Disclaimer: Characters and main plot belongs to E.L James. I only own the story line and the additional characters.

Warning: This story contains sexual assault.

Chapter 1:The Girl

"It's been a long time, Christian," Elena purred over the phone. I sighed. Even though I knew that she was right, finding an appropriate submissive was hard these days, and I need to let it out. I even thought about calling Leila. She had been the most obedient submissive I'd ever had, but I knew that she'd probably misunderstand me and hope for more. That just wouldn't do. Shit.

Hearts and flowers, Grey.

"I guess you're right," she laughed softly. She was always right about me. Worse, she knew it and enjoyed that fact. "I'll go."

"I'll let Lena know that you're coming. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sure. See you soon, Elena." I hung up and stared at the calendar on my desk. Andrea had cleared my weekend as usual, just like I asked her. Without a submissive to fuck, though, weekends were boring and empty. Frustrating, even. I needed a submissive, just like Elena said, but I found myself troubled in finding one, probably for the first time in my life. The meetings with past two candidates were disasters. The potential submissives were both attractive brunettes, but I couldn't stand their ignorant minds. One of them talked like her lips were glued togetherand couldn't let her words out. Despite the fact I hated disobedient submissives, a little change could've been nice.

Paying for sex, Grey. Impressive.

I shook my head and opened my notebook to work.

"I'm sorry for the traffic, sir," Taylor said over the driver's seat. I knew that these hours were the worst in terms of traffic, so I just gave him a nod. Why make a big deal out of a simple fact? It looked like all of Seattle was pouring out for the weekend. I pulled my Blackberry out to answer some emails, but most of them required further paperwork and contracts, so I simply slipped my phone back into my pocket and gazed out the window.

In the car beside us, a little girl stared back at me. I knew that she couldn't actually see me, though, tinted windows and all, but she still smiled and waved from where she sat. Sardonically, I chuckled to myself. Children were so naive and, frankly, unintelligent that I couldn't understand how their parents could keep up with them. Pulling me out of my musings, Taylor slowed the car down as we pulled into the parking lot.

I looked over the building. One could've mistaken it for an expensive apartment or a hotel, but I knew the truth. Having the appearance of a luxury get-away location didn't change what happened inside. Still, an extravagant whorehouse was better than a cheap one. As Taylor came around to open my door, I could see one of the security guards drag a girl outside of the building, handing her off to the guard outside the building.

"Ms. Gambert wants her out." Their words were hushed, but I still managed to make their words out. I abruptly stopped in my tracks when I saw the girl's tacky and filthy dress and much-too-slim body. She looked so thin. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks, but she didn't make a sound while the guard grabbed her arm and started to drag her away.A veil of brown hair fell around her face kept me from turning my head and walking I saw a wide, round pair of blue eyes. Full of tears and fear. I needed to stop them. I needed to stop them now.

"Stop!" The guard stopped walking mid-step at my shout and turned to face me.

"Sir?"

"What did she do?"

"I don't know,sir. ordered us to remove her from the building."

"Don't." I tried to make eye contact with the girl, but her gaze was trained on her feet. If I were her dominant, I'd probably find this act to be desirable, but right now, it frustrated me.

"She doesn't even work here, sir." The guard had a surprised expression on his face, probably shocked at my display of authority, but he still didn't soften his grasp on the girl. I could see his fingers digging her bare, thin arms. Surely, it was painful for her, but she didn't make a sound. I could see her tears falling to the ground, and that brought a frown to my face. Lena Gambert always took care of her submissives, so it made sense that this girl didn't work here. However, there had to be a reason why she was there.

"I figured," I replied, my tone still full of authority. I wasn't going to discuss the girl with some security guard; I was going straight to Lena. "Wait here while I figure out what the hell is going on." He looked troubled, but I didn't give him a mere moment to object. I turned around and entered the building, and the receptionist greeted me cheerfully,

"Welcome, Mr. Grey. Mrs. Lincoln called to inform us that you'd be coming today."

"I'd like to talk with Lena." I saw the immediate panic that crossed over her face, thinking she'd done something wrong. I didn't have time to deal with her insecurity, so I simply watched her swallow hard and dial Lena. She talked quickly in a hushed tone, and she turned to me with a wary expression.

