CH. ONE
"Clear" "You mind?" "I'll be right outside."
I lock myself in the stall and check my phone. It was a picture of Amelia strung up like meat in a freezer. Perhaps that's all she was to Lewis, something he'll easily devour if given time. I knew his intensions, and I wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt for me, especially a child.
Slipping my detail was easy Detective Infidelity wouldn't take his eyes off of the others breasts. She was picking up every cliché line he put down. I guess it worked on his wife, why not her?
Once I got outside I saw a man in a town car. "Hey, Police get out of the car!" I said. As I drove away he spouted off some words of aggravation, but I was too busy taking William Lewis' bait to care.
I followed his instructions via text to a quarry which was empty at this hour. I wondered if my squad knows that I'm missing yet, hopefully they do and they're not far behind. I step out of the car looking for him. "Lewis. I'm here. Where's the girl?" I turn around to once again look down the barrel of Lewis' gun. "Put your hands in the air Olivia". I hated the way he said my name, he made it feel like poison. "What do you want?" I asked. I wanted to get as much as I can from him, so I cannot perjure myself again.
He was quick to getting back to where he left off from last time. Last time. I shudder as he tosses my gun and continues to pat me down, copping a feel when he pleases. He then pulls my hair out of its tie before he takes my vest off. He enjoys each layer he takes off, so he can aggressively grab my breasts. Next he tosses my phone. A look of disappointment crosses my face because it was new, I have more important things to worry about. Lewis snapped me out of my thoughts and back to reality when he said "You know what, I think I'll keep the radio, that way they can hear you scream when they're looking for ya". As he securely fastened the handcuffs I asked him where the girl was. "Let's go for a ride" he said completely overshadowing my question.
Lewis had become a worse driver since last time. Last time. This gave me satisfaction as well as fear. I secretly hoped that he would get pulled over. I don't want to be responsible for yet another causality. I just need to find Amelia and do whatever possible to keep her safe from his power.
It's the early hours of the morning by the time we reach our destination. Our final destination. What looked like an abandoned factory. Abandoned, just the way he likes it. I don't want to send my mind to those places, but I have to. What has he done to her? Nobody will hear our screams. Will he kill us? After Lewis claims to be the subject of my dreams, more like nightmares, and that all of his girls go through it, he assured me that it's nothing to be ashamed of. He uses the same words I have used on countless other victims, some of which were his, against me. Another tactic to get in my head, it's not working. So I retorted, "Yeah? Well whatever you think you did to me, whatever effect you think you have on me, that's in your head". Not mine, I reminded him that he could've been in Canada by now, but instead he had to back for me because he's the one that's obsessed. He walked us through his oversized playground of broken windows, graffiti, and pure destruction to some stairs. He stocked up on ass grabs on our way to the second set of stairs. I had enough waiting and taunting. "The girl Lewis, where's the girl?" I said. Little Amelia is what he called her, said he was going to be her first. I reminded him of our agreement. All he had to do was let her go. It would be just the two of us like last time. I could fight like I always do, I'd figure something out. Don't I always? We get to the top of the last stairs and I see Amelia. I was relieved, but only for a second as I realized that she's still in danger, We are still in danger. I'm so emotional that I introduce myself to her as Detective rather than Sergeant. Hell of an introduction. She was just relieved to see a face other than Lewis'. Although I'd much rather be anywhere than here, I pleaded with him to just let her go. He had me now. I would do anything to save her from the wrath of William Lewis, and he knew that.
He had all my limbs restrained to the table with duct tape, rope, and my own handcuffs. I told Amelia to turn around and close her eyes. If only she could plug her ears. He then groped me in every way possible making his way to my belt. With each skin crawling touch Lewis tore through every boundary I had left. The only things keeping me from being in the exact shoes of the women, men, and children I had consoled for years. The last means of defense I could use to fight him were to not fight at all. He gets off on struggle, and if I don't give him one he'll stop right? Wrong. "That's all you're gonna give me?" "I've waited too long for this, I'm not stopping now". My eyes grew dark and silent as the edge of my world had become. I closed my eyes so I could envision any better place than the one I'm in. Dreams of better times are worse than nightmares in their own way. I couldn't escape the hell that his invasion brought. Just like everything else in my life I'll have to live with what my new reality entails. Whenever someone asks if I am okay I'll tell them im fine, when in fact, I'm not. On the inside im screaming for help, help that no one could ever supply. How could they really understand the extension of my pain? They haven't gone to hell and back like I have and this time I'm not sure if I'm coming back. I now have a new understanding of the people that I help every day. The people that have lived through these unimaginable, heinous crimes that no one should have to endure, and now I'm one of them. Who's going to help me? With each agonizing thrust I tried to conceal my cries of pain. Some of them manage to slip away into the cold, but not in the sense of temperate and echoing room. Amelia absorbed every one of them and let out her own cry of desperation.
I could hear my mother now: You should've been more careful Olivia, who cares about the girl? She is someone else's problem to worry about. Just worry about yourself. Look at you now Olivia, you're in the same mess I was in. like mother like daughter. Lewis put his vile mouth to mine and jammed his tongue down my throat. Before he could get a taste of my tonsils I bit his tongue. All I could taste was blood and smoke. In one swift motion he slammed my face into the table and it was lights out.
I awoke to my body throbbing all over and a pounding headache. My nose was bleeding from the smack down I got from the table. I wasn't out long, the blood was still fresh and flowing. His gun was laying on the table just out of my reach. I tried to move it towards me without earning attention. As I tried to move the table it just stayed there motionless and no amount of effort could move it. Lewis walked in the room. " Ah I see you're awake, too bad you weren't asleep longer or I could've continued the fun with my sweet baby face over here" he said as he stroked Amelia's cheek. She let out a whimper at his touch. "Lewis don't" I said in more of a demanding tone. "You seem to have forgotten who runs things around here" he said as he punched me in the ribs. I let out empty gasps desperate to find air as he decided he wanted to play a new game. Russian Roulette. I went along because he threatened to shoot Amelia if I didn't. All I could think about as I put the gun to my head was a drunk Serena Benson saying I told you so with wine on her breath. Mother would put the loaded gun, or in her case a bottle, to her head as I put mine, and like mother like daughter we pulled our triggers at the same time. Click! Cling! Nothing. Mother gave me another look of disappointment, I won't be joining her quite yet. Lewis taunted my squad on the radio when they got here about how many chambers were left and the odds. Part of me hoped that they would match up and take me out of my misery, so I wouldn't be a part of this living hell anymore. If that happened it would be just him and Amelia. Who knows how long it would take my team to find us before Lewis could kill her or worse. The other part of me was my defiance to not end up like my mother. Which at this point was to be dead. Lewis' last turn finally came and I hoped that this time was the last time. That Lewis could never- Click!-Shit.
I've failed everyone.
Lewis grabbed my bloodied face and said,"This is the last thing you are going to think about before you die, the last thing you're going to see". He moved the revolver from my head to his. The last words of William Lewis rang in my head along with the shot that he ended his God- forsaken life with. He used his left hand which was the real weapon that would continue his never ending wrath.
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