50 Shades of Lisbeth

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Title: 50 Shades of Lisbeth
Author: aprilp_katje
Fandom(s): Fifty Shades of Grey; Millennium trilogy
Word Count: 1682
Rating: R
Inspiration: Wanting to make Ana's break-up at the end of FSoG stick AND get Grey some well-deserved punishment, Lisbeth style.
Warnings: Mild violence, mild language, adult situations

Ana was gone.  How was this possible?  No one ever left Christian Grey.  Did she not understand how much his net worth was?  Maybe if he tied her up and made her read his balance sheets.  Maybe he’d feel better if he conducted some business.

Christian picked up his phone and dialed.

“Jenks?  It’s Grey.  Update me on the merger.”  Grey listened.  “No, that just won’t do!  You triple-time that contract implementation or I swear, heads will roll!”  He slammed his finger on the “end” button and tossed his phone onto the counter.  He smiled grimly, enjoying the way he must sound when he speaks “business.”

Unable to stop thinking about Ana, he went up to the playroom.

“She had such potential,” he muttered to himself as he reached the door of the room.  Throwing the door open, he couldn’t believe his eyes:  the pale, slim woman perched on the foot of the bed, her back to him, much of her torso concealed with long, brown hair.

“Ana?”

“Not quite.”  The woman sprang from her seated position, revealing that she clad in bra, underwear, and knee-high leather boots.  Just before she turned to face him, he noticed a dragon tattoo peeking from under the long hair.  The face that scowled at him had accusatory blue eyes, a pierced nostril, and a pierced brow.  He had just enough time to register the features before he felt the taser.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he returned to awareness, but when he did, he realized that he was naked and spread eagle on the bed, each hand and each foot handcuffed to a  bedpost.  He could feel that someone had placed a ball gag in his mouth and strapped it onto his head.  Panicking, he looked about until his eyes focused on the woman, who sat in a chair that she had pulled up to the bed, near his left leg.  She had removed the long, brown wig she’d been wearing, revealing chin-length black hair.  She’d put on a black tank top with “BITE ME” printed in white letters, black jeans, and the boots.

“You don’t know me,” she said, speaking in an accent that he recognized as Swedish.  “So I guess I should introduce myself.  I am Lisbeth Salander.  I know that name doesn’t mean anything to you, but that’s okay.  Yours didn’t mean anything to me, either.  But I know that you’re a sick fuck.”

Christian’s eyes widened.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised.  Surely, this is not new information for you.”  Lisbeth picked up a rucksack from the floor and removed a cigarette case.  Without rushing, she opened the case, removed a cigarette and lighter, lit up, replaced the lighter, closed the case, put it away, and took a long, relaxed drag.  After exhaling out of the right corner of her mouth, she spoke again.  “One of these days, I should probably quit this,” she said, gesturing at the cigarette, “but not today.”

Christian tried to shout, “You can’t do this to me!  I’m Christian Grey!”  But the ball gag made his words come out as gibberish.

“Oh, don’t try to talk.  It’s listening time.  No doubt, you are wondering what brings me here.  Well, you know that your ex-girlfriend’s roommate, Kate, comes from a family with some financial means.  Her parents have a nice vacation home in Sandhamn, Sweden.  That is how they befriended Mikhael Blomkvist, who I am sure you’ve never heard of, as you are insular, provincial, and jingoistic.  But he is a well-respected journalist and publisher in Sweden, and a very good friend of mine.  After they shared with him some concerns that Kate has about Anastasia, he suggested that I might be able to assist them.”

Lisbeth tossed the cigarette onto the floor and ground it out with the heel of her right boot.  Then she reached into her bag again, this time pulling out a laptop.  She opened it on her lap, turned it on, and tapped the touch pad a few times.  Smiling grimly, she turned the laptop and placed it between Christian’s legs, so that he could see the screen.

Christian gasped as he watched a video image of himself in the hallway of Kate and Ana’s apartment, picking the lock to let himself in.  Next it cut to him entering Ana’s bedroom.

“Although Kate had set up security cameras in and right outside of her apartment, she’s been so busy with the move and finding a job, she didn’t immediately access this.  But everything the cameras record is archived and backed up on a computer that I occasionally monitor.  We have this very interesting performance by you, breaking into the apartment and raping Ana.  This footage makes me sick, but you probably find it arousing, you pervert!”