"She's waiting for you in upstairs, sir." I offered a curt nod and walked briskly to the elevator. I didn't know what I was going to do yet, but I knew this girl needed help. She looked absolutely starved, and I wasn't going to sit back and watch her get her ass kicked. A soothing piano ballad was playing in the background of the elevator. I didn't know its name, but it was remarkably beautiful. When I reached the correct floor, I strolled on down to Lena's office. I knocked once before her sharp voice invited me inside.

"Mr. Grey." We shook hands, and she pointed to the seat in front of her desk. "Is there a problem?"

"I just saw a woman who seemed to be in a quite horrid condition being thrown outside by your guard. I want to know who she is."

"Oh, she doesn't work here, Mr. Grey," she confirmed, relieved. I could see that she thought that I was going to give her a lecture about taking care of her submissives.

"I didn't ask that," I remarked in a calm, collected voice, but inside, I was fuming. I was in full-CEO mode, and I had already decided to take the girl home with me. I needed to know first, though if she had some beef with her or something. Lena raised her eyebrows before inhaling deeply.

"She's a submissive, apparently. Someone dropped her off here two days ago like she was a cat or something. She was seriously injured and beaten up. So, we took her in and tried to contact a relative or something, but she said that her master was going to take her back. Nobody ever came for her, though, and we couldn't keep her here forever, Mr. Grey. This is not a foster home."

"Did you check the security cameras? You could've found this person she refers to as her master."

"We did, Mr. Grey, but we couldn't identify him." I let out a sigh. Welch could probably find him. Maybe I could hand her back to him after feeding her.

"I'm going to take her with me." I could tell that Lena was confused, but I didn't give a damn.

"Mr. Grey, she is a complete stranger. No one knows who this woman is. You can take her if you want, I guess, but I'm not taking any responsibility for anything that may happen."

"I wasn't looking for someone to take responsibility, nor was I asking for your permission. I was simply letting you know what my plans were so that if someone comes looking for her, you can let me know."

She nodded at me, offering a polite grin. "Okay. Have a good day, Mr. Grey."

"Bye, Lena." Not bothering to talk to her any longer, I made my way as quickly as I could back down to the front door. That foolish guard was still clutching her like a rag doll. I was going to make sure he was fired as soon as I got home. I couldn't imagine how he was treating these people.

"You can let her go," I demanded. "Lena agreed." He hesitantly let go of her, and that's when I understood why he was holding her so tightly. She could barely stand on her own. She looked like she was about to faint, and her eyes were still trained on the concrete beneath her. I held out my hand to her, hoping she responded to it.

"My name is Christian Grey. I'm going to help you. What is your name?" She looked at me from the corner of her eye but instead of answering, she just shook her head. What the fuck does that mean?

"Come with me." Still, she didn't answer. "Please? You need to eat." Nothing. I had no other choice, so I put an arm around her waist, walking her to the car. Taylor was already waiting outside of the car, his stance professional, but he looked surprised by my company. Wisely, he offered no commentary as he opened the door. I helped her inside, buckling her seat belt for her before getting in beside her and doing the same for myself.

"Escala, sir?"

"Yes, Taylor."

I looked over at the small girl. She looked like a puppet more than a human. Her yellowish dress was barely covering her knees and shoulders. She was sitting there her hands folded in her lap. Clearly, she wasn't willing to engage in conversation, so I took my Blackberry out and texted Dr. Flynn, asking him to come over immediately, and I also sent a message to Welch, asking him to find a high quality private doctor that would come to Escala tonight. I could see the injuries Lena was talking about Now that I was closer to this girl, I could see there were bruises all over her neck and wrists, as well as fresh looking scrapes and a cut in her forehead. I was horrified to realize the marks on her neck resembles fingers. Connecting the dots, I realized they were hand prints. Someone had tried to choke her. A shiver ran through her small frame.

"Taylor, raise the temperature, please. By several degrees." He obeyed without question. The temperature inside started to warm, but her shivers didn't cease. It was probably fear, then, that was causing her to tremble. So why didn't she make a sound? Taylor pulled over once we reached Escala, and he opened the door. I held my hand out to her again to see if she'd take it, but her hands were still curled into her lap. I was starting to think that she liked being dragged everywhere like a doll. I sighed and picked her up, and before we could get inside, she fainted. I cradled her feather light body against my chest and walked to the apartment. With her hair away from her face and her head slightly lolled back, I could finally see her face fully. She looked so unhealthy, bruised, and extremely pale but beautiful. Taylor looked at me in question, and I decided to let him in on my musings.

