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A Shift in Power (AndNich123 and Ladydark)

“I was….I was….” She scans the room quickly, her mind still in a haze. “I was dreaming about you. Yeah. I was dreaming about you, you monster. I have to get to work. My job doesn’t do itself you know.” She rubbed her head. ‘He looks angry still, but I didn’t completely lie to him. I was dreaming about him. At first. Then….’ She shakes her head. “I have to go home and get some clothes. I can’t work like this. Unless you want me to start working in here too. Next thing you know, you’ll be wanting to follow me into the bathroom too. You already sit by me when I’m taking a bath. Tell me please. Will I ever have a moments peace away from you? Sir?” There was an annoyed tone, an angry one, and it was all due to the terrible memories that had come back to haunt her. A woman scorn, hurt, takes time to heal and some never do.”No disrespect intended. I just really, really would like to get back to work.” Again there was truth in her words. It would be something that could help take her mind off of everything that had happened. She knew her mind was slowly giving in to him, but he had reminded her exactly why she didn’t want that to happen.
 
He looks at her hard "Still lying to me... I'll let it slide for now because you do have to get back to work..." He sits up and stretches "It was good to have a little breather... And you don't have to go anywhere... There are clothes in the bathroom for you, in the duffel bag..." He turns to her and smirks "You're rather cute when you're angry..." He tips her chin up and kisses her, really kisses her, then pulls away and lays back "Hurry up... I need to dress too... And empty the tub, I couldn't do it carrying you..." He watches her.
 
She was flustered. ‘Cute when I’m angry? Fuck you monster.’ Still he was letting her go. She jumped up heading for the bathroom. Her hair hanging down her back, but it wasn’t enough to cover her ass. He got a good view as she made her way into the bathroom. She closed the door behind, thinking about simply slamming it. Deciding she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry, she just let it close softly. When she opened the bag and pulled the clothes out though, her angry amped up. Throwing the door open she marched out to him holding the clothing out for him. “Do you really think I’m wearing this? It’s way too short and too small. I’ll look like a slut in this. I have a reputation to uphold in that office out there, and I will not be the laughing stock of this entire office. Tell me how your brought me up here so that no one noticed, and I’ll take that same route. I’ll go home, get changed, and come back. I won’t wear this. I can’t.” She threw the clothes down on the floor between them, glaring at him. “Still think I’m cute because I sure as hell am angry.”
 
He watches her go, soon catching sight of a black mark on her ass cheek, it sits up to get a better look but she was in the bathroom. He was in the process of getting up when she came flying back out, tossing the clothes at his feet, he listens to her and waits for her to be finished. "They aren't that tight... And you will be wearing them... Just tell them you lost a bet..." He chuckles, then remembers the mark and quickly walks over to her and turns her around. "What's this..." He holds her wrist crouches behind her, rubbing his fingers over it. "I don't rememer this..." He looks at her again "What does Q mean..." He holds her wrist tighth so she can't flee again, stares at her.
 
“I will not say I lost a bet. I’ve suffered enough indignities at your hands. You will give me this.” He moves so fast she’s sure he’s going to punish her for her outburst. Instead he spins around. His fingers tough her tattoo, and she cringes. ‘Q’. It doesn’t sound right coming from his lips. Even with his voice, the letter still cuts through her like a knife. “It’s the name of my dead cat or my former lover. Take your pick. I really don’t care, but could you let me go.” There was no anger in her voice. “You’ve got a meeting today, and I need to get dressed to ensure that everything is schedule. I’ll wear the clothes. Just please let me get dressed. You said it yourself you have to get dressed as well.” Of course she was only trying to get away from him. The horrible clothes he had picked out for her were soon forgotten the second he spoke that one letter. He had now seen her tattoo, and she knew she would not longer have to hide it from him. Good. At least that part was over. ‘I can’t keep doing this. Maybe I should just look for another job. NO! I’ve already lost too much already, and I’ve worked hard to get where I am.’ Her body was relaxed as he held her wrists. There was no fighting him, no yelling, not even a trace of attitude. Instead there was something else on the horizon with her. She was hurt thinking about Q, and the face that he was talking about Q, wanting to know more, only made it worse. “Please Sir. May I get dressed now,” she asked in a monotone.
 
