Bound by Fate: A Tale of Love and Torment

"Please, it hurts so much, cant you let me go?" Anastasia cried out, her forehead beaded with sweat as she pleaded with her husband.

"Does it hurt?" Christian Grey looked down at her, his own pain evident in his voice. "I hurt too. My body, my heart, they ache as if they were dying."

He lifted his hand, blood dripping from it, and gently caressed Anastasias face, leaving a trail of crimson on her skin. "But I cant stop. If I do, all I see is Claire begging for help. She was so small, left there alone, being hurt by a stranger. She must have suffered a hundred times more than you are now."

"No... why do you keep punishing us both with what happened to Claire?" Anastasia pushed his hand away, her voice trembling with pain.

Christian pinned her hands back above her head, his tone icy and filled with endless resentment. "Why? Because we are both guilty!"

"Ah, please stop, I beg you!" Anastasia arched her neck, crying out in agony.

Seeing her defiant expression, Christians movements became even more ferocious.

Finally, after half an hour, the one-sided humiliation came to an end.

He stared at her maliciously, grabbed his clothes to bandage the wound on his hand, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"We are all guilty! We are the ones who harmed Claire!"

"No, Im not! I had nothing to do with what happened to Claire, why blame me!" Anastasia finally couldnt hold back and cried out loud.

"Its all because you didnt go to the appointment that time, Claire would be waiting there alone! How could she have been violated by that man if it werent for you!" Christian roared in pain.

"I didnt know Claire was waiting for me, Claire was my best friend, if I had known, how could I not have gone, I am also very sad, very distressed, but what is my fault?"

"Claire clearly sent you a text message!"

"I didnt receive it, I really didnt receive it... I dont know why this is, I..." Anastasia shouted in despair.

Christian pinched her chin, "Whats the use of these excuses now?"

He laughed bitterly, "Actually, its all my fault. If it werent for her always wanting to help us get together, how could she have made the appointment with you that day? In the end, its all my fault! I shouldnt have fallen in love with you! Its all my fault, its all my fault!"

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and Anastasia tried her best to hold his hand, "Stop it! Look at your hand, its scarred, why do you always have to do this? Torturing me, torturing yourself! Will your heart really feel better?"

"Yes, only in this way can I feel the pain Claire was in at the time! The more painful it is, the more relaxed I feel! A scar every month is my atonement to Claire, the more painful, the more relaxed I feel!" Christian said fiercely.

"But I dont want to do this anymore," Anastasia said in pain, "Claire doesnt know about this, doing this is of no use except to make us suffer from each other."

Christian looked at her heavily and suddenly sat up, "I dont want to entangle with you on this issue, you rest."

"Christian Grey! Youre crazy!" Anastasia glared at him and cursed.

"You shut up! Who allowed you to say the word crazy!" Christian directly raised his hand and slapped her.