7.

~ Arthur startled, but didn't release Christian from his hold. Ariadne had been largely forgotten as they fought. The Point Man was breathing hard as he realized it was his own gun she had fired. A large bullet hole breaking open one of the boxes close Christian's bleeding face.

Arthur slowly turned to Ariadne. She stood a few feet away, holding his gun on them.

"Ariadne." the Point Man said in a steady voice. Her beautiful face was contorted in fear and desperation.
She was pointing Arthur's gun right at them.

"Ariadne, I need you to aim the gun downward. Do it right now, please?" He asked as his long legs and arms kept Christian securely down. Ariadne's ex still chocking on his own blood.

"Stop telling me what to do!" Ariadne cried and fired the gun again.

Arthur jumped back. That bullet was so close, it almost hit Christian. He released her ex lover, amazed the bullet didn't hit him, and maneuvered away from the line of fire.

Arthur quickly took his gun back. Ariadne not even having time to aim it at Christian again.

"It's okay. It's alright now. He can't hurt you." Arthur whispered as he secured his weapon and pointed it at the bleeding and groaning Christian Tate.

"He did hurt me." Ariadne whimpered.

Arthur nodded.

The two gun shots were already heard from the people outside. They would have company soon.

"Listen to me." Arthur said. "Police will be here any second. This guy was stalking you. You don't know who he is. We show them your ID and you deny you were ever Anna. Understand?"

"What if they finger print me?" She whispered.

"They won't; I fired this gun." Arthur said. He looked over her frightened face. His free hand going to her hair. "It's going to be alright. I promise."

He looked back at Christian a moment too late. In that time, the young, controlling CEO had gotten to his feet and grabbed Ariadne before Arthur could stop him.

"Go ahead! Shoot her!" Christian growled as he held Ariadne in a vise like grip. The Architect whimpering as Christian hid behind her like a human shield.
"Let her go!" Arthur demanded as he trained his weapon on him. The Point Man's face forming a cold mask of hatred. His handsome brown furrowing into deep lines as he eyed Christian Tate.

"You really think, Anna, that he could make you happy?" Christian asked Ariadne as he pulled her out of the warehouse. "He could never satisfy you. He could never understand our world. He could never give you what you need. He can't take care of you like I can."

Ariadne was whimpering as Christian was pulling her along. Her feet barely touching the ground.

"Ariadne." Arthur said steadily. The Architect looked at the Point Man. Met his eyes as he kept his glock trained on Christian's face.

"I need you to trust me." Arthur said as Christian was almost to the door.

"I trust you." Ariadne whispered.

Arthur nodded.

"Go limp." the Point Man ordered.

Ariadne nodded and made her body relax totally. Christian's balance was thrown off by the sudden change of her body becoming dead weight. He tried to hold her up but she slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. Her ears rung with the sound of the gun shot.

~ "Madam, I need you to tell me everything. Every detail, and I need to to be true. We have the dead body of Christian Tate here." A female detective said.

With Arthur killing Christian in that warehouse, it was remarkable how things changed.

"My real name is Anna Lewis. I'm an American. I faked my death three years ago to get away from my boyfriend, Christian Tate. He would beat me, rape me. He made me do things to him." She explained as the detective listened sympathetically.

"When I became pregnant, he was furious. He had a doctor come in one day. They drugged me and the doctor performed an abortion on me. He did it without my consent. So, Christian's body guard, Mac, he helped me fake my suicide. It was in the papers, my death. I was living in Paris till he found me again. He tried to get me to leave with him. I was afraid for my life." Ariadne explained. The truth spilling out of her easily.

"Yes, that is Mr. Mac's story as well." The female detective said.

"Is he alright?" Ariadne asked. "Mac. Is he going to be okay?"

"He's going to be just fine. It was a good thing your friends Cobb and Yuseff got him to the hospital in time after Mr. Tate shot him. He was lucky it was all captured on street cameras." The detective explained. "We think Mr. Mac tried to prevent Christian Tate from killing Mr. Cobb and his friend. That he took the bullet meant for your friends."

Ariadne was nodding. That sounded like Mac. There was no way Christian would have been able to get away after shooting Mac.

"I'll need you and your boyfriend, Arthur, to sign a statement saying you feared for your lives. We're going to photograph the bruises on your body. Our agent's in America are going to search his home for evidence of any other victims."

"You'll find everything you need on Christian Tate in a secret room across his bedroom. It's behind an original Kendrick painting. There's photographs, and other things." She whispered. The Architect cringing at the memory of Christian taking pictures of her tied up, bleeding and naked because he said she looked so beautiful.

"Were the other women brought there willing?" The detective asked.

"We were all willing at first." Ariadne whispered.

The female detective nodded.

"I know this must be difficult for you. We also need the name of the doctor who performed the abortion on you. If he did it against your will, he needs to be brought to justice." The detective said.

Ariadne nodded.

~ Mac was a 300lb man who took up all of the hospital bed. He was sleeping soundly when Ariadne knocked on his door.

The big man stirred awake.

"Hi, Anna! Hi." he said brightly.

"I came to see you." Ariadne said. She was happy to see Mac again. "How are you?"
"Feeling good. The French are not stingy with the pain meds. Also this cute nurse keeps checking on me. I don't know what she's saying but I don't think I need to." Mac laughed and wagged his eyebrows.

