A/N: FrayedAtTheEndSheBreaks was the original writer to these first two chapters. She is unable to continue and asked if I would be willing to take the story over for her. I told her I would, but the updates might be slow going. Hoping my continuation of this fanfiction will be as great as her start of it.

Disclaimer: EL James owns FSoG. I do not receive any sort for compensation for my writing, just enjoy doing so.

I'm sitting at my desk at home, waiting for this man Elena Lincoln referred me to. For the last year, I have been working with my family to nail Elena Lincoln at this sick sex slave industry she's gotten into. I came out to my parents two years ago about my BDSM lifestyle that Elena started me on and since then, we've been trying to dig up evidence against her.

At first, I decided to leave the lifestyle, not telling Elena that my family knew about our affair. When my father was presented with a request for protection from a new client against Elena, we decided to look into it a little more. My parents and I had meeting after meeting and decided that I would pretend to go back to BDSM, to investigate more on Elena. So far, she has given me three 'submissives', two of them swearing they choose the lifestyle and one, that was forced into it and gave my father and I vivid details on the sex ring Elena is in on. I, of course, didn't have sexual relations with any of the girls, but still forced them to sign an NDA so that they couldn't tell Elena that we didn't have that type of relationship. I allowed them to stay at my home, the two willing ones each for their three months, and the last girl that I helped, stayed for six while I got her back on her feet. She has a different name, lives out of state, and I have given her a nice nest egg to start a new life.

I know that allowing a man to come with my future submissive is a dangerous, risky move, but Elena said that he wouldn't allow this girl to come alone. This girl's name is Anastasia Lambert and all I know of him is that his name is Frank. Elena has presented to me quite a few girls, but when she mentioned that this Anastasia had never been under contract or had intercourse, I immediately decided on her. I'm hoping to get her out of this slavery before she's too damaged. If I can get her out with her virginity still intact, all of this will be worth it. This man knowing where I live will be worth it. I've got the best security features and CPO, so the man would have a hard time trying to come after me.

I go over what I want to say in my head for the umpteenth time and take a few deep breaths, calming my rapid heart rate. I'm not sure how having the man in my office with my submissive is going to go. I've never experienced it, so I'm not sure how he'll affect things. I've asked Taylor to stand in while they're both here, in case the man has ulterior motives. I am a billionaire after all, and I don't feel like having a knife to my throat or gun to my head while he demands cash.

There is a knock on the door and Taylor enters.

"Christian, I've been alerted that they've pulled into the parking garage. I'll go down and escort them up."

I give him a nod. "Very well, Taylor. Bring them straight in."

He disappears and I sit back in my chair and cross my leg, my ankle resting against the top of my thigh, so that I looked relaxed. I don't want this bastard getting the least bit suspicious.

It doesn't take long before I hear Taylor's voice and footsteps against the marble floor. Taylor enters first, the two others trailing behind him. I stand slowly to greet them.

The man has dark hair with a bit of gray, brown eyes, a pointed nose and thin lips. There is a petite brunette standing next to him, but she has her head bowed and I can't see her face. She has on torn jeans, beat up chucks, and an oversized, dingy white tshirt. This girl is obviously mistreated. She's as thin as a rail, her hair is extremely long, and her skin is as alabaster as they come. It's obvious she doesn't get to spend any time outside of where she is kept.

"Hello, I'm Frank. This mousy little thing beside me is Anastasia. Say hello, Anastasia."

A soft hello comes from the sweet little thing, but she doesn't raise her head.

My heart breaks for her. I want to grab her away from him and throw him out of the penthouse, but I know that's not how it works. My family and friends have worked too hard for me to blow our cover. She'll be safe soon enough.

"Mr. Grey, I assume that Elena has spoken to you about the increased fee?"

I give the man a nod. Since Anastasia has never been touched, he is requesting more money. He's basically selling her virginity to the highest bidder.

"Elena states that you want one-million for her. I think that's a little steep, even with her virginity intact." I will not give this asshole that much money. He doesn't deserve it.

"Well, I've been offered 500 for her from another man who already has two others."

"Then I'll pay 550, but I get TPE for six months." Not a penny more. By the time the six months are up, she'll be long gone.

"How many woman have you encountered that are so submissive and untouched? None. She's one of a kind. Surely she's worth more."

She's priceless...with or without her virginity. It's hard to imagine that I use to pay for submissives like they were cattle for the slaughterhouse. The thought makes me cringe. I am so glad I got my head out of my ass and saw what the hell I was doing.

"If you think you can find a man willing to pay more, then go ahead." I state, trying to psyche the man out.

