SVU: Episode "Dawn"

Slam. Lock. Her face leaned against the cold wood of her hotel room door, her hands trying desperately to hold her up as tears flooded her eyes. She sniffled, her lips rippling like a wave as she started to sob. She shifted, resting her back against the door, and wiping her eyes, smearing her makeup across her ivory complexion. She took in a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She walked into her suite, taking off her leather patent pumps, leaving her metal clutch on the side table by the couch. The moment she dropped it, she heard a footstep and she instantly froze as she watched her visitor come around the corner from the kitchen.

"Ah. Rough night?" He said, his husky voice sending chills up her spine as they met eyes. "Nice dress though..." He mused, his lips shifting into a seductive yet disturbing smile, his eyes noting the slim little black dress she was wearing. "Very...tight."

He walked closer to her, her throat tightening as he did. He pushed her long brunette hair back from her face, tears fighting behind her hazel eyes as he did. He smelled of husk and cologne and his skin was rough, but most of all his stare terrified her beyond any nightmare she ever had.

"Is that so?" She said, trying to buy time as he pulled her closer, her instincts kicking in and her only desire becoming survival.

He groaned, his eyes coming in close as he smelled her hair, taking in her scent. "Yes." He whispered in her ear. She quivered for a second, her hand sliding into her clutch, searching for something while trying not to divert his attention.

"I can't wait to tear that dress to shreds, my teeth are quite sharp." He said, his breath burning as he brushed his teeth against the skin on her neck.

She couldn't look at him as he spoke, her nerves on fire as he took her in.

"Yeah...well, so is my knife." She said, stabbing him in the shoulder as hard as she could, sending sharp screams through his throat. She turned to dart, but he grabbed her and spun her back towards the couch, letting go so she could land against it hard. She grunted as she rolled over and hit the floor, a vase beside her shattering and glass tearing into her arm.

He ripped the knife out of his shoulder and faced her. His eyes filled with rage. Like a bear charging for prey. She saw it and her eyes widened in fear. She scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her by the hair rough, causing her to whimper and cry at the pain. He pulled her from the ground and held her by her neck as she faced him, choking from the pressure of his grip and gasping for air coincidently.

"You thought you could get me, didn't you? You dumb slut. You're gonna pay for that mistake."

She swiped her foot up and she kicked him right in the groin, his grip loosening and she kicked again and again until he was immobile from the pain. She then grabbed the lamp on the floor and brained him with it, his body falling to the ground as he clutched his head.

She dropped the lamp immediately, for fear he would regain stamina and she grabbed her purse as she ran for the door. She unlocked the bolt and ran out, seeing the lights of the room entrances before her. But with that moment of freedom came imprisonment as he grabbed her from behind and pulled her back into the room. She screamed and fought as hard as she could, her purse falling as she fought. But he was too strong and he dragged her back into the darkness.

The security guard sat, eating his pastrami sandwich as he watched the monitors thirteen floors below. He heard his partner come in, and he turned as he called his name.

"Frank. I got big news, we get to leave early today. Trainees come in for some training in a half hour and we get to leave. I say we get some brew skis and go out on the town tonight, what do you say?" His partner said cheerfully.

"As soon as we finish our shift, I'm down." He said with a mouthful of sandwich in his mouth. It was then he started to choke on is sandwich, turning to take a sip of his Mr. Pibb. Just as he took a sip, he saw the view from Camera B, and the girl as she escaped from her hotel room.

"Marty, look at this!" He exclaimed, his eyes bulging at the sight, panic and shock flowing in his veins.

They watched her escape, bruised and bloody, her hair a mess, and her makeup smeared on her face. And just like that, her assailant grabbed her and they watched in horror as she tried to escape his grasp, his face barely visible in the midst of the struggle.

"Call the police. I'll call Jonah." The guard exclaimed as he sent his partner away, watching again for the camera for signs of life in that room.

Soon guards and cops were assembling on the suite's floor, communicating over walkies to see if they two left the room. Negative. With one jolt, the door was busted open by the lead cop, with four cops behind him drawing their weapons. But the room was empty, though it looked like a fight had ensued.

"Where did they go?" The lead cop exclaimed.

"They must have left." Another cop suggested.

"Impossible. My partner has been watching the cameras this whole time." Marty swore.

"Wait," A female cop said, noting the adjoining room door to the right of them. She opened the door and saw it led into another room.

"He went out this door." She said, as her fellow officers assembled to the hallway.

"Yeah, but where did he go?" One officer exclaimed.

"A better question," Marty noted as he grabbed the metal clutch off of the floor. He looked inside and pulled out an ID. "Where did Erin Mason go?"

The cops before him were just as dumbfounded.

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