He slowly stands and turns her to face him "You're still not telling me something... And I will find out what..." He lets her go and steps to the side "Go get dressed... And snap out of it... You sound like a blood priest..." He picks up her clothes and hands them to her before smacking her ass towards the bathroom. He changes the sofa back and moves to his desk, turning his computer on "Hmm... So I do have a meeting today... Even after all that, she still remembers my schedule, good girl..." He closes the file as he hears the bathroom door open slowly, he looks over and smirks, the clothes fit her just right, showing off everything he wanted them to, he moves over to her, "Perfect... I told you it wasn't too tight..." He makes her look at him, her fight was still subdued and he didn't like it, she was acting more like a whipped dog then his strong doll, he glares. "Snap out of it!" He slaps her cheek, hard enough to redden her cheek but not bruise, "I don't know what is going on with you today, but you had better drop it fast..." He holds her chin up "And you better believe we will talking about this later... Now get to work..." He lets her go and moves into the bathroom to get dressed for the day.
 
She doesn’t respond to his words or the slap on the ass as she heads into the bathroom. As she dresses her mood only sinks further. ‘He was making me feel so good, and I wanted it. I really wanted it. I still want it. I want him. I want to be his good little doll.’ She paused as she sat on the side of the tub dressed now eyeing the door. ‘I know what I have to do.’ She slowly opened the door emerging wearing the horrible clothes he picked out for her. Every curved hugged, her cleavage exposed, and the skirt was far too short. His smirk was visable as her eyes lifted just a bit before falling back to the floor. There was no smile. With his prompting, she raises her eyes to meet his. Her hands were by her side as he spoke. Even as he slaps her, she makes no attempt to stop him or retaliate. Anastasia’s face just slowly turns to face him once more. She waits until he’s in the bathroom before she replies. “Yes Sir.”

Her steps are quick but soft as she strides to her desk. She hears the giggles, the snickers as she does. Sitting down, she runs her fingers through her hair. ‘I look horrible.’ Taking her seat, she pulls up all the files she has saved in preparation for this meeting. Another company was going to be the supplier of several parts needed for the patented projects. This meeting was to ensure the company was able to purchase them at the lowest possible price. Anastasia’s job was to make sure her boss had everything he needed to do that. Her supervisor approached her with a smile on his face leaning down to her desk. “What the hell is this?” She swallows hard. “I lost a bet.” Shaking his head he tells her, “Don’t let this happen again. You look like a slut. This office has an image to uphold, and you’re making this company look like trash coming in here looking like you do. If I ever catch you dressed like this again, you’re fired.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. If you’re trying to impress the boss, it won’t work. He has sophistication and taste. You look like a common whore, gutter trash. It’s disgusting. What? Do you want him to lose this deal today? Do you want the company to go under? He doesn’t get the parts for the price we need, the projects are dead in the water, and if that happens we could lose enough money to have to close the doors. Think Ms. Dewitt. Now you may be able to get a job anywhere by showing off your body, but the rest of us have respect. We would have to get new jobs purely on our skill sets. I’m starting to question your skill sets. Now get back to work,” he says walking by her. She looks up at her computer screen and goes into her email sending one to him.

Today is my last day. I don’t care if you have footage of me. Show it to whomever you want to. I can’t do this. I won’t do this. Now I have a lot of work to do before the meeting, and I suggest you leave me alone so that I can get it accomplished. I will bring in the files when you ask me to during your meeting when you ask. We will not be talking about this or anything else for that matter. Good day Sir.
 
Atoshi finishes dressing and making himself presentable before leaving the bathroom and stopping at his desk, he takes a seat and signs into his computer, pulling up his personal files on this potential client, ones even Anastasia didn't have access too. "Alright... Let's see... Abigail Quin... Father, business man and owner of the company until taken over by his.. Youngest daughter... Hmm... She has two older brothers that desided to opt out of the family trade... She went to the best schools... Top of her classes... She seems very head strong..." He scrolls through the rest of the files when he gets an email from Anastasia, after opening it he sighs "This again... What has gotten into her today... If she thinks she's leaving..." He shakes his head and closes the email, that was for another time, he would leave her alone but not because she asked, but because this deal was important. "Hmm... Seems we've tried to deal with her company before... But always gotten the cold shoulder... I wonder what changed..." He thought this out but couldn't come up with anything, but he made a mental note to be on his guard today, on that note, he picks up his phone. "Head of security... Yes... Yes, hello... Please make sure Anastasia Dewitt doesn't leave the building today until she see me... No, no need to cause a scene, just lead her to my office if she tries to leave... Yes... Thank you..." He hangs up and gets ready, he had about an hour to go over the contract again.
 
