"I'm not a weak little thing, Nick!"

"I never said you were!"

"You don't have to say it."

"I'm just trying to protect you." He steps towards me, taking my hand. I pull it away.

"You should know by now that I don't need protection."

"Because of what we do I see rapist and murderers everywhere. Olivia, I don't want to get a call telling me…"

"I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"I'm not a fragile thing, I'm going out. If anyone attacks me, I'll fight them off."

"We literally just put a serial rapist and murder away. You have to understand why I would just want you here tonight."

"I understand how you see me."

"Olivia, please."

"Remember what I'm wearing in case you have to identify my body." I storm out, slamming the door.

Here's a piece of advice, don't drive when emotional. I knew this but went for it anyway. It was only eight at night and I was going to eat with some friends. The rage of my fight with Nick was fresh on my mind. Due to the reason I was speeding and went right through a red light. Very soon after I saw lights and heard a siren. I knew what I had done. I pulled over. I was driving through Clinton Hill which is why there was no one else on the road. Once I pulled over I opened my glove box to get my registration, got my license out of my wallet, and rolling down my window.

"Do you know why we pulled you over?"

"Listen, I am a cop myself."

"License and registration please." I roll my eyes and give it to him, not even caring to look at him.

"Please get out of the car, Ms. Benson."

"Why, I haven't done anything wrong." I finally look to him only to see a flashlight making me unable to see his face.

"I smell alcohol on your breath. Get out before this gets ugly." I step out of the car, annoyed.

"I'll entertain you." I told myself don't start anything, just get this over with.

"Hands on the car and spread them." He starts patting me down and then slips his hand into my panties. I become frozen.

He puts his mouth right next to my ear. "I know you like what I'm doing, I can feel it. Once you admit you like it, I'll stop." I grit my teeth.

I knew I should just do what he says, I'd seen what happens to the women who don't.

"Okay, I like it." Why couldn't I fight back? Why couldn't I move?

"Call me Officer." I'm feeling my body respond to the stimulus.

"Officer, I like it." He keeps going. I like this, I like the way this feels.

"Tell me you like that I'm playing with your pussy." Tears start to sting my eyes.

"Officer, I like you touching me."

"Not exactly what I was looking for, but time is of the essence." There's a pause. "Come get her keys." He yells this, and another man appears.

He keeps his hand in my panties. I'm trying to stop it, but the wave comes over me, my body betraying me. He takes his hand out of my pants and proceeds to handcuff me, laughing.

As his hands touch me, and I can feel that one is damp. I feel him take my phone out of my back pocket.

I kept telling myself fight back. Fight back Olivia. Fight back.

He takes me back to the patrol car and throws me in the back. He gets in the driver seat and starts driving.

"I know how to manipulate a woman's body." He says this as he drives off.

All I can do is cry.

The car stops. My heart stops. The door opens, and he grabs me, pulling me out of the car. He's walking me to a warehouse. I hear a car and turn my head, it's my car. He holds onto me and opens the door. I hear footsteps following us, the second man. Lights hit me, and I squint. I feel him push me down. I hit a mattress. I let out a grunt. I'm laying on my handcuffed hands looking up at the two men standing over me.

My phone start to ring. I look over and see the first one look at it.

"That's Nick Amaro." The second one responds.

"Aw, so cute. Look, they're kissing." My contact photo.

"Don't talk about Nick." Number one takes my phone, throws it on the ground, and smashes it with his foot. Both laugh.

"Let's get started then." Number one smiles at me.

They surround me. I then notice the restraints attached to the floor. I feel my legs being torn apart, but I won't let them.

My legs are torn apart.

I'm pulled into a sitting position and my handcuffed hands forced above my head. They push me down again. I hear a click and my hands are freed, but I quickly feel them being separated. My hands are restrained above my head, my legs forced to be spread open. I was spread eagle. This was it.

I close my eyes.

I feel my clothes being ripped and torn off me. I feel so cold. I feel naked, I am. I hear them taking off their clothes and I start fighting the restraints, opening my eyes, screaming.

"There's the Olivia Benson we all know and love." I look into number ones eyes.

"You don't know me." Number two gets on top of me and we make eye contact.

"Maybe, but I can feel you." He twists my nipples and I bite down, not making a sound. His hands reach down to my core and he's getting ready to enter me. My breathing is getting heavy and shallow.

"Please, you don't have to do this." He smiles at me.

"No, I want to." He enters me with so much force. I open my mouth, but I won't let a scream out.

Once he finishes the other gets on top of me. This one is being so gentle, kissing my neck.

"I know you enjoyed our little encounter earlier." His hands go down to my core, stimulating me again.

"You're a rapist, not my lover." He continues, and my breathing becomes hitched, my back arching.

"Sure, but I made you cum once and I'm about to do it again. It's hard saying how you hated this when I gave you so much pleasure."

"Fuck you." It happens again.

"It's so easy with you, I assume Nick doesn't pleasure you the way I do."

I want to fight back with my words, but all I can do is cry.

Once he finishes, he gets off the bed.

"I'll grab her hands you get the feet."

"What, what are you doing." I feel my restraints being undone, but then I'm flipped over onto my stomach. I feel the cold of the steel around my ankles and wrists again. "What is going on?"

"Have you ever done anal Olivia?" I feel the weight shift on the mattress and a body hovering just above me. This time I can't hold back a scream.

He finished and the other started. It didn't matter how gentle they could be, it hurt. There was no lube, no warning. As the second got off me he let out a chuckle.

"You're bleeding." I had no reaction, all I could do was shake. They had just taken everything from me.

"Do you have any extra clothes in your car." I couldn't tell the difference between one and two anymore, they just morphed into one monster.

"I have a gym bag, back seat." The words were robotic.

I hear them put their clothes back on and one leave. While one is gone the other unlocks my restraints, but I don't move.

"Here." I turn to see the gym bag on the floor.

I put the clothes on, looking at what's left of the clothes I was wearing on the floor. What I did next I can't explain. I stare at the ground.

"Can you drive me home?" They both chuckle.

"Of course, Ms. Benson. You clean it up and meet me by her place. Let's go."

The doors are unlocked and the keys sitting on the driver's seat. This time I get to sit in the front. My head feels so heavy and I feel so weak. He starts driving, clearly knowing where I live. We get to my apartment complex and he pulls a bottle of pills out of his pocket, spilling some pills into his hand.

"Take these. Take them and I'm gone." I don't even look for water, I grab them and swallow. He smiles and proceeds to park the car. "Your registration is in the glove box and your license back in your wallet, your wallet is in your pocket book." He hands my pocketbook to me and we both step out of the car.

"Don't forget your keys." He throws them to me. "One final word before I leave, you tell anyone about our encounter and Nick will watch you getting fucked by both of us. After that, we'll kill him in front of you and leave you alive. You can live out your days knowing you killed him."

"What will the pills do?"

"It won't kill you. Instead it'll just look like you took pills to get high. That's exactly what you'll tell people."

"Why?"

"Why not." He gives me a grin. "Go, now."

Walking up the steps to the apartment it's getting harder to breath. I drop my keys, pick them up, and manage to unlock the door. Once the door is open Nick appears.

"Olivia?" He's looking at me, confused.

"Number one." I utter this under my breath and the world goes dark.