Ariadne laughed and came to stand by Mac's bed.

"They told me what you did." Ariadne whispered taking his large, ape like hands.

"Well." Mac said and looked bored.

"Thank you, Mac. For everything." She whispered.

"Are your friends alright?" He asked.

"Cobb and Yuseff are fine. Cobb is mad he lost his phone, but that's okay." She laughed.

"Good. Are you okay, Anna?" Mac asked. "Or would you like me to call you Ariadne?"

"You can call me anything you want." Ariadne smiled and kissed his forehead.

"You look really good. You look like you've been hanging around good people." Mac said kindly. "I liked your face before, but the plastic surgery looks good. It looks natural."

"Thanks." Ariadne nodded.

"This Arthur person, is he nice?" Mac asked.

"He's very nice. He's never jealous, and he almost never tells me what to do." Ariadne smiled.

"That's good. If he starts, you don't put up with it for a second." Mac teased.

"I won't." Ariadne promised.

"Anna, I should have done a better job of keeping you safe. Mr. Tate, it was like he wouldn't give up on you. He never believed you were dead." Mac explained. "He was possessed."

"You protected me." Ariadne cried softly.

"The first time I found you bleeding in his playroom. The first time I had to cover up for him, I should have stopped it. I have a daughter. If anyone hurt her the way he hurt you... I would kill him. Then, when he brought that doctor in and performed the abortion. I had enough. I should never have stood by and let them do that to you." Mac whispered sadly.

"It's in the past, Mac." Ariadne whispered. "It's over now."

"I'm going to testify. Even if it means I'll be held accountable to." Mac said. "The other women, Mr. Tate left them broken. Even more then you were. You at least escaped."

"I don't think anyone escapes Christian Tate." Ariadne said softly.

~ Arthur had been interrogated for hours and then released. He had no choice but to tell the police everything. That Christian Tate had tried to kill Ariadne, that Ariadne was not even her real name.

In a way it was lucky that Christian had shot Mac. The man's money and reputation not hiding him from that crime.

~ The Architect, Extractor and Chemist were waiting for their Point Man as soon as the detectives let him go.

"I told them." Ariadne whispered as he embraced her. "I told them everything."

Arthur was holding her tightly as Cobb and Yuseff stood aside and said nothing.

~ Ariadne was leaning against Arthur. The two of them in her tiny apartment and in the nest of her bed. The TV on and showing international news of Christian Tate.

"Yet more on the shocking story of Christian Tate. The billionaire who was shot and killed in Paris two weeks ago. With his sudden, and violent death, came allegations of sexual abuse. Testimony from one of his victims as well has his body guard lead to a search of Mr. Tate's home. There, evidence was discovered of violent, sexual abuse of at least 15 other women. Many of them not yet identified. At this time, five more victims have come forward in a large class action lawsuit against the estate of the late billionaire. These latest victims allege everything from rape, to forced imprisonment and even three cases of at home abortions against their will. A Doctor Wilfred Moe has been brought into questioning for allegedly performing these procedures at Mr. Tate's home. All while the victims were drugged and unable to give consent or be informed of their rights. The FBI has become involved as many of these crimes crossed state and international borders. This strange and shocking story doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon as the alleged victims are demanding restitution in the form of millions."

Arthur snapped off the TV.

"Your lawyers seem to think I'll receive a generous settlement." Ariadne said. It made her happy that so many other of Christian's submissives were coming out of the woodwork. That she wasn't the only one he had hurt over the years.

"What are you going to do with all that money?" Arthur asked as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and liked the feel of the Point Man's body on hers. Arthur taking the time to teach her what real love making was.

"I was thinking of giving all of it to a woman's shelter. Maybe scholarships for women who have survived abuse." She said.

"I think that's wonderful." Arthur said as he kissed her temple.

His fingers traced over the locket she always wore around her neck.

"You don't have to wear this anymore." He told her kissing her neck.

"I like to wear it. It makes me feel safer." She whispered.

He smiled and nuzzled her hair.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Arthur asked.

She giggled.

"We could play your little James Bond game again." She offered playfully rolling over on him. Her slight body pinning him down.

The Point Man relaxed under her body weight as she brazenly kissed him

"Dr. Vixen." Arthur said in his best English accent. "You'll never get me to talk."

"Well, Mr. Bond, then lets not talk." Ariadne purred as she made her lover's breath catch with her kiss.

~ END ~

I'm in no way against BDSM at all. I've written several stories about the subject including "Peaches & Roses, Good Cop and Always Kiss me Good Night." I just don't feel like "Fifty Shades" is accurate to the culture. I've always been made to understand it's a mutual thing.

If your looking for an excellent read on the subject, I can not say enough good things about "Accidental Slave". It was done right. It's better writing then "Fifty Shades" and it's more erotica.

I think it was so easy for Anna (in Fifty Shades) to become trapped in that relationship. It's scary to me to think that young women read this and think that love is someone who controls you. Who refuses to allow you to be who you are and do what you want.

That's not love. Love is the guy who loves you so much he will let you go. He will let you be your own person and have your own life. Even if that life doesn't include him.