“Ms. Quin. We’re here.”
“Perfect.” The driver parked the car quickly coming around to her door opening it. She stepped from the car needing no assistance from the man who stood rigid and at attention. Her eyes inspecting him carefully. “Your shoes are not shiny enough, your slacks are wrinkled, and your shirt sleeves are not crisp enough. Take measures to ensure this does not happen again, or you won’t be able to get a job driving a taxi in this city. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered his face showing his concern.
“Good.” She turned towards the building smiling with confidence. “Well now, Atoshi. This should be fun. Shall we?” Abby moves towards the building as the door is pulled open for her. “Impressive. Let’s hope you’re not trying to overcompensate with a nice, big building here.” The lady behind the front desk was more than helpful in telling her where she needed to go to find his office. As the elevator doors opened, she stepped into the hub of his company. People busy working away, typing, making phone calls, keeping this company running smoothly. “Impressive once more. A dedicated work force clearly.” She made her way through the desks passing by one that was empty. One that should have been occupied by one, Anastasia Dewitt. As luck would have it, she had stepped away to restroom missing her chance to see this potential new client. The words of her supervisor had stung her deeply, and she was splashing water on her face. 'I have to make it through today. Then this is all over.' Abby knocks on his door, strongly, firmly, still exuding her confidence. “Abigail Quin,” she calls to him tossing a lock of her brown hair over her shoulder. “We have a meeting. May I come in? Are you ready for me?”
 
Atoshi glances up at te firm knock on the door, it wasn't Anastasia's soft knock before entering, then he heard another woman's voice. 'Where is Anastasia...' He sets his files right and calls out "Enter... I've been expecting you Ms. Quin..." He stands and moves to the side bar as she enters and closes the door "I'm sorry my assistant didn't meet you and walk you in, she's over seeing the contract's printing... Would you like a drink?" He makes one for himself and hers if she asked before returns to his desk and settin them down. "Alright... Let's get to business shall we..." He takes out several forms and reads details from them before passing the to her. "I was a little surprised when you agreed to meet... Your company has always been against working with mine... I assume that was your father's doing before he retired?" He commented off handedly, not knowing how long she'd been in control of the company. He takes a sip from his drink and watches her closely "Is everything in order then?"
 
"No," she tells him before looking up at him. "It wasn't my father's doing. It was mine. I have my reasons. Your assistant should be fired," she continues looking over the contracts. "Such a lack of attention to something as simple as a client showing up and being escorted in should not go unpunished. Your assistant knew what time I would be arriving no doubt, and then failed to be in one spot at one specific time. A simple task really. If your employees can't do a simple job, why are you wasting your time employing them? Tell me. Do you like to fail? Help such as that will only lead to that path in the end. A man of your power, your position should surround himself with like minded people. That is truly the only way to rise to the top. People such as your assistant, weak, incapable of following simple orders to perform basic tasks, should be stepped on like the underlings they are. Tell me. Is your assistant ill today or just naturally a fuck up?" Her eyes never left the pages as she scanned them. Her fingertips lightly flicking the corners before she put them down on the desk. "I would fancy some water. Do you think your assistant can at least manage that?"
 
Atoshi bit his tongue and glares at this bitch 'Who does she think she is... Her pitiful little company isn't even half of what mine is...' He thought angerly, "I'm sure the printers were just slow, but I'll have a talk with her, she's not normally late for anything..." He almost bit out, he picks up his phone and calls Anastasia "Yes, please bring some ice water in with you, and the contracts... Thank you..." He hangs up before she can get a word out and looks back to Abby, "If you've finished berating my employees... If like to get to business... Is everything in order... The agreed prices are all listed there and the dates we need the items by... Will there be any trouble meeting them..." He sits back and steeples his hands, tapping his figers together as he waits for her.
 
She smiles at him, her eyes going back and forth from his desk to him. “Yes. Everything did seem as per our agreement for the prices and dates. My company will have no problem meeting these demands. We never do. Percision and dedication are what makes us who we are, and let’s face it. We all know my company is the best at what we do. I wouldn’t settle for anything less. Why should I?” She left the topic of his employees alone. She had said her peace.

