She awoke slowly, her thoughts still groggy from unconsciousness. There was a slight throb in her temple making it hard for her to collect her thoughts. The last thing she could remember was jogging. Yes, she had been jogging with him. And then what happened? She recalled a struggle. There had been a man, he jumped her. Right, that's what happened, he had jumped her as her partner had jokingly run ahead. He had teased her about running to slowly. She tried to escape her attacker's headlock as another man plunged a needle in her arm. Her world had faded to black as her partner reappeared around the corner, coming back to look for her. She tried to shout a warning but to no avail. The last thing she saw was a branch colliding with Elliot's head.
Elliot. Where was he? Olivia thought as she took in her surroundings for the first time. The room was dim with no artificial lights. There must be a window somewhere although she couldn't see it. She was positioned against a cement wall, her hands cuffed and chained above her head. Her arms were rather stiff from remaining in that position for so long. She was still dressed in the outfit she had worn jogging, sweats and a t-shirt. She finally spotted Elliot along the far wall, chained in a similar manner. She could make out an ugly gash on his forehead, but it had been cleaned and bandaged. The main difference between Elliot and her was that he had been stripped of his sweatpants and shirt, leaving him in just his black boxers. She realized he must be freezing. The room was very cool. For the first time she tried calling out to him, "Elliot wake up!"
It had been a couple hours at least since they had woken up. The room had grown slightly lighter but the window was very small and tucked in the corner high up on the wall and made little difference. They guessed that they were in a basement room. The window just peaked over the ground and was probably blocked by a bush. Elliot explained to Olivia that after the branch had hit him he fell to the ground, his head spinning. He tried to get up but was tackled back down by one of the attackers. The other plunged a needle into his arm rendering him unconscious. He guessed that his clothes had been removed because they had been covered in blood from his wound. His head still ached severely.
When men finally came in there were three of them. All of them were well built, all dressed in tight fitting black t-shirts and jeans. The first walked over to Elliot and inspected his bandage, satisfied he turned to walk away but not before Elliot lashed out with his leg kicking the unsuspecting man in the back of his knee. The man sprawled forward and turned to Elliot furious, but with an unnerving smile on his face. Saying nothing he strode over to where Olivia was sitting. The other two men stood still by the door. The lead man knelt over Olivia's outstretched legs, one knee keeping them pinned to the floor. He moved his face close to hers, and she could feel his hot breath on her face as he said, "I wonder if your man will think his move was so smart after this." And with that his hand violently grabbed onto her breast, groping it roughly. She gasped and tried to squirm away but that was impossible, and she shrieked, "Get your hands off of me!" Across the room Elliot echoed similar protests. With a final painful squeeze, he released her, gasping from the sudden attack.
The leader nodded to the other two men, still stationary by the door. They snapped into action. They charged at Olivia, unlocking her handcuffs from the bracket on the wall. The taller one grabbed her by her hair, dragging her to her feet and then throwing her down in the middle of the room. Before she had a moment to recover they were on her driving their feet into her legs, abdomen, and ribs. She lifted her head in attempt to get up but a fist smashed into her jaw. She tried not to cry out, to show them she could take it, but she couldn't hold back her grunts of pain. She gave up any attempt of escape and just lay there and took the beating, just trying to protect her head and stomach. And then her attackers were off her as quickly as they had started. Before the three left the room they unchained Elliot from the wall. Making no effort to fight he ran straight to where Olivia lay curled in fetal position on the floor. As they made their exit the leader called back in to Elliot, "Was it worth it?"