She was right.  As Grey watched the video and relived that evening, when he was there to punish Ana for sending him that brush-off email that said “it’s been nice,” he could feel his body responding.  Lisbeth eyed his erection with disgust, but she remained silent until the video concluded.

“Stupid bastard.  Do you know how much jail time you could get for this alone?  Breaking and entering, rape.  For the content of this video alone, you could be put away for three years.  And that’s not counting all the other times you raped her, beat her, cyberstalked her.  By the way, you are a sloppy cyberstalker, so I have lots of evidence on that.”  She patted her laptop and glanced at his crotch.  “Oh, good, I see your little flag is drooping now.  Isn’t orgasm denial one of your favorite tactics?”

Christian tried again to yell, but again his attempt was garbled.

“Don’t try to talk, dumbass.  I’m not done.  You waltz around like you are some ‘master of the universe’ or something, with all your money.  But studying your computer behavior has revealed some very interesting things.  I am sure your federal government would be riveted should they learn that your business is nothing but an elaborate ponzi scheme designed to fleece shareholders and line your pockets.”

Christian felt tears forming in his eyes. How could she know this?  No one knows this!

Lisbeth closed her laptop and tucked it back into the rucksack.  She rummaged within the sack and took out a pouch, from which she removed a tattoo needle.

“You will want to hold still for this.  Squirming only makes it worse.  Don’t worry, this is not my first time using this.  It’s my second.  This will hurt like heck, but hey....  You deserve it.  And you have certainly earned this little present I am about to leave you with.”  Lisbeth climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the space where the laptop had been.

Christian screamed as he saw the needle approaching his torso, starting just below his right nipple.  Lisbeth ignored him and even hummed to herself as she worked.  The process seemed to take forever, though in reality, it took about two hours.  When the needle finally stopped, Christian opened his eyes, which he hadn’t realized were squeezed shut, and saw Lisbeth pursing her lips as she studied her handiwork.  Then she smiled crookedly and gave him a look that was almost playful.

“I must say, I think I’ve outdone myself this time.  That was lots of fun for me.  Was it fun for you?”

Christian shook his head vigorously, stifling a sob.

“Oh, nonsense.  You must have enjoyed that, for never once did you safeword!  Surely if you’d wanted me to stop, you would have shouted RED!”

“RMGHHHH!”

“Oh, are you trying to say that you couldn’t have done that with the gag in your mouth?  Hm, isn’t that a predicament that Ana has been in?”

“NRRH!”

“Don’t waste your breath trying to answer me, you pig.  Now, since you are not in a position to be able to read your new tattoo, I will explain it to you.  Woman-hating shits like you should come with a warning label, so now you do.  If you ever get naked in front of a woman again, she will read the following:  ‘I AM A SADISTIC PIG, A PERVERT, AND A RAPIST.’”  Now, I confess that I didn’t just come up with that for you, I’ve tattooed the same thing on another sadistic pig-pervert-rapist.  He’s dead now, but that’s a story for another time.”

Lisbeth climbed down, dropped the needle into a plastic bag and then dropped the plastic bag  and a couple of ink cartridges into the pouch, which she returned to the rucksack.  She sat back down in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.  You will never contact Ana again.  Nor will you keep tabs on her or stalk her in any way.  If you do, I will know, and if that happens....”  Lisbeth made a throat-cutting gesture.  “Not only that, but you will never be with another woman.  If you ever are--and believe me, I will know--it doesn’t make a difference if the woman wants to be with you, not that you understand the concept of consent, anyway.  But if I find out you broke this rule, the video I showed you goes to every news outlet and celebrity-gossip blog in the U.S.  Do you follow me so far?”

Christian nodded.

“You won’t defy these rules?”

He shook his head.

“Good boy.  You will also shut down your business, liquidate your assets, and reimburse everyone you have cheated.  The next time you turn on your computer, you will find I’ve drawn up some documents that outline how this must be done.  If you fail to do so within the next three months, your feds will receive a dossier with all the information they need to convict you on multiple counts of financial fraud.”

Lisbeth picked up her rucksack and slung one strap over her right shoulder.  She unlocked the handcuff that was on Christian’s right hand and dropped the key on his chest.

“Have a miserable life,” she said.  “Don’t worry, I will show myself out.”

Comments

Re: Lovely ;)

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Hee. Thanks. :)