Official Secret Act of Christian Grey

You ring the number again tentatively, your stomach is curling with fear, your palms damp with sweat. Your hearts pounding. You look at the girl in the mirror and wonder where shes gone. He promised he wouldn't hurt you, so why is your ass so painful it hurts to sit down.
Tango Charlie lies deflated on your pillow, like some wistful memory of what you thought it was going to be. A voice on the other end speaks in a warm, favorable gentle manner. You try to speak but your voice freezes.
If he knew! if Christian knew you had slipped out of work, the job he bought for you in the no name publishing house. If he knew that you where here alone, he'd probably spank you or tie you up or gag you.
Suddenly that churning feeling is back in your stomach and you vomit all over the floor, thank God! your at home, at your apartment with Kate. Thank God this isn't his carpet that is covered in vomit. You hang up.

Once more into the void dear lady. You run to the bathroom and your world starts to spin. His laugh his smile it haunts you. How can you truly love someone who spanks you for some misdemeanor. You ache all over as if you are suffering from some viral infection, and your legs turn to jelly as you enter into a downward spiral of despair and depression.
Into the breach you reach again for the phone and dial the number, careful that you don't leave a trace and careful that you destroy this pay as you go phone after use. If he finds out that you have been calling this number, that you have broken the Official Secrets Act of Christian Grey you know you won't be going to Mia's wedding any time soon.

This time you take a deep breath, and you talk to the girl on the other end, she gives you number an address. You breathe out with relief a sob catches in your throat, you make for the door. Remembering to destroy the phone.
As you open the door he's standing there, his face looks grim. "Ana whats wrong baby," his keen quick eyes notice the phone in your hand.
Its over baby.