Her eyes were fuzzy.
Upon waking, this was the first thing she was aware of. Then, the smell. It was dark and smoky and salty and disgusting. Suddenly, all of her senses were overly alert, but all she could see was the pillowcase, and all she could feel was something grinding inside of her, painful and dark and—
No. This isn't happening.
But the other part of her, the rational part, lay it out for her completely. Olivia? Sweetheart? You're being raped.
She screamed into the pillow, but her attacker slapped her across the ass, hard, and laughed. It was a low laugh, husky, and she got the feeling that whoever it was, he was large in stature. That could explain why it hurt so much in comparison to the other times she—ow. Ow. Ow. Jesus, that…that doesn't feel good.
She cried out, and this time, the assailant pulled out. There was a sick splattering against her thighs, and she was released. Frozen, she lay on the bed, still face down, her face a mask of agony. He didn't say anything, just exited. She heard the door clank against its frame, and, after a moment's hesitation, she warily tried to stand up. Semen ran down her legs, and she bent over and vomited on the floor. Oh my God. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember anything at all, just being in a club with Stabler…Elliot? Where was Elliot? He went home, remember? What happened from there? Did anyone drug her? Did anything happen at all?
Olivia staggered out of the apartment, her head reeling, and stood in the cramped elevator. No one else was there, but the idea that she was being watched, by anyone, was overwhelming. Tears and snot were running down her face, and she felt the fool as she swayed and collapsed in the elevator. Her head hit the wall, and everything went black.