"She needs care. I ordered Flynn and a doctor here to check up on her. They'll be arriving soon. I don't know who she is. It'd be great if we could find out."

"You don't even know her name, sir?" If only I did. This would be so much easier.

"I don't know. She doesn't talk."

"She might be deaf or mute." I nodded in agreement. I guess he's right. We would figure out eventually. I pointed Taylor toward the room where all of my submissives stayed, and he opened the door for me. I laid the girl down on the bed, covering her up with a throw blanket and staring at her face.

"She's not mute or deaf, that's for sure. However, her anal and vaginal trauma is quite serious, Mr. Grey. She needs rest from any intercourse. Two of her ribs are broken, so she should take it easy in order to heal. The cut in her head is deep but looks too old to stitch up. She needs to rest properly, and her bruises will probably heal completely in a month."

I stared at the doctor, clenching my teeth together in fury. I knew that she was hurt, but the damage was far beyond what I imagined it would be. What kind of a dominant would rape his submissive? The thought sickened me.

"Thank you, Doctor. Taylor will show you the way out." I stood there for a few minutes before getting myself a glass of whiskey. How could I take care of her like this? John said that her physical health was more important now than her mental health, but I still needed to convince her that I wasn't going to hurt her. He suggested that she start therapy after she began to talk, otherwise it wouldn't do much good. I breathed heavily.

What did you get yourself into, Grey? You should've let the guards take her away.

No. I refused to accept that. There was no way that she could survive in such a bad condition. She needed help, and it looked like it was my job now. I distracted myself from thinking by microwaving the lasagna Gail left in the fridge for me then went to wake her up. She needed to eat. She could sleep some other time. As soon as I got into the room, I noticed immediately that she was having a nightmare. She was curled up in a ball and whimpering slightly, and her face was damp with sweat, but she wasn't screaming. I turned the light on and sat beside her on the bed, gently shaking her shoulder.

"Hey there, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up." It didn't take her too long to wake. As soon as she became aware of her surroundings, she jumped in front me and kneeled, a familiar position for a submissive, but her head was on the floor, too. I stayed silent for a few moments, allowing her to get her bearings and calm down. Her breathing turned normal but she didn't change her position.

"Hey," I called down to her, as gently as I could. Fuck. It'd be a lot easier if I just knew her name. "I'm not your master. Stand up." She didn't stand up but raised her head and looked at me with the same tear stained blue eyes. She examined my face, as if trying to figure out who I was. I decided to help her.

"My name is Christian. I'm not your master, and I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help." One of her delicate hands went to her ribs, and she softly touched it and winced. I held out my hand for the third time, and she still didn't go for it.

"Come with me. I need to feed you." Her eyes widened, and surprise filled her expression. Confusion filled mine. Was she surprised that I was going to give her food? My stomach flipped. "Come on," I ordered again, hoping she listened, even though I had no authority over her. She hesitantly stood up and followed me, with small steps, to the kitchen. The table was ready, so I set her plate down and sat down with mine. She just stood beside the table. I motioned the empty chair in front of mine.

"Sit." Her eyebrows knit together, and a little "v" forming between them. I wanted to smooth it out with my fingers. "You can't eat standing. Come on, sit." She was still hesitant, but she sat down, finally. Everything about her movements was filled with fear and uncertainty. It took me nearly five minutes to convince her to pick up the fork and eat, but eventually, she did. I asked her if she wanted more, but unsurprisingly, I didn't get a single word out of her. After putting the dishes into the washing machine, I gently touched her shoulder. She didn't shy away, as I expected.

"You should rest. Do you remember the room you woke up in? It's your room for a while. Do you understand?" She say anything, but she stood up and just walked to the bedroom with the same small steps as before. She still looked like she was about to faint while walking, but thankfully, she didn't. I watched her go into the room before I headed to mine, not wanting to make her more nervous by hovering. For the first time in a long time, I fell asleep thinking about a woman.

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