Anastasia jumps as her phone rings quickly answering. He gave out his order, and his voice was gone. “Yes Sir,” she replied as she was hanging up the phone. The contracts had printed and were on her desk. Gathering them up, she stops by the company’s kitchen. A full kitchen, something he did for his employees as he knew they would all be working long hours at times, she prepared a glass of ice water on a tray placing the contracts there as well. Her walk to his office was a short one, and she didn’t fear him wanting anything more from her than the contracts and the water. He had a client in his office, and Atoshi wouldn’t try anything with someone else in there. She knocked softly before opening the door and walking in. Closing it, she almost locked it before she remembered his client. Her hands placed the tray on his desk, and she picked up the water, not looking at him, but rather she turned to his client. Her face drained as their eyes locked. There was an undeniable tension in the room, between them. Abby reached for the glass slowly, never taking her eyes from Anastasias’. The cold glass slipped from her fingers crashing to the floor. “I….I’m sorry,” she said rushing out the door leaving it open. “Well. My my. How long has she been serving here? If that’s your assistant, I’d fire her for sure. She can’t even serve properly,” she smirks.

Anastasia stops by her desk grabbing her bag containing her car keys barely slowing down as she ran for the elevator. Pressing the buttons, her hands were shaky as she was on the verge of tears. When the doors closed she took several deep breaths, trying to steady herself. When the doors opened again, she walked quickly towards the front door. A security guard stepped out stopping her telling her she couldn't leave. "The hell I can't leave. You let me leave now, or I'll scream. I promise you. You fucking let me go right now. I quit this job. I don't work here. You can't stop me from leaving."
 
Atoshi was looking over the papers again when he head her knock and glanced up, she did look rather good in that outfit but he hid his smirk. He picks up the contract and was about to ask her to witness it for them when he saw her freeze as she stared at Abby, she looked like she had seen a ghost... "Miss De..." He stares almost slack jawed, which was something for him, as she not only dropped the glass of water but bolted from his office like she'd been shot. "What.. I'm so sorry Ms. Quin... I have no idea what has gotten into her today... Let us finish this then you can be on your way... You can send your cleaning bill to me..." He quickly calls in another assistant to witness and gets everything signed. "Again I'm terribly sorry... She will be reprimanded for this... Amy, please see Ms. Quin out..." His phone stated to ring as the door closed "What!..." He was beyond pissed, he was made a fool of in front of that client, it was the head of security "Escort Miss Dewitt to my office... Take the back way, I don't want her seen... Yes, through the conference room... Yes... I'll be waiting..." He quickly called Amy's desk and left her a message to hold all his calls and meetings for the day, then set the contracts into his drawer. "GOD DAMMIT!" He threw everything off his desk safe for his computer and only because it was bolted down, he sat fuming in his chair as papera fluttered to the ground slowly, Anastasia was going to pay.
 
“No need to apologize. Some people just belong more in a cage than in an office.” She waited for the other assistant to enter before signing her name. “I look forward to doing business with you. I hope both our companies can prosper and go much further.” She rose, cool, calm, and collected before leaving his office.

“No! I’m not going upstairs! You let me go right now, or I’ll scream!” The guard didn’t seemed to be phased by her threats. “Fine! Have it your way! RAPE! HELP ME! PLEASE! SOMBEBODY!” Stunned and remembering Atoshi’s words, he released her. ‘No. No need to cause a scene. Just lead her to my office if she tries to leave.’ He nodded. “Alright Ms. Dewitt. Relax.” He held up his hands to show he had no grip on her. She didn’t speak a word as she rushed out of the doors towards her car. Her hands were shaking as she put the key in, started the car up, and floored it. ‘I can’t go home. He’ll look there. A hotel. I have to find a place. Yeah. I can crash at one of those. There’s tons here. I’ll pay cash. No paper trail. Yeah.’ She brushed her hair away from her face as she looked in the mirror. “Damn! I look like shit.”

The security guard calls upstairs to inform Atoshi of what happened just as Abby walks by him. Shaking her head she smirks. ‘Idiots. He’s surrounded himself with idiots. Good luck to him. He’s going to need it.’
 
Atoshi sat for several minutes before his phone rang again, and he was anything but pleased "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LET HER GO... Save it... You're on suspension until further notice!" He slams the phone down and stands, grabs his coat and heads for the door, almost breaking it off. "Someone have my office cleaned up..." He storms to the elevator and punches the button, when it comes up crowded, everyone rushes out, seeing how mad he is, he gets on and leaves. He pulls his cell out and call a cop friend of his "Yeah... I have a problem... I have a runaway, think you can help me find her.. Good, I'll send you her info..." He hangs up and continues to his car, stopping the guard as he tried plead for his job "Another word and I will fire you... Go home..." He walks away and gets in his car before peeling out of the garage, waiting for his call, he texts her plate numbers to the cop.

