And She Was Perfect

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Title: And She Was Perfect

Author: Aikaterini

Fandom: Fifty Shades of Grey/Original Series

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,023

Inspirations: The last chapter of Fifty Shades of Grey

Warnings: Features whippings, violence

Summary: While brooding over Ana’s departure, Christian thinks that he’s found some compensation for his loss, but this pretty young woman has other plans…

Author’s Note: “Jenny” is an original character from a story that I’m working on.

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It was bad enough when Anastasia had walked out on him. Simmering, Christian had stormed off to a local bar to drown his anger in alcohol. It had been one thing when one of his ex-subs had left him, but at least she had the excuse of another man. Anastasia had nobody and she still had the gall to leave him, after everything that he’d done for her.

While downing drinks left and right, he noticed a pretty young woman sitting next to him. Her brown hair curled around her heart-shaped face and she wore a pale pink dress that hugged her slender frame. It didn’t take long for Christian to draw her into conversation and regale her with a list of his accomplishments. He carefully noted the way that her cheeks glowed with a giddy blush, the self-conscious manner in which she tucked away flyaway hairs, and her tentative licking of her lips. Her name was Jenny and she was perfect.

By the end of the night, he convinced her to come home with him. Once they entered his apartment, he wasted no time in leading Jenny to the playroom. She gushed over the décor and marveled over the many instruments of punishment that he kept there, before he shoved her onto the bed with the full intention of enacting his revenge on Ana through her.

To her credit, Jenny seemed a little savvier than Ana, for she seemed to have some idea of what BDSM was and even asked him what the safewords were. Christian ignored her as he readied the whip, but she would not stop asking him and so he finally answered just to shut her up. Then struck.

As he drew back the whip to lash her again, she called out the safewords, but his grip on the whip only tightened. He’d already had to deal with one defiant slip of a girl; he would not tolerate the insolence of another. He struck her again and delighted in her cries of pain. She screamed out the safewords again, begging him to stop. He drew the whip back even more, preparing to strike…

And was promptly kicked in the face so hard that he fell backwards. The whip flew from his hand and clattered onto the floor. As he struggled to refocus his dizzy vision, he heard the snap of handcuffs and froze. Before he realized what was happening, she had yanked his arms over his head and handcuffed him to the bedpost.

**

Now, ten minutes later, Christian was gaping at her, still unsure if this was a dream or not. This couldn’t possibly be real. The only time that he had been in this position was with Elena and even then…

“Not so nice when the shoe’s on the other foot, is it?”

Christian broke out of his reverie and glared up at Jenny. She had taken his whip and was now watching him as if he were some particularly drab species of moth. He opened his mouth to demand that she release him, but Jenny cut him off. “Our game is over, Mr. Grey. I already got what I wanted and your input is no longer needed.”

“What are you talking about?” Christian demanded.

Reaching inside her dress, Jenny withdrew a small recording device. She pressed a button, and, to Christian’s horror, the entire night’s worth of conversation began to play: from their meeting in the bar to Jenny asking what the safewords were to his own distorted snarls of how she was ruining the mood and how he deserved this, damn it. By the time that Jenny pressed the button again, Christian’s face had lost all color.

“I already asked your previous subs about you,” Jenny said. Her voice, which Christian had barely paid attention to earlier, now had a faint foreign accent. “But I wanted to get your side of the story too. And here it is.” She idly toyed with the whip. “I think that the police will be very interested in hearing what the great Christian Grey is like behind closed doors.”

Christian hissed, “You little – you set me up!”

Her face was impassive. “Obviously. It wasn’t that hard.” She shrugged. “Thin white American woman in her early twenties with brown hair? So basic. I once read a book about another American criminal who had a generic type of victim. His name was Bundy, wasn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow. “Although given your motive, it seems that the man from Psycho is more of your type.”

“What?”

Jenny’s lips quirked and her features began to shift. Christian’s eyes widened as he saw her body twisting and contorting, her pink dress submerging into her skin before surfacing and spreading out to smooth over her new frame. In a matter of minutes, the woman who called herself Jenny was gone, and a gaunt, haggard-looking woman with sunken eyes and tangled hair had taken her place.

His mother.

Christian sank against the bedpost. “No…”

“Hello, Christian.”

“No!” Christian shook his head wildly. “What the – what the hell are you? What happened to you?”

She shrugged. “Oh, you know, ran away from home as a teenager, was picked up by a guy who got me hooked on crack, got knocked up by one of my johns –”

“Shut up! You’re not my mother! She’s dead!”

“But you still keep me alive, don’t you?” She leaned down towards him, her dark hair dangling past her face. He shut his eyes and turned away. “You’ve assaulted and raped so many women because they’ve looked like me.” She nudged his face with the whip. “Because you wanted to punish me for dying and leaving you.” She stroked his cheek and he found himself unconsciously leaning into her touch.

“And that’s pathetic.”

Startled, Christian’s eyes shot open. Her hand fell from his face and she straightened up, surveying the playroom with contempt. “All of this for a dead woman? Come on now.”

