Author's Note: I do not own any of the characters of SVU. This fic takes place somewhere in Season 16, because that's where I'm at currently! Please forgive any criminal/legal jargon that I misuse, as I am not accustomed to it. Furthermore, this story has an M rating due to strong adult themes, so reader discretion advised. SVU is a dark show, and this fic won't shy away from that. Thank you for reading!
She did not know who she was. She barely knew her own name, or where she had been taken, only that every part of her body was screaming in pain and yet near completely numb at the same time. Her clothing was torn, that dress from Macy's that had cost over a hundred dollars, her hair messy and falling in her face, in her mouth. The ground was rough and abrasive against her skin, as she was pushed and dragged, back and forth, back and forth. She stared at the light of the street, trying to breathe, trying to block out the sounds and sensations of what was happening to her.
The second man finished and pulled out of her, and the first dragged her up to her feet. She could barely stand right, one of her shoes was missing. "Had enough, huh?" The first asked. She tried to look at him, but the alleyway was dark and her vision was swimming. Her head throbbed, and she leaned back against the cool, dark walls for support. She felt the warm, stickiness of blood between her legs, beneath her hair.
"Stop," She managed, feeling like she was about to throw up. She pitched forward, falling on the second man, who caught her, bracing her by the arms.
"Don't worry," He said, his face shadowy. She caught the glimmer of a gold tooth from his smile. "This will all be over soon."
There was a flash of silver metal, and before she could react, she felt a burning, blinding pain in her abdomen, once, twice… Screams of pain tore from her lips, and a burly hand was clamped over her mouth, keeping her silent. The blade entered and exited her again and again, too many times for her battered mind to keep count. She could no longer stand, and collapsed to the ground, eyes glazed, mouth open in a scream cut short.
She watched as the first man and the second man wiped the knife on his coat before sheathing it. Then the two walked out of the alleyway, their backs silhouetted by the light of the street, before they were gone.
She was still breathing, heart still beating, faint, weak, but they were both still there. She wasn't dead, not yet. Then suddenly, a burst of strength. She dragged herself to her knees, her dress now covered in red blossoms, and began to drag herself towards the light of the street. St. Monica, protect me… She thought, although she couldn't remember who Monica was, or why she could protect her.
She pulled herself upright by grabbing onto a dumpster, her head light and vision fuzzy. Pushing herself forwards, she staggered into the street before collapsing again, beneath a streetlamp. A trail of blood strung behind her. The lights were too bright, dizzying and blinding her, and she closed her eyes. "Please," She murmured, her voice raspy and sore. "Help…"
There was nothing, only the sound of passing cars, the buzz of electricity. This would be the last thing she would ever hear, she thought, when there was a screech of tires grinding against asphalt, the sound of a car door opening, heavy footsteps running close to her.
"Miss, can you hear me?" A woman's voice was close to her face, nearly shouting. She felt strong hands lift her up, and then a flurry of curse words. She meekly stirred, trying to turn her head. The woman was speaking again, now talking to someone else. "This is Officer Porter, I have a victim with multiple stab wounds, evidence of an assault…"