Claiming of Fifty shades

Anastasia musing

Warning: Just so readers wouldn't mistake the concept of this story I thought it better to bring everything out in the open so no one would feel misled. This is a darker interpretation of the characters of Fifty shades of Grey. It'll be hinting at a lot of taboo subjects. I'm not going to change the course of this story. There will be no hearts and flowers for a considerable amount of time though rest assured, love will step in. This story will deal with the psyche of Christian Grey and his morbid fascination and unhealthy obsession (I'm referring to the Christian in this story) with Anastasia Steele. If certain subjects unsettle you, you have been warned. I will not be sugar coating anything. There will be dark sex and a dysfunctional relationship until Christian acknowledges he needs to sort his issues out. Keep in mind that (in this story) Christian is a sadist (read the summary). There are a lot of variations of fifty shades fanfictions, though I believe I might be one of the few who had decided to go down that dark road so I'm a little nervous about receiving flames.

This is neither a Canon story nor a continuation. They're both out of character and off the track from the original trilogy.

Continue if you are a fan of dark stories.

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My eyes frantically darted about the lavish waiting room as I anxiously turned my head in an imperceptible manner, sneaking covert glances at the employees of Grey Enterprises Holdings gliding around me with proficient ease. I repeatedly wiped my sweaty palms down the sides of my pants and then unconsciously flattened the creases gathered around my knees. Although Kate, whilst wearing her sickness jammies, suggested I borrow her Ralph Lauren cream coloured business suit to appear more human in GEH, my stubborn-as-a-mule self hadn't paid attention. I was adamant that I could look much better in my own version of a professional attire. I lightly snorted and then felt embarrassed, hastily wandering my eyes around to ensure that no one had caught me doing it.

My first time wearing a business suit and first time interviewing a business mogul, all of that coupled with my usual ineptitude was a recipe for disaster. But of course I was proven wrong, once again. I should have acquired all the help Kate was willing to provide especially if that meant looking more... human... in this overly competent environment.

Kate: 1

Anastasia: 0

The more employees I saw, the more discordant I felt. I thought I was wearing something adequate when I departed our apartment—Kate's apartment—in the morning, but everyone in this place, down to the secretaries, assistants and even security guards—who looked less like guards and more like they had stepped straight out of Men in Black—wore outfits that I was sure cost more than I made in a month at Claytons. The building seemed befitted to belong on the cover of an architecture journal with the header of who wants to throw millions, and the furnishings and decorations were just... awe-inspiring.

It was all just very well appointed and certainly exceeded my expectations.

Although what really got me was that I showed up to a professional company to interview a successful business mogul, and every female employee I encountered here turned out to be a blonde. Wasn't prejudice supposed to be illegal? This display of discrimination was above my understandings. I just hoped this wasn't an undercover barbie factory. The thought made me chuckle. I ended up coughing to cover it. Kate—who nowadays seemed obsessed with this Christian Grey and the idea of interviewing him—would love to know about his unhealthy fixation with blondes.