Christian’s eyes blazed. How dare this – this freak presume to lecture him about his mother? He lunged forward, only to be restrained by the handcuffs. “You don’t know anything! You don’t know what it was like; you don’t know what I had to go through –”

“Shut up, little worm.” Her voice was cold. “You know who else’s mother was a prostitute? Mine.” Christian’s eyes widened, and she continued, “And I didn’t even get a chance to know her, because she died when I was born. And you want me to feel sorry for you?” She cracked the whip and Christian winced. “I’m supposed to forget how you tortured all of those women just because your mother wasn’t perfect? Because she left you for reasons that she couldn’t help?”

The sharp lash sliced into his skin. Christian yelped, and shrunk against the bedpost. He cringed as she raised the whip again. “No, please –”

Her lip curled. “You didn’t say the safeword.”

“Red! Red!”

Bile rose in his throat as her features began to ripple again. When the transformation was complete, Christian’s eyes bulged as he found himself staring at his mirror image. The doppelganger smiled at him mockingly. Christian pulled desperately at the handcuffs. “Red!”

“Shut up, you tramp,” said his double, his voice indistinguishable from Christian’s. Christian cringed as his own words ricocheted back to him. “This is the first good thing I’ve had all day and you want to ruin it for me?”

The whip slapped the floor, the sound rattling Christian’s ribcage. The lookalike grinned, exposing all of his glistening teeth, and Christian shuddered. He had never imagined that he could look so…monstrous.

“Look…you win,” Christian began, his heart pounding in his throat. “Just-just let me go and we can forget this ever happened. I’ll pay you –”

His head snapped to the side as the whip struck his cheek. Before he could recover, the whip returned, this time for his chest. Christian shrieked, but his doppelganger was unmoved. Again and again, he whipped Christian. Each time he came dangerously close to breaking skin.

After what felt like hours, the flogging ceased. Christian, his eyes screwed shut in pain, heard the whip hit the floor with a thud and sagged in relief. He cracked his eyes open and saw his enemy towering over him.

His doppelganger looked unimpressed. “Well, it looks like you’re another one of those cowards who can dish it out, but can’t take it. What a surprise.”

“You…” Christian wheezed, his lungs constricting painfully. “You won’t…get away with this. My lawyers…”

“Will likely recommend a psychiatric evaluation once you tell them that you saw your dead mother in your apartment.” The double examined his nails. "And once they hear that you've been raping and torturing women for the crime of looking like her. I think that your family will be very interested to hear about that. Especially once they find out what sort of person their friend Elena is.”

Christian’s eyes widened. “Elena? You mean you –”

“Yes, you didn’t think that I was going to let her off the hook, did you? No, Christian Grey made a surprise visit to his good friend Elena this morning. Long story short, she won't be raping underage boys anymore.” The lookalike began to approach him.

“No!” Christian shut his eyes. “No – don’t come near me! Get away from me! You –”

A fist shot into his face. Christian slumped forward.

**

“So, you just left him there?”

The city bus was unusually vacant. There were only three passengers: an elderly businessman dozing in his seat, a middle-aged woman listening to her iPod, and a young man talking on a cell phone.

“You could’ve at least taken off his handcuffs, Soo-young.”

“Don’t worry, I took those off. I knocked him out cold, so it’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

“Did you notify the police?”

“Of course.”

There was an awkward pause. “You didn’t…I mean, you told me about what kind of stuff that guy is into…you didn’t have sex with him, did you?”

Soo-young scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Gyong-min. I let that stupid American pig hit me just so that could end up on audio. That was more than enough.”

“How many times did you hit him?” Gyong-min asked tentatively.

Soo-young shrugged. “I lost count. He was lucky that he wasn’t bleeding by the end of it.” Soo-young gave a frustrated sigh. “Frankly, Gyong-min, I don’t understand this dominance/submission thing. I thought I’d at least get some enjoyment in giving Christian Grey his just desserts. But I didn’t enjoy it at all. That was one of the most boring things that I’ve ever done in my life. He just sat there and whimpered like a dog while I whipped him.”

“Well, you handcuffed him; he didn’t really have a choice –”

“Exactly.” Soo-young leaned back. “Yet he and so many other people get off on it. I don’t get it.”

“Yeah, well…” Gyong-min's voice trailed off awkwardly. There was a minute or two of silence, and then Gyong-min began, “So, you’re done now, right? You’re leaving Seattle soon?”

Soo-young stretched, still holding the phone to one ear. “Yes, once I make sure that Grey and his rapist are convicted. Then I'm all clear until I get another assignment. Why, do you have plans?”

“Well, I was hoping to see you again,” Gyong-min said. “Sun-Hee and I haven't seen you in a while. Do you want to fly over for a visit once the trial’s over?”

Soo-young looked surprised for a moment before slowly smiling. “Sure, why not?”

“Hey, kid, would you mind toning it down?” The businessman had awakened and was now glaring at Soo-young.

"Sorry, sir," Soo-young said in English and smiled apologetically. The man continued to glower as Su-young whispered a quick goodbye to Gyong-min before hanging up. The businessman gave an irritated snort and then settled back into his seat.

Stupid pig, thought Soo-young. Oh, well, at least he wasn’t a sadistic pig. Soo-young allowed the image of Christian Grey's petrified face to swim up into view one more time before settling against the bus seat and drifting off into sleep.