Fifty Shades Concluded
Title: Fifty Shades Concluded
Author: Jaydude2
Fandom: Fifty Shades Trilogy/Kick-Ass
Word Count: 1337
Rating: PG-13
Inspiration: Just wanted to make sure the series ended with Christian Grey getting his just desserts.
Warnings: Strong language, mentions of torture and death, and implications of sexual violence
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned or featured in this story, or any of the franchises they are associated with.
When Christian Grey woke up, he became aware of four things.
First, he was lying on top of his huge double-bed, flat on his belly. Second, he was stark naked. Third, his wrists were bound together behind his back with strips of cloth torn from one of the pillows, with his ankles being restrained in the same way.
Fourth, there was what looked like a 16-year old girl with black hair* tied up in a ponytail, wearing what looked like a dark-purple superhero costume complete with black boots, elbow-length white gloves, a black mask that went across the middle of her face and a black cape. She was setting up a camera on a tripod near the bed, and the camera was pointed right at him.
"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The girl paid no attention to him, continuing to focus on setting up the camera. Finally, she pressed the record button on the device, and stepped in front of it.
"Hi buddy, this is your good friend Hit-Girl." she said, as if she was speaking to someone from a webcam. "You asked, and I delivered: Christian Grey tied up, naked, and about to experience the worst - and last - few minutes of his life."
Her speech done, Hit-Girl moved to the side and gestured to Christian, as if she were trying to impersonate a shopping channel saleswoman.
"I said, who the hell are you, and what the fuck is the meaning of this?!" he roared, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.
"If you get impatient during this explanation, feel free to skip ahead" Hit-Girl said to the camera, before turning to Christian. "Like I said, my name is Hit-Girl, and I travel the world dealing with c**t's like you. I've been doing it for years, ever since I was a kid, so I like to think I'm very good at it."
"Do you seriously expect me to believe that? You're just a teenage girl in a superhero costume!" Christian said, somehow managing to sneer despite his current situation.
"You can believe whatever you want about me," Hit-Girl replied, "but that doesn't change the fact that you're tied up and at my mercy."
"Taylor! Prescott! Where the hell are you two?! I need help!" Christian bellowed.
"Taylor and Prescott, along with the rest of the bodyguards on this property, are tied up in the basement." Hit-Girl said. "I'd tell you not to worry about them, since I'm going to let them live, but from what I've heard, the only people you show concern for are family members and whoever you're currently dating. And barely any concern at that it would seem, given some of your sexual practices."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Christian said.
"I think you do. I can understand why you'd want to deny it; it might not be too good for business if word got out that you were into BDSM. That said, from what I've heard, what you do to your girlfriends isn't exactly BDSM."
"Oh yeah? What the hell would you know about it? And how do you even know about my sexual practices anyway?"
"Buddy," Hit-Girl said in a condescending tone of voice, "I may have never tried it before, but that doesn't stop me from looking it up online. You ignore your submissives' hard limits, you don't stop even when they give you the safeword, and in some cases, you don't even tell them what safewords are. And if one of your submissives gets another boyfriend or a girlfriend after you're done with them, their life "coincidentally" goes to shit, complete with the partner dying. I know this, because I did my research on you. That, and the daughter of the guy I'm filming this for was very...open, regarding her past relationship with you."
"If you're talking about Leila Williams, I had nothing to do with what happened to her after we ended things!" a furious Christan said.
"You'll forgive me if I find that first part hard to believe, considering that Leila had just gotten married when she was suddenly committed to a mental hospital, and that the commitment itself was extremely sketchy."
"Whatever. You can't prove anything." Christian said, with a touch of smugness. "And anyway, I'm married now. I don't do BDSM anymore."
"I'm aware of that. Nowadays you're just a generic abusive spouse. Thou hast truly redeemed thyself of thy past sins."
"You're being sarcastic."
"Wow, you can state the obvious. Good for you. And speaking of Ana, she's currently tied up elsewhere. Don't worry, I don't kill people just for being in abusive relationships, and anyway, she's pregnant. I might have to "talk" to her if she doesn't stop giving other women crap, but honestly, jealous and insecure people aren't exactly high in my priorities."
"As for rapists and domestic abusers..."
And with that, Hit-Girl picked up a syringe filled with a bright-red liquid, and walked over to the bed. Christian tried to writhe and struggle away from her as best as his restraints would allow, but Hit-Girl grabbed his arm, and injected whatever was in the syringe into one of the veins. Then she casually tossed the syringe into a corner of the room. She'd taken care to wear gloves, although it wouldn't have been too much of a big deal if she did leave her fingerprints here. Mindy McCready was already wanted for the murders of a number of corrupt cops and countless people associated with the mob. One scumbag CEO wouldn't make much difference to it.
"What did you just inject me with?" Christian asked, the expression on his face making clear that he knew that it wasn't anything good.
"A rather interesting serum that apparently was made exclusively for people like you. You mind if I tell you what it's going to do to you? I find that imagining pain makes it feel a lot worse when it finally hits." Hit-Girl said, as she walked back towards the camera. Christian for the most part was silent, looking at Hit-Girl in ever increasing horror.
"Simply put, it's going to wreak havoc on your nervous system. Whatever you think will cause a human the most pain - getting burnt, being electrocuted, having your fingernails torn out - trust me, those things will feel like a deep tissue massage compared to the effects of this serum. It'll do this for at least ten minutes, while at the same time it slowly weakens your heart, until there's no chance of it ever working again. And as an added bonus, it'll also make you uncontrollably soil yourself, and stain these sheets something nasty. The guy who had it made really doesn't like you. Not surprising, considering what you did to his daughter, and some of the other women we found out about."
"I would have just slit your throat, shot you in the head, or stabbed you in the heart, based on what I've heard about you, but the guy streaming all of this right now," she continued, gesturing to the camera "offered to pay me a lot of cash to make sure that you really suffered in the last few moments of your life."
"Teddy..." Christian whimpered.
"Oh, don't worry about him." Hit-Girl replied. "I'll arrange for him to be put into some decent foster care, since you're not going to be around for much longer, and I'm not sure I can trust Ana around him. I hear your brother and his wife seem like fairly okay parents though...what, are you unhappy about your children being raised by a pair of bisexuals? You really have to get with the times buddy, though I guess it's a bit late for that now. Goodbye, Christian Grey."
And with that, Hit-Girl turned around and left the room, just as Christian started to convulse on the bed. She had just reached the front door of the house when the screams began.
* I know I referred to Hit-Girl as a blonde in Gehayi's sporking, but when in costume, Hit-Girl wears a wig of black or purple hair, depending on the medium.