A/N: I've decided to try a new story, I hope you like it. This chapter is for Dramawitsvu17 because she gave me the idea for the story.
Disclaimer: I don't anything to do with the show!!!!
Eight year old Olivia Benson had seen her mother bring home her fair share of men after a drunken night at the local bar and this night was no different, well maybe the guy was even though Serena as drunk as she was didn't notice but her young daughter sure did.
This one night seemed very different to Olivia. Her mother bought home some crazy looking men but this one looked so much crazier then all the other men. He was tall with a quite a few tattoos and looked like he rode a motorbike. One tattoo, which she saw on his right arm, was of an evil looking clown and another was a heart with a bow arrow through it with blood dripping on his left arm near his shoulder. Olivia was instantly scared of this light brown haired green eyed man. His name was Michael, which was all was that she knew about him.
"Go to bed, you little bitch" Serena slurred angrily at her young daughter, before stumbling over to the couch.
Obeying her mother's orders, the eight year old turned the TV off and went to bed.
She closed the door behind her and changed in to her baby blue pyjamas with teddy bears and rainbows before pulling back the covers on her bed and hoping in.
The innocent eight year old went to sleep thinking and hoping that this would be a normal night of sleep. Her mother would bang the guy that she bought home and the two would pass out either on the couch in the living room or Serena's bedroom.
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Serena and Michael had sex in the living room before Serena ended up passing out like usual on the couch. Now Michael could do what he wanted to do the moment he saw the innocent brown haired, brown eyed, eight year old girl.
He got up off of the couch and walked in to the direction in which he saw the eight year old walk.
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Olivia immediately awoke the moment she heard her bedroom door opening and the light from the living room brighten her pink and purple butterfly bedroom.
She saw Michael and hid her head under the covers.
"Let's have some fun, Olivia" he whispered, evilly.
Olivia began shaking in fear. "Please, don't hurt me, sir. Please" she begged, trembling under the covers, as he walked closer to her bed.
Michael didn't listen; he sat beside her on the bed and placed his big hand on her thigh.
"Please leave me alone" she begged again.
He laughed evilly at her. "You know, you want me, little missy" he said and the ripped the bed covers out of her grip and threw them to the floor.
He leant toward her and placed his hand on the waist band of her pyjama pants. She punched him in the face and he moved his hand away, so she hit him in the face and arms over and over again before she tried to get away. He had enough and grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed. He leant down, so he was only mere inches from her face. "Stop fighting or I'll really have to hurt you and don't bother screaming for mommy because your pathetic mother is passed out on the couch" he growled at her.
Olivia nodded in fear as tears trickled down her cheeks.
She quit fighting as she was now certain that fighting wouldn't help her now, it would only make it worse for her.
She laid there, still in fear as Michael slid her pants and undies off of her. He then began to feel her genital region and she whimpered. She felt so violated.
What happened next shocked her more. He slid a finger in to her. He thrust in and out, fast and rough as she whimpered in pain and fear.
Michael saw the pain and fear in the innocent girl's eyes and it turned him on.
After a while, he got off the bed and Olivia sighed in relief, thinking that he was leaving, but instead he took his light blue, holey jeans and black boxers off in one quick movement, before getting back on to the bed and on top of her. He entered her causing her to scream out in pain. She just hoped the neighbours would hear her scream and called the police.
An eight year old girl's innocence and hope gone in an instant.
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When the torture was finally over, he pulled up his boxers and jeans. "Thanks for such a nice evening, little missy" he whispered in his evil voice again, which sent shivers down Olivia's spine.
He walked out, leaving Olivia lying there with blood and semen on her sheets and bruises on her thighs. She felt so violated and embarrassed, not to mention also sick to her stomach. How could some man that her mother bought home, come in to her bedroom and violate her, she had only just turned eight a few months before.
She finally cried herself to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
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