I own no one but my own people

A/N I know I have a LOT of unfinished Stories but Her Negotiation is ending in two Chapters, which will be my next two updates and I have been updating like a LOT faster than usual because my new computer. Promise this will be the next new one for a LONG while not counting one shots.

ANYWHO, this story will be very dark. Definitively Heavy T, bordering on M rating. Please Enjoy. And Review. But Mostly Enjoy.

I couldn't help the breath of relief as I stepped foot inside the apartment I thought for sure would be locked but, as luck would have it, the fire escape remained unlocked. It had to be fate. A Detective, a Sex Crimes Detective at that, leaving her window unlocked? It like the universe was BEGGING me to do this to her...

After shutting and locking the door behind me and throwing my bag on the floor, I turned my gaze to her bedroom, letting out a small whistle as my eyes ran over the room. She may have been a bitch but she certainly had class. Her walls had framed paintings, an elegant wooden stand held an expensive tasteful white lamp, the first of many a smirk rose to my lips as I picture myself picking it up and bashing her with it, watching it shatter as it made contact with her skin, and her bedding was clearly expensive.

I walked over to the bed and ran my hands over the soft white comforter, imagining her tied to the headboard, eagle spread and bleeding, begging me to stop what I had planned for her.

Soon Billy, I told myself as I turn my attention to the framed pictures on her bed stand. The one that was front and center was of her in a black one piece suit on some tropical island beaming at the camera with her arms draped around the next of a man around her age with thick styled brown hair who was wearing a pair of swimming trunks and had his arms wrapped around her in an embrace and planting an kiss on the side of her head. I moved that one out of the way and found a black and white photo of a blonde woman with identical eyes and the same face holding two ankle biting dogs. Her mother maybe?

Finally I landed on the last picture she had in the back of not only the photos but in back of the lamp that occupied most of the space and wasn't facing out or towards the bed but was facing towards the wall. Like she was trying to keep it secret not only from anyone who entered in her bedroom but herself as well.

I picked it up, carefully examining it. It was an older picture of her, at least ten years. Her hair was darker and shorter then it was now and she was next to a man with short military cut hair and a bit of a scruff on his face, both smiling at the camera.

I stared at it for a few moments longer, my curiosity getting the best of me. Whoever this man was, she had some kind of history with him. Like she wanted to forget but didn't have the strength to remove him completely from her life...

But, I reminded myself as I put the picture down, I wasn't here to find out her life history. No. I had a much different and much more... pleasurable plans for her. Keeping the lights off in case she came home earlier than I intended, I made my way across the room and walked into the bathroom, scanning my surroundings for any hint that someone else lived there. I didn't want anyone interrupting our play time...

I looked at the counter near the sink, letting out a breath of relief when I only saw one toothbrush on the sink and one robe hanging on up on the doorknob. This would make things a LOT easier on my part. Slightly more relaxed I made my way to the shower and pulled back the curtain, grabbing the various sized bottles until I found what I was looking for.

I popped open the body wash bottle and inhaled, biting my lip and letting out an audible groan as the scent of warm vanilla and brown sugar, the same smell I hadn't of been able to get out of my mind since the first time she got close enough for me to smell it on her, filled my senses. My hips rolled almost out of instinct as I breathed in again, my body trembling slightly.

With an almost longing moan I put back the soap and head back towards the bedroom and headed back towards my bag. I never familiarized myself with the houses of the woman I had. To hear or see the fear in their eyes as I crashed and banged through their belongings trying to find the supplies I needed, was too much fun to lose. Plus, if I couldn't find what I needed, I always carried a spare in my bag.

I kneeled down my bag and unzipped the components I had just bought special for her.

I pulled out a roll of duct tape and unwrapped it and tore off a small piece so I could fold it back so I could grab and rip pieces off as soon as I needed it and I wouldn't waste time. I set the Duct Tape aside and pulled out a small .23 handgun and stuffed it in the back of my jeans. Then I pulled out the liquor I had bought especially for her.

Several bottles of cheapest Vodka I could find. I would definitely need more later as I took her to the special place where I would do to her whatever I wanted, with no one around to hear her scream. I pulled out a carton of Cigarettes, resisting the urge to smoke one now. She didn't smoke and I knew she would be able to smell it the moment she walked in the apartment and she would run out of there so, for now, I set it aside.

