The moment Anastasias words registered, Christian Greys expression shifted from shock to one of cold disdain. He abruptly left the bathroom, his retreat as heartless as it was sudden.
"Where are you going?" Anastasia called after him, panic rising in her voice.
Christian looked back at her with eyes that held a mixture of disappointment and disgust. "I despise being manipulated. Youve crossed a line."
Without another word, he dragged her out to the club and instructed the madam to arrange for her to entertain clients. Anastasia couldnt believe what was happening. She fought against him, her tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, "Christian Grey, how can you do this to me?"
"This is the consequence of your own cleverness," Christian replied, his voice devoid of any warmth as he pried her fingers off his sleeve and let the clubs staff drag her away.
Anastasia struggled and screamed, her heart breaking as she realized the depth of Christians cruelty. She had protected her innocence all these years, waiting for the day she could give herself to him willingly, but now he was casually ordering her to service other men.
"Does the truth of the USB drive even matter to you? Youll regret this, Christian!" she cried out, her voice echoing with despair as he walked away.
Christian didnt look back, his response a cold dismissal. "The truth is irrelevant. The one who should regret this is you."
Anastasia watched his retreating figure, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She screamed after him, "Christian Grey, I hate you!"
The bouncers dragged her away, and the madam entered the room with a sigh. "Make her take the pill," she ordered, her voice laced with impatience.
Anastasia resisted, but she was no match for the men who held her down and forced her to swallow the drug. Soon, her body began to heat up, and a repulsive client entered the room, leering at her with eager anticipation.
Anastasia dodged his advances, screaming for him to get away. His response was a brutal slap that sent her reeling. But the pain seemed to clear her mind momentarily. She grabbed a bottle of brandy from the table and smashed it over the mans head, using the distraction to flee the room.
In her panic, she ran straight into a wall of a man, who grunted in surprise. He steadied her with a firm grip, his voice gentle as he asked, "Are you alright?"
Through her haze of fear and desperation, Anastasia thought she saw Christian Grey. She clutched at his hand, begging, "Please, help me!"
The man, who was actually Edward Cullen, looked down at her with a mix of surprise and concern. His eyes held a depth of warmth that she hadnt seen in Christians gaze. "Dont worry, Im here to help," he reassured her, his voice steady and calm.
Just as things seemed to be looking up for Anastasia, the door to her room was kicked open violently. Anastasia looked up, terrified, to see Christian Grey standing in the doorway, his face a mask of fury.
"Anastasia!" he roared, his voice echoing with a rage that sent chills down her spine.
The situation had just taken a turn for the worse, and Anastasia found herself caught between two powerful men, each with their own agenda and intentions.