A/N: Thanks for the reviews once again. I never thought I'd have so much fun writing this fanfic and it's all down to you people for reading and reviewing. So thank you. Here is another chapter which I hope you enjoy.
"May I say you look wonderful, Mrs Grey."
"Thank you. What can I do for you?" I ask. I can definitely tell he is Mr Lincoln, Elena's ex, by the way he dresses and stands. But didn't Christian bankrupt him?
"I am here to finally get payback on your husband, Mrs Grey. You see, he did a lot of damage to my company. I want him to suffer the way I did so many years ago. I doubt he told you but he and my dead ex-wife had an affair together."
"Yes, I know all about it."
"That saves all the gory details then. Now that Elena is dead, thanks to you which I am grateful for, I can go ahead and do what I originally planned. She, however, wanted to get rid of you and have him to herself. Disgusting woman that she was, she had a good head on her shoulders." He explains. I need to keep him talking till Sawyer gets here.
"It's a shame really. With you carry that child in you. His child. What I cannot understand is why you are with him? Does he have something on you?"
"No..."
"Does he have something on your family?"
"No...I..."
"I can only have sympathy for you, Mrs Grey. Being married to such a messed up man. I bet it really is all about the money. It always is when it comes to Christian Grey. Oh well, it can't be helped. Issac."
Issac? I turn my head and he approaches me then quickly puts a bag over my head and restrains my hands. I can hear their conversation through the material.
"Take her down to the van before her security joins us. If she puts up a fight knock her out." Is all Lincoln said. I didn't hear Issac's response. I am being pulled away from where I was standing and down a flight of stairs. Not being able to see where I am going really doesn't help a pregnant woman.
As we reach the finally set of stairs, I can feel my legs give way.
"Carry her." Lincoln orders and Issac has his arms around me lifting me over his shoulder. I don't know where we exit but it's noisy. I think we may have taken the back exit for deliveries. I have no idea where I am and it scares me. I hear a vehicle door open and then I am tossed inside. The van comes to life and is moving straight away. I am tossed and turned around, hitting the sides and floor harsh. Blip! Blip better be ok. I shouldn't have gone against Christian. But I had Sawyer with me. Was the meeting actually real? I highly doubt it now.
We have been driving for what feels like forever. Eventually we come to a halt and the doors open again. I feel a hand grab my ankle and I am dragged out. This time I am allowed to stand, but I didn't expect to have a gun pointed at my back.
"In here." Lincoln says. Issac pushes me forward and leads me to the centre of a room, from what I can tell.
"Sit." I am ordered, and I do as I am told. A wooden stool is placed behind my knees and I sit. I feel robe being tied to both my ankles to the stool and my hands are now free, to then only be tied behind me. My fear starts to rise as I remember what happened at Aspen. The bag is removed from my head and the lighting is mild. I take a glance around and it looks like an old warn down warehouse.
"I have a feeling that you may be familiar with my ex-wife's hobbies. No need to worry. I am not as sick and twisted as her." Lincoln says, and then his face is near mine. "But I can make things twice as worse for you if your husband doesn't co-operate with my demands." He moves away from me and talks to Issac.
Issac rarely moves his eyes from me, constantly watching me. Lincoln has left us alone in the building. Where he has gone I have no idea. Issac just keeps staring at me and any move he makes I think he is going to hurt me like he did before. I try tugging at the robe but it's hopeless, they've been done up too tight and are now digging into my skin.
"What did I ever do to you?" I ask Issac. He doesn't answer me, just stares.
"If Elena did something to you..."
"Shut up!" he yells and it echoes around us.
"Issac..."
"I said..." he walks up to me. "Shut up." He spits out. I drop my head down towards the floor. I do not want to get on his bad side again.
"Issac. Set this up." Lincoln returns and hands Issac a cell phone. "We're going to send your husband a little message. Start recording." He orders.
"Hello there, Mr Grey. I think you remember me. As you can see I have your, from the looks of it, pregnant wife. If you want her returned to you then you will do as I say. Any hassle and I will make things very difficult for your wife." He says, as he stands behind me, he lifts his hand to my cheek and strokes my jaw line. I turn away from his touch, I physically feel sick.
"I want a very large sum of money. I think maybe, let me see...$10 million. Yes. I think that will do it. I'm sure you can afford it. Goodbye, Mr Grey. I will be sure to look after your wife." He finishes and signals Issac to stop recording and to send the video.
"I doubt we will be waiting long." Lincoln says and walks off again.
My body is starting to ache. How long have I been like this? Blip is not very happy right now. My stomach won't stop rumbling. I am to the point where I am so hungry that it hurts. This must have been what it was like for Christian, most likely worse. As much as I love Blip, he really does have the worst timing. I lift my head up and I notice Lincoln talking to Issac. He hands him something, but what is it? Issac walks over to me and opens my jacket and pulls down one sleeve to reveal the skin on my shoulder. He then stabs a needle in me and I can feel the liquid. He pulls it out and walks away. He slowly starts to get smaller, and the sound of his footsteps get loader as they echo around me, echoing forever, till my head falls and my eyes close shut.