He tries to stare me down, but I won't back down. After a few seconds, he sighs and shakes his head.

"Fine. Transfer the money into this bank account." He hands me a small piece of paper with an account number from a bank in the Cayman Islands. Of course the asshole is hiding money. At least this information will help us in bringing the whole ring down.

I hand the piece of paper to Taylor and he sits behind my desk, getting to work. We stand quietly while he works and a minute later, Frank's cell goes off. He checks it and nods.

He grabs her by the hair and swings her around, yanking on her hair so that she looks up at him.

"You listen here, little girl. You be good and don't cause Mr. Grey any grief. If I find out that you've caused him any problems, you'll have to answer to me. Nod if you understand."

I'm shocked for a second, but quickly recover. Blowing my cover wouldn't be a good idea right now.

"Get your hands off of my submissive." I growl out the warning.

He looks up at me, but releases hold of her hair. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You've been paid. She's mine."

"She's all yours." He grabs her by the arms and shoves her towards me. She stumbles on the way, but still manages to keep her head down, and I catch her by the tops of her arms before she hits the floor. Her skin is soft and my fingers tingle from the skin-to-skin contact. It confuses me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Once she regains her footing, I release her arms and, as quickly as the tingle started, it fades.

I see Taylor scowling at the back of the bastard's head.

"Taylor, see him out."

Taylor escorts Frank out of my office, closing the door behind him. When I turn back to Anastasia, I see her cowering, her head bowed, and body shaking. The poor thing is scared to death.

"Anastasia, there's nothing to be afraid of. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you, okay?"

She nods, but her head stays bowed.

"Anastasia...can you look at me?"

She hesitates, but only for a second, before slowly raising her face to meet mine. When her eyes land on me, they widen and I find myself doing the same.

"Holy fuck." I whisper under my breath. Her face is too thin, her eyes seem too large for her face, but she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on.

Her eyes grow sad and she bites her lip as she quickly bows her head once more.

"Anastasia is sorry, sir. Anastasia knows she's hard to look at."

My chest clenches at her soft, sweet voice...but a part of me is angry. Angry at the bastard who convinced her of this; angry at her for believing it.

"Anastasia. Look. At. Me."

Her head shoots up again quickly with my harsh tone.

"You are beautiful, Anastasia. Do not allow anyone to tell you different."

She nods and her eyes fill with tears before she looks down again. I know she must be embarrassed and confused by all this, and I know I best take things slow. I'll slowly break all the negativity that has been ingrained in her and build her up to be strong and confident.

"Anastasia, before we leave the office, I have a form I need you to sign. Have a seat."

I watch her move slowly and sit in the seat across from my desk before I make my way to my own seat. I pick up the NDA and turn it, placing it in front of her.

"This states that anything that happens while we are together, you are not allowed to speak about to anyone else except my family and the therapist I hand pick for you."

She keeps her head down, staring at the paper, as her eyebrows knit together in confusion for a second. When she nods her understanding, I place a pen in front of her.

She immediately picks it up and slowly begins to write her name, in print. She's concentrating with all she has and I even see the tip of her tongue slip out of her mouth as she does so.

"Anastasia, aren't you going to read it?"

Her hand stops moving on the page and her head bows even more. "Anastasia doesn't know how, sir."

I sit back in my chair, blown away. She's illiterate?

"Anastasia won't tell anyone anything, sir. She knows to stay quiet." Her hand begins moving again and I lean in, watching her closely. Her writing looks more like a third grader's than a twenty-two year old woman's.

"No one ever taught you to read and write, Anastasia?"

She shakes her head and lays the pen down on the sheet of paper. "Anastasia found a piece of paper with her name on it at home. Anastasia used that paper to practice."

"Did you ever go to school?"

Again, she shakes her head. "Daddy said Anastasia didn't deserve to learn. Daddy said Anastasia was too stupid."

This girl knows nothing, but abuse. Suddenly, I'm worried that I'm not experienced enough to deal with this. I could end up screwing her up more than she already is. I can't imagine throwing her in a psych ward either. They'll just shove pills down her throat and treat her like all the other patients. She's a special case and I'm sure the employees there don't know much about these types of relationships. I definitely need to speak to my mother about this. Until then, I'll try to make her as comfortable as possible.

"Well, we'll make sure you learn while you're here. You are not too stupid, Anastasia."

Her head is dipped, but I can see her mouth form an 'O'. "Thank you, sir."

"You may call me Christian if you'd like."

Her eyebrows knit together and she fiddles with her fingers in her lap.

"Would you feel more comfortable with calling me 'sir' for now?"

Slowly, she nods.

"Alright, Anastasia. One step at a time."