Then at last I grabbed a few simple Bic lighters, several plain metal keys I had picked up from other girls throughout the years, two pill bottles, one filled with Vicodin and the other filled with sleeping pills, both of which I bought off the street, and and a few metal hangers along with a set of wire cutters so I could cut them and twist them into the shapes I wanted to imprint on her right in front of her.

I couldn't help the smile as I looked down at what I planned to use on her. I had never been more excited about fulling my destiny before. She would be hard to break. At least a few days until she begged me to spare her life. But I was okay with that. The wait would be well worth it.

She wouldn't go down without a fight, unlike the old hag who had kept harassing me. Before I even opened my mouth she had already pleaded for her life, saying she would do anything to stop me from killing her. She was a fun one though. Her screams were so sweet to listen to and the look of the shame and fear in her eyes as I humiliated her merely by look at her after she undressed...

But Olivia... Oh she would be different. They all were. The old lady it took shame and humiliation, the two girls in the cabin were terrified that I would hurt the other one, my old girlfriend all I had to do was THREATEN to cause her pain and she would grovel at my feet...

All of my girls were all different, but I had every single one of them figured out, just like I did with my soon to be prize.

She wouldn't mind the humiliation of being grabbed or assaulted. She wasn't a fan of the branding or burning at all so, naturally, I had most of my pregame focused on that, but that's not what would make her crack.

No, I didn't have to shame her to make her realize she was all mine... I had to make her feel absolutely and completely helpless to break her. Make her helpless to save her or someone else. She was so independent and strong willed, and making it so she couldn't even breathe without me... That would get to her, and it would get to her so good...

The thought of her finally submitting to me made me groan for what was to come and I already felt a familiar stirring in my jeans. Quickly I grabbed my supplies and set them up on the vanity she had, making sure each and everyone one was noticeable to her. I grabbed the chair form in front of the large mirror and set it facing the reflective glass, grinning at my brilliance. Even if I was behind her she would see what I was doing to her.

Swallowing hard, I almost ran back to my bag and grabbed one of my 5K's out along with a tiny baggie and ran back to the vanity. Taking the chair I sat down at it and opened the baggie, taking out a large pinch of the rock I had grown to love so much. I took the razor from inside the baggie and quickly crushed it into a small pile of white powder. I organized it into straight line and took out the straw from inside the bag and laid it against the powder.

I quickly inhaled the powder, going back a second time to make sure I got every single gram, letting out a cry as I did so, my hands clenched into shaking fists as it hit me. I worked quickly to open my 5K and I gulped more than half of it down in one sitting, as the familiar bitter taste stung my taste buds.

GOD that felt so fucking good! I shuddered and wiped my nose with a grin, licking my hand where the remainder of powder was, downing the rest of my drink to wash every last bit down and throwing the can on the floor when I was finished.

I was ready for her...

I take several deep breaths, letting out a slight groan as I stood up from the vanity and made my way over to the door when all of a sudden I heard it. The front door opened and shut. The flight flipped on.

She was finally home.

My heart raced as I slowly reached behind me and pulled out my gun. She was so close. She had disrespected me too many times to count and now it was time for her to pay. Whatever she thought gave her the right to talk to me the way she had was about to be ripped from her and she would never see it again.

I closed my eyes as I took a step closer to the door, the floorboards creaking beneath me as I stood just inside the doorway. She was so close...

"Hello?" she asked out loud, and I heard her walking towards me. I could see her shadow on the floor, my heart pounding against my chest. Her hand came into view and I knew this was it. I grabbed my gun.

"Hell-." And I pointed the gun at her face.

I stood there smirking at the terrified look that was painted on her, her beautiful brown eyes wide with fear and disbelief that I was in her apartment, thankful that for whatever reason she didn't draw her gun.

"Welcome home, Detective Benson," I greeted, watching with glee as she stood frozen and speechless.

I moved my gun under her chin and she cringed away from me, shaking her head as she gazed down at the ground, unwilling to believe that this was happening to her.

I couldn't wait any longer. She was too perfect to have to wait for. Without warning I grabbed her arm and dragged her into her bedroom, a smile overtaking my whole face.

This was gonna be fun...

Please Review.