My eyes flutter open and the first thing that registers to me is the pain in my head. What happened to me? I try to lift my head up but it's so heavy. I groan at the pain in my neck.
"Ah. Wonderful she's awake." Lincoln says.
"How...how...long..." I mumble, my voice barely a whisper.
"Sorry? What was that?" Lincoln grabs my chin and lifts my head. I force my eyes open slightly and I notice Issac holding the cell phone again.
"Mr Grey. As you can see your wife is in no fit state to talk. I was going to have her send you a message but I guess not." He says and then let's go of my head to let it fall. My head is killing me.
"Chris...ti..tian."
"Looks like she wants to speak to you Mr Grey. Speak up Mrs Grey; I don't think he can hear you." He says. I remain silent. I have no energy to speak. I know Christian will be nuclear angry just watching it.
"Looks like she can't. Issac. Hand me the other one." Other one? Other what?
"This, Mr Grey, is what happens when you don't respond. I'll give you another hour." He says then injects me again. I can feel the liquid run through me again. If anything happens to...
I stir awake a little but not enough to move or open my eyes. I can hear a conversation happening near me.
"Is there any response?"
"A meeting place as been placed but that is all. This seems to be the work of his security."
"How do you know? Actually don't bother. We need to move her. Where's the location?"
"It's at some house near the sound."
"Right. Here's what we'll do..." their voice starts to fade and the rest of the conversation blurs. A house on the sound? Our home? I slip into the darkness once more.
"Issac. Take her up the drive and leave her there. Tie her hands to her ankles. We are two hours earlier so you should have time."
I'm pulled out of the van, barely conscious. My limbs won't work for me and whatever they have drugged me with I can't fight it. It's too strong. Issac tosses me over his shoulder and slams the van door shut. He walks up the drive to the house. Why are the gates open? He keeps walking up then stops at the top facing the house. He drops me to the floor then tries to sit me on my knees. He then brings my knees to my chest and ties my ankles together then my hands to my ankles. I have no way of moving. I lift my head up and force open my eyes to look at him. He's too busy to notice but I can see he is in a panic and hurry.
"Why..."
"Shut up!" he stays sternly to me. I open my mouth to say something else but he slaps me before I could. The pain from his slap makes the pain in my head and neck ten times worse. A tear falls down my cheek from the pain. He tightens the robe and I can feel myself squashing Blip. Oh god no! I try to loosen them by moving but I'm too restricted. Issac kneels down in front of me and blindfolds me.
I hear him stand and then walk away. This horrible. Fear starts to wash over me. How long am I going to be kept here in the dark and cold? From the feel of the air it's near early evening. I take in deep breathes to calm my nerves.
I can't feel my body. I am so cold. My deep breathing tactic is now small harsh breathes. The only way I can describe it is like I'm Rose from Titanic floating on the door in the water. My breathing is becoming more like that. Quick, sharp breathes. My body is shaking almost uncontrollably. I haven't eaten or drunk anything for hours. The only thing I want right now is a hot bath and a giant bowl of chicken stew, plus several large bottles of water.
I am brought out of my thoughts by the sound of a car engine. It's getting closer. Too close then it suddenly breaks.
"ANA!" Christian! I still can't speak. I am almost frozen. I feel his hands on my arms.
"Baby. You're freezing."
"Chris...ti...tian...hel..." I stutter, but I doubt he heard me. I can hear his blackberry ringing. He removes the blindfold but I keep my eyes closed.
"Grey." He answers his phone. "You wouldn't dare...I have the money. Let Ana go...You so much as point a gun towards he..." Lincoln must have phoned him. A gun? But I thought they left.
"Sir." Taylor's voice comes from behind me. "There's a red dot pointed to her back."
"Fuck. How do you want to do this?" he asks, trying to calm himself. "Yes I have it all...Just leave her be...fine!" he hangs up and lets out a frustrated sigh. My head begins to drop lower so it rests on my knees.
"Ana?" Christian kneels in front of me.
"Mr Grey. I suggest you move away." Taylor orders.
"Why?"
"There are now two dots."
"Fuck."
"Chris..ti...an.." I mumble
"Ana? What is it, baby?"
"Blip. So...cccold." I stutter. I can feel the drug taking over again.
"Ana?" his voice is becoming a muffled noise. "Ana!" The darkness consumes me again and I fall to my side and the sound of bullets becomes louder the deeper I go.
A/N: I know this chapter is short but I wanted to keep the suspense at the end. I hope you liked this one. Reviews much loved!