"You cheated on me?!" Christian seethes, a combination of fear mixed with wrath erupts in his voice. His face contorts in pain and confusion, wrinkling his forehead in heavy creases of outrage.

"Christian," I stutter, tears beginning to well and overflow in my eyes, "I…I would never—I didn't, why would you think that I…?" I don't even know where to begin, I simply want to avoid this occurrence all together, but I know that that's impossible. I knew it. I knew this perfect happily-ever-after was all too much to ask for. Why on earth would I think that nothing bad would ever happen with my relationship with Christian after all of the shenanigans we've been through ended.

I struggle for more things to say, to try to make his pain go away. To explain myself. But I know that he would never, ever forgive me for not telling him what happened. He would kill him. He would, I just know that he would. But if it's true…if he somehow did a paternity test to see if Ted really was his, which why the hell would he in the first place…I would never forgive myself. If my son was his…

My mind flashes back to that terrifying memory, when Jack kidnapped me when I tried to save Mia…

Unexpectedly, Jack whips his hand out, smacking me across the face. The abrupt gesture causes a shock wave to run through my stiff frame and I crumble to the hard sidewalk in over reaction. Something clatters alongside me and I feel a drop in blood pressure as my heart sinks, realizing that it is Leila's gun from Christian's office, once concealed and now in full view of Jack and his malevolent partner in crime.

Laughing, Jack slowly bends down to retrieve my biggest advantage over him, scoffing in my face as he does so. I am full on panicking now. What the hell is going to happen to me? Is he going to kill me? I don't want to die…not yet, anyway.

I make a rash decision and kick him as hard as I can while he's bending back up, my foot lashing out in a ninja-like move. Pain radiates throughout my leg from the shock of the impact, but I don't care. Jack is obviously taken aback; he grunts out a lungful of air and stumbles backward, falling satisfactorily on his ass with an audible thump.

I'm no good at thinking about fighting moves of the top off my head, and it's for this reason that I stand stock still in utter paralysis as Jack has the time to leap to this feet and hit me so hard against my skull with the handle of the gun that I black out.

When I come to consciousness, the first thing I feel is the throbbing pain on the left side of my head. I feel extremely tired and worn down; I just want to sleep. I wonder where Christian is, where Mia is, where I am. I make to move my arms because my shoulders feel stiff for some reason, only to find out that I cannot. Because I'm handcuffed to a metal pole above my head, my body sagging as it hangs.

Abruptly I stand and the metal of the chains rattles against the iron pole I'm attached to. I look around at my surroundings and discover that I'm in some sort of dank empty basement. The walls are all concrete and damp at the corners. There's nothing of importance in the room, except for a small wooden stool five feet in front of me. I look to my left and see a pile of clothes and think nothing of it, until I notice the blazer on top. My blazer.

I look down at my body to see that I'm only dressed in my bra and panties.

Full on terror entwines my heart and anxiety causes my head to spin. What the actual fuck. Was I raped? I feel fine down there…where is Jack? Where is Mia? Where is Christian? Where am I?

I twist my head frantically back and forth, trying to find clues, trying to see…anything, really. The only light source is coming from a dying fluorescent bulb in the ceiling. Then a sound, the rattle of a door knob in the far right corner. It opens. He enters.

He looks at me hungrily and tears spill down my face. My breathing becomes fast, ragged, choppy, fearful. I feel like I'm having an anxiety attack. My chest is clenched and feels so tight my heart might just pop right out of my mouth.

Jack stalks forward towards me slowly, a gleam of malice in his narrowed, beady eyes. I didn't think it was possible but my heart beats even faster and all of my muscles clench in fear of what may happen to me.

He reaches me, his nose three inches from mine. His breath is a stinking concoction of coffee and some type of Asian food. I nearly wretch buy my stomach is completely empty, seemingly even of bile.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispers, smiling slightly and looking my face all over. He lightly touches my bare waist with the back of his calloused hand and my skin quivers and shies away all it can. I shut my eyes tight and wish it all away. I just want to be in Christian's arm again.

"Open your eyes," he commands, stopping his unnerving caresses down my side. I scrunch my face tighter. "I said open you damn eyes, bitch!" he yells. Suddenly a stinging pain explodes across the side of my face and I know he's slapped me.

