Cold. Harsh. Unforgiving. These were the words that described the air in the basement where she was being held. Olivia lay shivering on a dilapidated mattress, stripped of not only her clothes, but her sense of normalcy, comfort, and dignity as well. She had been taken exactly a week ago today, and she was beginning to feel the hope that had once been inside her fade away…

Exactly one week ago…

Olivia had just closed a particularly hard case. It was now 11 pm and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and let sleep take a hold of her. Cragen had told them all to go home and get some rest before starting yet another day full of despair. The influx of abused women and children into the precinct was unwavering. But tonight, Olivia wasn't going to think about what new helpless victim was going to arrive the next day. Tonight, she was going to try to get some nightmare-free sleep. Yet, she knew this would be impossible.

She was deep in thought when she heard the elevator she was riding ding and its doors slowly open. It was her floor, she realized, and she stepped out and made her way to her apartment. Once she reached her apartment door, she dug out her keys from her purse. Just as she was extending her arm to unlock her door, she noticed it was open a crack, the shadow from the darkness of her apartment stretching across the floor of the hallway. She drew her gun, her cop instincts rising from within her. She opened the door further to peak inside, but couldn't make out any figures.

Gun still drawn, Olivia entered what was supposed to be the comfort of her own apartment. She reached for the light switch, but as she was doing this she felt someone grab her from behind and place a rag over her nose. After a few brief moments, unconsciousness enveloped her.

Olivia awoke in complete blackness. She struggled to make out any shapes amidst the darkness that surrounded her, but to no avail. Where the hell was she? It smelled musty, and the air was cold, yet moist. Was she in a basement? She blindly outstretched her arm to see if her hand could make contact with anything. She didn't want to stand up for fear of crashing into something and attracting her abductor's attention. Her hand finally made contact with the rough surface of a wall. She explored the texture of it, and found it had many grooves and cracks. It must be a basement, she thought.

Just as she withdrew her hand from the wall, she heard a door being unlocked just a few feet in front of her. Suddenly light permeated the room, and Olivia's pupils dilated as her eyes adjusted to the assault the brightness had brought upon her. A tall, built man was illuminated in front of her. He stood directly under the doorframe, his hand still attached to the door.

"W-what do you want?" Olivia asked, her voice shaking despite her effort to conceal her uneasiness. The man took one step forward, his eyes never breaking their contact with hers.

"Revenge," he said, his voice coarse and thunderous.