Atoshi had driven around for a few hours, then stopped at a bar and had a few drinks, not enough to get drunk but enough to relax him, some. "Little bitch... Thinks she can just run like that..." His hand rests in his pocket, almost clutching the needle in there, she'd slill everything to him, willing or not. "Then she'll pay... She won't be able to move for a week..." He grips the glass he is holding and it shatters "Shit!" He opens his hand and curses again, he'd cut it, "Just wonderful..." He tossed an extra fifty on the counter and left, enough drinking, he was about to text his friend again when he called "Yeah... She checked into a hotel about and hour ago..." "Finally... Some good news.. Where.. Right, thanks again man... Bye" he head to his car and then to the hotel, hopefully she'd be asleep.
 
Anastasia had checked into a nameless hotel. It wasn’t over the top fancy, but it wasn’t a run down establishment either. Paying cash, she got her key and went to her room. Locking the door behind herself, she thought for a moment about his office. “No,” she screamed slamming her flat hand against the door before sobbing. ‘Stop thinking about him!’ She moves to the bathroom where she peels off the clothes had picked out for her. Stomping on them, spitting on them, she then turns on the shower. Of course she didn’t have a bag. So she used the provided soap and shampoo from the hotel. The water was warm rushing down her face. She stood there, eyes closed drinking in the peacefulness. Bathing, she washed any remains of the bath oils from her skin. Her hair was washed and conditioned before she left the shower. Wrapping one of the hotels white, fluffy towels around her hair and one around her body she stepped in front of the mirror. For the first time since all of this began she felt like herself again. All that puzzled her was why she wanted to cry. ‘It’s not because of him. Is it?’ She took the towel from her hair and began to towel dry it. Her locks, still slightly wet, hung down by her face. She noticed the redness in her eyes. A sure sign she was about to cry. “I did want him. I wanted to be his doll. I wanted all of it. Everything, but I can’t. I can’t do it again. I can’t get hurt like that. He’ll get tired of me, and he’ll throw me away when I do something he doesn’t like. No.” Her face in her hands, she began to cry softly. “I don’t want to feel this pain again. Not now. Not ever.” Frantically she rushed over to the mini bar and began to drink bottle after bottle. “I won’t feel this pain.” After she had managed to dull the pain, she made her way over to the bed where she collapsed leaving empty bottles on the counter and in the floor. Her breathing calm, Anastasia slipped into sleep.
 
It took Atoshi another hour to reach her hotel, he couldn't believe she'd lower herself to stay here, even for a night. He parks and goes to the office, slipping the clerk two grand he smiles "I'm looking for my wife... A Miss Dewitt... We had a little fight... And I want to make it up to her..." He smiles and stays calm "There's another 2k if there's no questions asked..." Good thing about places like this, they took bribes, after a few moments a key card was slipped under the window and he gave the man the promised amount. "Thank you..." He takes the key card and heads to her room on the second floor, "No running this time..." He stands outside her door and listens for about 10 minutes before silently letting himself in, locking the door behind him, not that she'd get that far. He makes his way into the room and sees her passed out on the bed and the nearly empty mini bar, "Pathetic..." He mumbles, then moves to the bed, he watches her a moment before removing his clothes, he rolls her onto her back and spreads her legs wide, she barely made a sound, she was beyond drunk. "Wake up!" He had her pinned down with his body and her arms tied above her head to the bed with his belt. "I said wake up!" He slaps her hard across the face.
 
She so trashed his slap barely effects her. Her eyes do open slowly as she looks up at him. "The desk will be on your files in a Sir minute." She tries to move around underneath him and begins to laugh. "Oh he's here to fuck me. Yay! This is good dream fucking....fucking dream....no....dream fuck? Who cares," she yells before laughing again. "You smell so good. Don't move. Yeah. That's right. In my dream, you're my bitch. You fucking do as I say." She couldn't keep a straight face, erupting into more laughter. "I want to be yours," she tells him her face serious. "I want to belong to you, to be your doll, but I can't. I just can't. Not again. I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." She shakes her head as she begins to cry. "Please. Just fuck me once more time."
 