I cry out, sobbing as I wrench open my terrified eyes. "Look at me," Jack spits out. I do as I'm told and look apprehensively into his disgusting pig eyes, trying to push as much hatred into my glare as I can.

"Oh, baby," he says huskily, you're so beautiful like this." He looks me up and down hungrily and movies to unzip his pants. He does so, and releases himself. "Look at me, all of me," he says. I refuse and he slaps me yet again. I squeal and glance down; he's pathetic and I gag. He hits me again.

"You know you want me. You've wanted me from the very first day we met. And today will be the big day, that I fuck Christian Grey's wife. You're going to love it."

I spit in his face. "Fuck you, you disgust me, you pig," I wheeze. My voice is incredibly dry and hoarse, like I've been screaming a thousand years. Again, I am struck by him. I don't cry out this time, instead, asking, "Where is Mia?"

He laughs. "Mia? There is no Mia. There never was. You're just incredibly stupid enough to believe that I would be able to kidnap her." He laughs some more.

My mind is blank. What? He can see the shock on my face. "Yes, baby, no Mia. Just you." He smiles and I cringe. He bends to slowly pull my panties down my legs. I push my knees together tightly. He hits me twice and wedges them apart. I cry and scream over and over again, no no no, but it's no use. He's much stronger that I will ever hope to be. My mind is reeling. No Mia. I'm a complete and utter fool.

I want Christian so badly. I hope he finds me soon…

"Bitch, you had better stop struggling or I will personally send my people to kill your rich idiot husband!" Jack growls. This stops me in my tracks. Christian…no. He takes full advantage of my temporary stillness and plunges deep inside of me, ripping at my skin and pulling at my arms with his hands.

He moves, the look on his face is pure pleasure. I feel totally helpless and scared, completely the opposite of how Christian would make me feel if he did something like this to me. Christian!

"Please! Stop, please stop!" I cry as he continues his relentless torturing of my body. It's extraordinarily unpleasant not just because of the person doing it to me, but because it brings me no passion, no joy, no love. I feel sick.

He is moving fast and quick and I feel so dry and horrid. It pulls and it hurts and I want simply to die right then and there. There is no Mia, I'm such a fool. But Christian is alright, yes. He is alright. If I let him do this to me, Christian will be alright.

He finds his release inside of my degraded body and I feel like complete and utter hell. "Ahh," he sighs, "that was fantastic, Ana. Now if you cooperate like this continually, I'll let Christian go on unharmed," he whispers against my ear, nibbling the bottom of the lobe. It takes everything in my power to not pull away and head-butt him.

"Now," he begins, "I'm going to let you down from here, and you're going to get dressed like a good girl. Alright?" He smiles at me and takes a small silver key from a necklace around his neck that I never noticed before.

Once I'm released, I press my body against the cold hard wall in fear. I stare at him, half naked with his pants at his ankles. I stare at the part of him that was inside of me, that tarnished me, dishonored what was only for Christian. I am so scared. I quiver everywhere and feel ugly and disgusting.

I decide then and there that if I ever escape this, I will never, ever tell Christian what he did to me, to his wife. He would kill Jack, for sure.

Jack pulls up his pants and fastens them. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek and I want so badly to punch him in the face. But I hold back, because I don't want Christian to get hurt. My entire face trembles at his touch.

He leans back and leaves. I quickly pull my panties up and put on the rest of my clothes. I refuse to think about anything. About me, about Jack, about Christian, about what just happened to me. Nothing. Instead, I curl up on the floor and cry, holding myself tight.

Then I feel in the inside pocket of my blazer, my last hope. The cell phone from the bank. Please, Christian, please find me.

I fall asleep on the hard cold ground

I wake suddenly, Jack in my face. "You whore bitch! What the fuck did you do, how the fuck did he find me?!" He's raging above me and I'm in a confused daze. I look around just in time to see the door burst up and…Christian!

But then a huge amount of pain explodes in my side and I look from my wonderful husband to Jack, who has Leila's gun, slightly smoking, in his hand. Christian charges forward screaming, and I feel the life drain out of me in the form of blood.

I black out.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital.