Comments: Angst, EO. This story about sums up how I'm feeling after this election.
Funhouse
Chapter One
Olivia Benson stared at the gun pointed at her head. She had not expected this. Her heart pounding, she said, "You can't do this. I'm a Lieutenant, head of my department."
She came to this hotel room to meet with Jim Groves, a handsome bald man who towered over her, even though she was tall for a woman. He was the Police Commissioner, recently appointed by the new mayor. She had expected to speak to him about some discoveries she had made about certain police officers suspected of being a part of a sex trafficking ring, and the scandal appeared to go higher than just a few isolated individuals.
The entire ordeal brought back memories of a related scandal last year, which had reached all the way up to judges, district attorneys, politicians and high-level clergy members. Barba's life had been threatened.
But this new commissioner seemed interested in helping catch more of the corrupt officers involved in the ring, and had invited her to this hotel room, which had been rented out for a sting operation set to happen later in the evening. Barba wasn't here yet, which surprised Olivia. He should have showed by now. But maybe he didn't know how important this meeting was, because she hadn't yet told him the names she had uncovered—one of them the Captain of a police division in upper Manhattan.
As soon as she arrived in the room, she sensed something was amiss. The room had been used. There was trash everywhere, and the bed sheets were a mess. Groves sniffed and shook her hand at first. "What do you have?"
"Maybe we should wait for Barba first."
"He's late. We have to get this operation moving. Give me the names so I keep eyes on them."
She sighed in irritation. "I think we should wait until we can figure out how we're going to jointly handle this. We're not going to just hand over what we have…"
That was when he had pulled a gun on her.
They stared at one another, and she reminded him that she was the head of SVU. Her voice remained soft yet fierce. "People aren't going to just accept that I didn't show up for work. They're going to come looking for me. What on Earth are you thinking? You think you can really get away with…what? Are you planning to just get rid of me?"
He smirked, his eyes narrowing. "No, we have other plans for you. Now hand over the names."
Her hand shook as she handed him the file. Her voice low, she said, "You're not going to get away with this, Jim. They're going to know what happened. I told Barba I was coming here—"
"Wrong. We intercepted the e-mail, and Barba wasn't the one who responded to you."
She did a double take at this new information. "But they'll figure it out. Just let me go and your secret is safe."
"Nah." His lips pressed tightly together. "There were some people in the mayor's office very upset about the way you went after other officials. They want revenge."
She shook her head and whispered, "This is ridiculous."
"Hugo," Groves yelled toward a door to the adjoining room. A hefty man with tattoos covering his bare forehead emerged, and the man approached. "Take Ms. Benson to the other room and prepare her."
"For what?" she gasped.
"The mayor wants to use you as a prize. We can draw in people who want to get back at you. There are many who would pay a good price."
She gulped. Price for what?
Hugo slapped handcuffs on Olivia's wrists while Groves watched, the gun still nestled against her head. Then Hugo led her into the adjacent room, where a bed awaited. Lingerie lay on the bed, and her stomach tightened as she began to understand. And with understanding came dread, and she backed up, shaking her head. "No. I won't do this."
Groves stood in the doorway, preventing her retreat. "You have a choice, Lieutenant. You can do this, or this girl's life ends today. Then he yanked a teenager into the room with her, and Olivia saw that this girl couldn't be more than thirteen years old, her terrified eyes imploring Olivia.
She felt ashamed that she hesitated, but it was just for a moment. "Okay," she said. "I'll do it. Just don't hurt the girl."
She sighed. This was going to be the hardest thing she had ever done, but she would do it. She would be a prostitute. All the while, she would hope and pray that someone from her squad would find her before she had to go through with it.
Hugo unlocked her handcuffs. Groves continued to hold his gun to the young girl. Trembling, Olivia slid off her suit jacket, and then tried to unbutton her blouse, but her hands shook so bad she could hardly get the first three. Hugo got impatient then and reached his burly hand onto her blouse, ripping off the rest of it. She startled.
Then she closed her eyes and finished stripping off the rest of her clothes while three other people watched. She sucked her lips in between her teeth, trying not to think about the humiliation she felt. And then she put on the black silky bra and the lacy g-string. "Damn," said Groves, leaning into her close enough that his breath swirled in her ear. "You're even hotter than I imagined."
He ran his free hand down the side of her nearly-naked body, and she recoiled silently. "Hey, it's okay. We'll get our time later. Promise I'll be gentle."
Tears wanted so bad to flow freely, but she held them in by biting her bottom lip. "Hugo! You want to go first?" Groves said jubilantly.
"Nah," said Hugo. "I better save her for the top brass. They're going to want first dibs."
A knock interrupted their conversation. "Oh, that's probably Judge Wheeler."
"Wheeler?" Olivia said, her voice wobbly. She had played a large part in his indictment for sex with an underage prostitute, but he had pled out and gotten a slap on the wrist as punishment.
Now he was back to avenge her pursuit of him. "Lock her to the bed," said Groves.
Hugo yanked her to the bed, and she grunted at the pain in her wrist. He locked her hand to the bedframe post, and the door clicked as Groves let in the visitor.
Olivia wanted to pull the bedsheets over her, and her hand groped desperately at the edge of the blanket. Wheeler entered the room, smiling broadly. "Olivia Benson. I've been looking forward to fucking you over the way you did. Are you ready?"