He glares at her as she laughs and mutters nonsense, he slaps her again "You ARE mine! You stupid bitch... You belong to me..." He leans down and grips her throat, squeezing enough to make her gasp. "Do you have any idea what you did to me today... How embarrassing you made me look! All this because I called you my fucking PET!" He lets her go and slaps her again "YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL... Like I couldn't control my own employees..." He holds her hips "But I'll show you who's in control!" He thrusts into her hard, and keeps it up, he was beyond angry and planned on taking it out on her "I own you God dammit! You listen to me!" He slaps at her breasts, then pulls on her nipples, continuing to fuck her hard and deep.
 
The second slap was shaper, but it was him grabbing her throat that got her attention. The haze was lifting now, and she could see that this wasn’t a dream. Then she heard it. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked out. “I’m sorry. I won’t be a bad girl anymore.” Her pleas turned into cries of pain laced with pleasure as he filled her. His mood was showing. He was angry, and she knew not only was she the cause of it, but she was also his target. He sliced into her body with no mercy, no signs of slowing down. “Yes! You own me! I’m your pet. I’m yours. I’m sorry I was a bad girl. I’ll be a good pet. I promise.” Tears streamed down her face as she groaned and sobbed out. Her clit shooting the most delicious feelings throughout her hips as his brutal assault on her body felt as if he would fuck her in half.
 
"I should beat you for what you did today... But this will do for now..." He growls at her and thrusts deeper, he leans over her and grips her throat again "Tell me... Tell me who you belong to..." He lets go and holds her shoulders as he thrusts harder, grunting as he stares down at her, he was getting close but he wasn't finished yet. "Say it... Speak your Master's name..." He glares at her again, holding her shoulders tighter as he tries to hold back.
 
Her eyes gloss over as she looks up at him, but it's not him she sees. The alcohol still in her system, the rough fucking, all her emotions running wild was too much for her. She cries out as he continues to pound her. “QUIN! I belong to Quin! Always. Forever. A pet.” She groaned writhing beneath him. “You feel so fucking good. Keep fucking me. I wanna cum for you. Make me cum. Oh please let me cum for you.” Her words seemed more vulgar than how she would speak to him. “I wanna be your dirty pet. A good little girl. A fucking good little pet for you. Yes! I’ll be a good pet for you! Spank me for being bad!” She lifted her hips up hard against him, with such force she nudges his body. "Yes. Break me in half. Give it to me. I'm such a bad little pet. Punish me!"
 
He just stares at her as he continues to fuck her, too close to stop now, he smacks her thigh as she lifts her ass and thrusts deep, filling her. "Nnn... Fuck..." He lays over her panting for a few moments before pulling back and making her look at him, "Who am I... Who am I..." He shook her slightly and growls as her eyes roll back and she passes out again, he body still twitching around him. "Fuck!" He pulls from her and rolls her over "Q... Quin... That bitch's father..." He mutters then glares at her "If she was his enough to brand... Why isn't she with him now..." He stands and gets dressed, he'd bathe later, he removes the belt from her hands and wraps her in the blanket, he leaves another 1000 on the night stand and picks her up. "I need to look into this... And I want you close by..." He didn't know if she could hear him and didn't really care, "You're coming home with me..." He carries her from the room and out to his car, ignoring the owners questions as he walks out the door, he again lays her in the back and gets in, he'd have her car towed to his place later, he heads home.
 
Anastasia hears the voice demanding, “Who am I….Who am I?” Before she can answer, everything goes black once more.

When she awakens slowly, she finds she is naked, streteched, spread eagle on a soft bed. It was his bed from before. “No,” she whispers. “Not here. I can’t be here.” A maid enters the room telling her to relax. “Sir will return soon. He wants here for safe keeping. So you won’t be in the way, and he’ll know exactly where to find you.”
“No. You have to let me up. Please. I can’t stay here. I just can’t.” The maid pulls from her pocket a syringe. Removing the cap, she clears the line. “Wait. No. Please. Don’t. Please. You don’t have to….AAAAHHHH,” she screams out as the maid slides the needle into arm empting it. “There. There. That will help you sleep. Relax.” She rubs her arm gently. “That’s it. Let it take effect.” Anastasia sees the colors of the room begin to swirl and grow dim before being lost to blackness once more. The maid nods before leaving the room. Once outside in the hall, she makes a phone call. “Yes Sir. I just gave her an injection. She was afraid, paniced. She said she couldn’t be here. Oh she didn’t seem drunk. Alright Sir. If she awakens again give her the next one you have prepared. Understood.”

Grayson was outside walking around the ranch taking in the beautiful countryside when he noticed the car coming up the drive. It looked expensive, out of place, and like a car he would see in the city. “ This fellow has to be lost.”
 
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