Taylor sat in shock as he watched the bitch prance in on Grey's arm. He was limping and skinny as shit. He looked around for Sawyer or Ryan but they were alone. Fuck. Fanelli was off the phone and warning the shithead named Paulie to keep his gun on me and stay alert.

Taylor didn't want to look at Grey, he didn't want to see what the months of surviving alone in the wild had done to him. Yet, to be honest, what he really didn't want to see was the look of betrayal and the pain of that betrayal in his eyes. So, like a coward, he kept his head down and stared at the floor.

"Look at me, you motherfucker!"

Slowly Taylor raised his head. Grey came closer, his anger radiating outward in waves.

"So, Jason, how was she? Did you like fucking her? How many times have you fucked her, Taylor? Answer me, you fuck."

"Sir, permission to speak freely?" He asked, knowing it sounded stupid but hoping it might resonate with the old Christian Grey.

Grey snorted in disgust and leaned in closer, "Did you sleep with her?" He asked harshly.

"Yes!" Taylor replied defiantly, "To keep her alive, I slept with her, but that's all we did. Sleep!"

"How fucking stupid do you think I am?" Grey yelled and then ordered Paulie "Stand him up." The goon known as Paulie went behind Taylor and grabbing him under his arm pits, jerked him to his feet. Taylor closed his eyes and braced for the blow. It was a sharp, hard blow to his gut. Taylor moaned as his body sagged and knew he'd be pissing blood if he lived long enough to take another leak.

"No! Stop! What are you doing, Christian?!" Ana cried out desperately, while a third man dragged her unwillingly into the room. Taylor looked, unable to believe his eyes, knowing if he thought he was fucked before, he was fucked even more now. He looked at Grey, his body language told the story. Grey was overwhelmed and confused. Then, Taylor glanced at Elena. Fuck. Anyone who thought the devil was a guy had never met Elena Lincoln. She was evil personified. How the boss could even think of looking at her when he had Ana was unfathomable.

As Ana passed close to Christian, she let her body go lax and fell to her knees. She looked up at him and begged with tears in her eyes, "Don't do this, Christian. Don't listen to her. You'll hate yourself. Just let us go. Please, Christian. At least let Flynn go. Nothing happened. Let Taylor go. He didn't do anything. He just kept me alive. "

Grey stood over her, weak, tired and confused. She sounded so believable, yet she readily admitted to sleeping with Taylor. What was he missing? Something didn't make sense. All of a sudden, Elena screeched, "Bring her now!" The goon dragged Ana over near Taylor. Elena followed. Ana held her head up proudly as she glared defiantly at Elena. Elena never blinked, just snarled and bitch slapped her as hard as she could. Ana sagged as blood started pouring from her nose, but the defiant look on her face never left.

"Elena! That's enough!"

"Shut up, Christian. I haven't even started yet."

"No! This isn't the answer. I should never have listened to you ." He looked over at Fanelli. And said simply, "Release them."

Suddenly, Elena's arm shot up, holding a revolver. "Tsk,tsk, you are so predictable, darling, but no matter. I thought we cold enjoy some playtime first, but I see that's not the case. Looking at Fanelli, she said. "Take her to Isaach."

"What about them?" asked Fanelli.

"All in good time, Mr Fanelli. All in good time." Then she turned toward Christian and

continued, "Christian, darling, I need your signature. "

"Elena, what is going on?"

"Shut up, Christian and just sign this " she handed him a folded piece of white parchment paper. He took it and started to read. The words "Last Will and Testament" made everything very clear. Jesus, what had he done.

"Sign it!" She commanded furiously.

"Sign it or what? You're going to kill me? Well, you will anyway. Why should I sign?"

The gun in her hand blasted and Flynn screamed in pain. Taylor yelled out, "Don't sign it." And the gun bucked again and Taylor slid to the floor. Christian reached out for the pen and scribbled his signature. Elena grabbed the Will, and shook her head sadly. "Too bad, darling. We could have had such fun. Don't worry. I'll teach that gold digging whore a lesson. I am sure life in my dungeon will teach that bitch some respect. In fact, you can count on it. " Then she gave an evil laugh and her heels started clicking across the floor as she left, stopping briefly by Fanelli and warning him not to screw it up or he'd never see his cut.

Paulie looked at Fanelli, "How are we going to handle this, boss?"