Abyss of Love, Poison of Affection

At six in the evening, amidst a downpour, Anastasia Steele returned to her home in a state of disarray. Before she could set down her belongings, the sound of a commotion from upstairs caught her attention. Ana, her heart pounding, grabbed a small knife from the table and cautiously ascended the stairs. Her initial thought was that an intruder had entered; her home was only inhabited by her and Christian Grey, and his work hours didnt end this early.

Her hands trembled violently as she swallowed hard, the noise growing louder with each step. Reaching the second floor, Ana nearly stumbled, her foot catching on an item that sent a chill down her spine—a pair of womens underwear, provocative and not her own.

Her breath hitched, and a dread unlike any she had ever felt washed over her. The voices from the room grew louder, and with each step towards the bedroom, it was as if she were treading on blades.

Through the crack in the door, she saw a woman she didnt recognize entangled with her husband, Christian Grey. They were in the throes of passion, oblivious to the world around them.

"Ah, Christian, I cant take it anymore," the woman purred, her face flushed with desire.

"Cant take it? Lets try a different position," Christian replied, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The woman, in her ecstasy, asked, "Christian, how am I compared to your wife?"

Christian paused, glancing at the wedding photo hanging on the wall with a look of disgust. "Shes not even worth comparing," he spat out coldly, "Shes more like a boring hen, not a woman at all."

The word "hen" echoed in Anas ears, stabbing her heart like a sharp knife. The photo on the bedside was of her and Christian, yet here he was with another woman.

How ironic.

"Christian Grey!" Ana screamed, her voice hoarse with pain and betrayal.

The woman squealed in feigned fear, diving into Christians arms. He held her tightly, reassuring her, before turning his cold gaze towards Ana, who stood in the doorway, drenched and trembling.

"What are you doing here?" Christian asked with a tone of repulsion.

Ana was taken aback by his indifference. The man she had loved for ten years was now a stranger to her.

She lunged at Christian and the woman, her voice filled with rage and hurt. "Why are you doing this to me? Who is she?"

"Help me, Christian, shes going to kill me," the woman screamed, hiding behind Christian.

In an instant, Christians face darkened, and with one swift move, he pushed Ana to the ground. "Look at yourself, Ana. You have no right to question me. What do you have that compares to Isabellas beauty?"

Isabellas features were striking, and her figure was undeniably alluring. In contrast, Ana felt plain and unremarkable.

Isabella, unabashed by her nakedness, struck provocative poses for Anas benefit, while Christians gaze roamed over her body hungrily. "Enough, Isabella. Let her watch and learn," he sneered, then returned to his indulgences with Isabella.

Ana could bear it no longer. "You filthy animals, Ill kill you!" She grabbed a nearby clothes pole and swung it at them.

Christian dodged just in time, his anger flaring. "Ana, you dare! Today, Ill teach you what it means to wish for death!"

Anas neck was clutched by Christian, her face turning purple as she struggled for air. Tears streamed down her face, but Christian showed no mercy, his eyes filled with rage.

Isabella watched with glee, having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity. If Ana were out of the picture, she could claim the title of Mrs. Grey.

As Anas consciousness waned, Christian threw her aside with disdain. "If it werent for the mess it would make, Id end your life right now, you wretched woman."

Ana, discarded on the floor, gasped for air, her disbelief at Christians brutality turning into a heart-wrenching reality.

"Christian, dont be angry, Ill be heartbroken," Isabella cooed, approaching Christian.

His anger subsided somewhat at her words, and he pulled her close. "Look at you now, Ana. Even a beggar on the street wouldnt want you. I should have thrown you out long ago, but I pitied you. And this is how you repay me?"

Anas heart shattered completely.

Every word from Christian was like poison, seeping into her very being, causing her unbearable pain.

The face that once looked at her with tenderness now scorned her.

Ten years of love, ten years of companionship, ten years of youth—she had given everything to Christian Grey, and this was how he repaid her.

"Christian Grey, where is your heart? Has it been eaten by dogs?"

Christian released Isabella, his anger flaring again as he dragged Ana out of the room. "What are you doing?" Ana panicked, fearing the worst from the man who now seemed possessed by a demon.

Christians lips curled into a cold smile. "Youll find out soon enough."

Anas head spun, and she struggled futilely against Christians strength.

He dragged her down the stairs and had Isabella fetch a rope, tying Ana to a pillar with brutal force.

"Isabella, do you want to play something exciting?"

Isabellas eyes lit up with interest, and she nodded eagerly.

Christians smile turned sinister as he approached Ana with a lit candle. "Ana, now youll experience the true meaning of agony," he said, motioning for Isabella to strip Ana of her clothes.

"Of course," Isabella replied, her excitement palpable as she exposed Ana.

Ana felt as if she had plummeted into hell. She shook her head vehemently, pleading with Christian. "No, Christian, you cant do this to me. Im still your wife!"

"Wife? Soon, you wont be. Isabella, step aside."

Isabella moved to the side, her expression one of anticipation.

Christian showed no hesitation as he dripped the hot wax onto Anas tender skin.

"Ah!" Anas scream echoed through the room as Christian continued his cruel torture.

Soon, her arms were a crimson mess, the pain unbearable.

Anas tears flowed freely, her lips bitten bloody, and her voice gone from screaming. Yet, Christian did not stop.

The physical pain and the overwhelming sense of humiliation caused Ana to lose consciousness, her world fading to black.

The next day, Ana awoke to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant. She coughed weakly, realizing she was in a hospital. The pain in her body had not subsided; if anything, it had intensified. But none of that compared to the agony Christian had inflicted upon her.

Ana was so weak she could barely move, and she knew that whatever Christians reasons for bringing her here, they were not out of kindness.

The throbbing in her left hand made her look down in alarm; the IV needle had Blood reflux into the tube. Ana tried to call for a nurse, but footsteps outside the door made her pause.

It was Christian and Isabella.

"What more do you want to do!" Ana glared at them, her anger and helplessness palpable.

Christian nonchalantly sat on the sofa, ignoring Anas outburst. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a madwoman, not worthy of his attention. He gave Isabella a meaningful look, leaving Ana to her mercy.

Isabella, with a malicious glint in her eyes, approached Ana and deliberately pulled out the IV needle, causing Ana to wince in pain.

"What are you laughing at?" Isabella demanded, annoyed by Anas earlier laughter.

Ana, still in pain, looked up at Isabella and spat out, "Im laughing at your shamelessness, you filthy dogs!"

Isabellas face turned livid with rage, and she viciously reinserted the IV needle, causing Ana to cry out in agony.

"Christian, are you even human? Im still your wife; how could you let her do this to me?"

Christian finally

stood up and walked over to Ana, gently pulling Isabella into his arms and kissing her forehead. "Be gentle, were in a hospital, and it wouldnt do for someone to walk in," he cooed.

Isabella immediately softened, smiling as she looked down at Ana with disdain. What did this wretched woman have to compete with her? Christian clearly doted on her.

Their intimate display struck Ana once again, shattering the last vestige of hope she had for their relationship. She had thought that Christian might show some consideration for their decade-long bond and stop Isabellas abuse, but instead, he condoned it.

If only she could make them feel ten times the pain they had inflicted on her.

Christian picked up the divorce agreement and squatted down in front of Ana, his gaze cold and menacing as he pointed to the signature line. "Sign it, or youll suffer even more."

Ana glanced at the contents of the agreement, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she looked at Christian. This divorce agreement must have been prepared for a long time.