On The Run

Chapter 13

While Christian and Taylor were up the air flying, on their way to save Ana, she was shocked up in Jack's penthouse, unable to leave, unable to do anything. It wasn't as though she hadn't tried, she tried many times, only to get caught and send up to the red room. It wasn't the kind of room you'd come to expect a crazy, stalker, kidnapper to have it. It was a sex room with all kinds of toys - toys Ana had never in a million years thought there'd be.

Though Ana found herself curious many times and floating towards the floggers hanging up. The long leather strand soft to the touch. The bead at the end would no doubt leave a stinging feeling. Sex was about pleasure. Evidently so where the toys. Would Christian be into this? She wondered idly as she moved towards the manacles. They were a light shade of brown leather with wool to stop the chafing and a big buckle to keep everything in its place.

"Could I with Christian?" The thought made her whole body blush, her face crimson. "Never with Jack. But maybe if I play it right, he will let me out of here, out of this penthouse."

Even that didn't seem possible at the moment. With a sigh, Ana walked over to the bed, a dark wood four poster bed, and sat down on the red satin sheets, and waited. It was so dark in this room, the little light filtered it to make it appear more secret and mysterious. Ana knew what was likely to come next with Jack and it wasn't pleasing.

Her stomach growled loudly, distracting of her thoughts of Jack and what he wanted to do to her. Ana wished someone would come by with food. It had been hours since anyone last come by. Another sigh escaped her and laid back on the bed, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Time passed as Ana slept on and on. She was woken up when she heard someone calling out her name. In dream state, she'd heard Christian calling on her. Had he saved her? Had he come?

"Christian?" Ana mumbled in her sleep. "Christian, help me." She slowly come too, eyes fluttering open, and she quickly sad up, calling out his name. "Christian?" Her voice soft but cracking as tears welled up in her eyes, releasing he wasn't there. May never come to save her. Because Jack said....

"Ana..." A kindly young woman came into view for Ana. The woman was in her mid twenties, long red hair, average height and weight, kind of pretty. She had striking blue eyes, perfectly shaped slopped nose, and high cheek bones.  The maid was dressed in a black and white maid uniform. Ana noticed the uniform was short and tight and very revealing. Was that how Jack liked his women to look?

"Ana," the young maid called again. "I thought you might be hungry."

Ana finally notice the silver tray in the maid's hand. It had ornate handles. Very pretty and very expensive. On the tray was a large brown bag with a large M on it. A large soda with the straw already in it. Ana knew it was from McDonalds. It was a place she'd frequented many times in the past when she up late night studying.

"I didn't know what you would like so I bought you a chicken sandwich and fries."

"Oh my thank you, but you didn't have to." Ana snatched up the bag and set it in her lap, opening up and pulling out the first thing she could find; a square box fit neatly in her hand. She opened up to see it was an artisan can chicken sandwich.

"I was told to take care of you while you're here."

Take care of her? Ana looked up questioningly. "Who said that? Jack?"

"No, Christian."

Ana flew up from the bed excited that he was alive and the maid quickly caught her sandwich. "Really?"

"Yes." The maid nodded enthusiastically. "Yes he's on his way."

"Oh my god." Ana sat back down on the bed. She was on cloud nine.

"Now eat up. I don't know when this is all going down and I don't know when Master Hyde will allow you to eat."

Taking back the sandwich, Ana brought up to her mouth, and took a large bite. "This is so good," she said between bites. "You don't know how hungry I am."

"I think I have an idea." The maid looked away ashamed.

Noticing the behavior, Ana placed the drink on the floor, and reached out, placing her hand on the forearm of the maid in a comforting manor. "Did he hurt you?"

The maid became antsy and turned to leave. "Here is your drink." She handed it to Ana and Ana took it "I must go before Master Hyde finds me."

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Holly. My name is Holly," the maid said with her back to Ana. "I must go." She hurried out of the room, shutting, and locking the door behind her. Ana heard tumblers in the lock turning until it was quiet once again.

"Bastard," Ana mumbled and then she was back on the bed. No longer hungry and pushed the food away.

Then Ana heard Jack's voice outside the wall. She quickly gather the food and stuff it in the bag and slid everything under the bed. The door opened and in walked Jack. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. He made her sick.

"Well, hello Ana. I hope you've been comfortable."

"I'm a captive. How the hell am I supposed to feel?"

Jack glanced around the room offended. "I thought you'd like this." He came closer and all Ana wanted to do was run. The door was even open but she wouldn't get far, there was a big burly, bald guy in the wall watching, stationary. "I like it. It is very cozy. And very relaxing." He looked as though he was fondly remembering something and then scrunched up his face as if something had irritated him. The flow had suddenly been disturbed for him. "Why does it smell like chicken?" He moved about the room.

Shit! "I don't smell anything." Ana kicked the bag further under the bed when Jack turned his back.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jack said softly, "I will have the maid come up and move you to the room down the hallway. You will like it better. It was very pretty and soothing for you. And she figure out why it smells in here." He made a face again and shook as if it affected his whole being.

Whatever! I won't be here long.

With that, Jack turned on his heels, and left the room, locking the door behind him. Ana was glad to hear the lock being turned. It gave her some sense of freedom, knowing Jack wasn't in her with her, trying who knows what.

Reaching under the bed, Ana grabbed the bag, and soda, setting it on her lap, and glancing down at it. It did look and smell so good. She didn't know when the last time she'd be eating. "What the hell!" Ana pulled out the sandwich and fries and set them the bed, letting the grease drain on to the satin sheets. It was a small defiance on her part, but it was all she could do at the moment.

When Ana finished her meal, Holly unlocked the door, and entered.

"Master said I should take you into the other room because this had a fowl spell." Holly couldn't help the giggle escaping her lips.

"I guess he meant the chicken."

"I'll take the bag and drink."

Ana handed the off to Holly.

"Shall we." Holly stepped aside, allowing Ana to walk out of the room.

It took a moment for Ana's eyes to adjust.

"Down the hall."

Ana headed toward the room with Holly in tow.