IT'S DAMN WELL UNFORTUNATE THAT I DON'T OWN THE SHOW AND THAT DICK WOLF DOES BUT HEY THAT'S LIFE FOR YA.
HOWEVER ALL I'M LEFT WITH IS MY CONSTANT STREAM OF FORMULATING IDEAS IN MY HEAD... ISN'T LIFE SOMETHING ...!
PROLOGUE
"Your mine bitch" the voice snarled from behind her. The assailants hand flew in front of her mouth the other around her waist pulling her into a nearby alley. The pitch darkness that resided in it caused shivers to run down her spine, she cursed herself for leaving this late from work. Having pulled her into the shadows, he shoved her down onto the dust and grime of New York. He hovered over her raking his eyes over body as if she was a piece of work in a gallery. Reaching down he violently pulled her skirt down her legs causing the cold of the New York air to hit the fresh scraps and buise she had acquried so far from the attack.
"Stop, please I'm begging you" she pleaded. "Stop" he repeated sarcastically, slapping her,"Oh no no, your ass is mine. You know what they say revenge is best served cold!!" his cold voice hissed in her ear. Forcing her legs apart he knelt between ripping her panties off "welcome to hell Ms…"