Look at her - Part 1
This story is dark and not for the faint-hearted. After episode 5 this came to me as an alternative to the hangar scene. This is only my second fanfiction and I hope you don't hate it. Please be so kind to tell me what you think about it. Thanks for my amazing beta Meaghan for making this readable, you're the best.
Disclaimer: No I don't own The Blacklist or its characters.
"What's the deal with you two anyways? It's what everybody wants to know. Some say it's a daddy-daughter thing, others swear it's May-September! I prefer to believe… it's a little of both."
Solomon walked up to Red, then stood in front of him, grinning.
"The fact that we're still alive means you need something from me. Whatever it is, let her go… my resources at your disposal. It's a limited time offer…" Red's voice sounded powerful and in control, thought he felt far from it.
"You see, Red, you're not in control here – I am. Elizabeth is going nowhere."
Solomon signaled for one of his men to stop there with the steel table he was moving towards them. With a nod of Solomon's head, the first man and another grabbed Liz. They fastened her hands together with a cable tie, while another two men tied Red's hands behind his back and pushed him down on the chair behind him. Solomon's other two men were pushing Lizzie down onto the table.
She was struggling against them; she even connected with the one guy's face with her knee before they finally pinned her down on the table. One man stood between her legs, keeping her feet down on the table with her knees bent. Another held her shoulders down though she was still trying to break free of their grasp. He knew that she was strong but she stood no chance against them. Even if she did break free there was nowhere to go. He was still being held down to the chair by two men; although he could take them easily, that would still leave Solomon and four other men. It was no use trying to break free since they would certainly get shot. He needed to stay calm and think of a plan.
Solomon walked up to Lizzie, lying on the table on her back. He took out a knife and slowly trailed the blade from her jaw and down her neck while speaking.
"I intend to be the hero of the people here. Hell, I might even get myself the bounty as well just as a little bonus. You caused us far more trouble than the Director imagined. So I will kill you, slowly… and yes, painfully, doll, but first we are going to have a little bit of fun."
He trailed the blade down her chest and to her side; Lizzie could feel cold sweat run down her forehead. She couldn't break free from the two men holding her down as they were too strong. If she struggled against their hold now, she risked being cut by the blade Solomon had at her stomach now. It wasn't the blade that made fear sweep like an Antarctic wind through her… no, it was his words.
Lizzie heard Red shout Solomon's name but he didn't respond. Again, Red called his name but still Solomon's attention was only on her. He moved the knife up again to the top of her shirt, moving it under the shirt, quirking her a sly smile when he popped the first button of her shirt with the blade. She knew that this was probably what he had in mind when he said 'fun', but still she hoped that it would be something else - anything else.
Red must have caught on to Solomon's intentions because she could hear his chair scratching against the cement floor of the hangar, as he struggled against the men holding him down.
"Solomon! Listen to me! Let her go and you can have me and every piece of information I have."
Lizzie registered the desperation in his voice although he tried to sound in control. This man would do everything for her, even offer himself up. This wasn't the first time either; she remembered that day with the gun to her head and him in the box. How he gave her a sad smile while giving the code to Anslo Garrick. He cared for her, and she saw that now more than ever before, with the sound of his voice near panic.
"Now Red, you have no bargaining chip here. I don't care what you have to offer."
With that being said, Solomon ripped the blade down her shirt and she could hear the sound of threads breaking and buttons hitting the floor and the steel table below her. Luckily, she still had a black camisole underneath and she wasn't exposed… yet. She started to panic, because if Red couldn't save her, he was about to witness her being exposed and raped in front of him. She couldn't bring herself to look his way, afraid to find her own fear mirrored in his eyes.
"Let her go now! This is your last warning Solomon! If you don't let her go right now, the world will not be small enough to hide you from me. Your worst nightmares wouldn't even begin to describe what I will do to you if you harm a single hair on her head."
She has never heard Red's voice filled with so much anger before. She was scared as a result and that anger wasn't even directed at her. It was the voice of the monster she knew he could be when it came to protecting her. She knew he was capable of anything when it came to protecting her; she had seen that first-hand.
"Red, you won't have the luxury of disappearing again after today. No, I will be dragging every piece of information out of you the same why I did with your dear Dembe, but not until after you watch me take and kill her right in front of you. The best part is that you won't be able to do a thing about it."
As if to prove a point, Solomon tore the camisole open with the knife. The pieces of material fell down her sides, exposing her skin. Her white lace bra didn't provide much covering but at least it was something, even though she knew that it wouldn't be there for long either. She couldn't bear to look at Solomon, so she moved her face to the side at the same moment as her name sounded from Red's lips.
She was staring straight into his eyes, and never had she seen fear in them like in that moment. His voice was full of panic and desperate. She didn't want to face him either, but it was him or Solomon. She didn't know what was worse: having to face the man she was in love with while being humiliated in the worst way possible, or the face of the person doing the humiliation. She hadn't even gotten to tell him that she was in love with him, she thought sadly. Their story was going to end before it even began. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks while she feared what was to come.
Red was going insane. He wished he could do anything to help her; to get her out of this mess. The way that those blue eyes were staring at him, full of fear and shame, was tearing away at his soul and he would give his life for hers in a heartbeat to spare her what was to come. He didn't know if he was strong enough to survive witnessing this. Her chest was heaving up and down from her ragged breathing. It caught his attention as he moved his eyes away from hers to her chest for the first time. Her skin was white and looked so soft, she was lean and even more beautiful than he could have imagined. The sight of her full, round breasts filling that white lace bra so perfectly made a flash of desire sizzle through him, so out of place in this situation that he immediate hated himself. How could his body react this way in a situation like this? This situation was so terrible, and yet it was still his Lizzie lying a few feet from him. It was his first sight of the woman he desired more than anything or anyone, exposed in front of him. His body couldn't help but react… he just hoped that she didn't see it.
"Well would you look at that. I think I found the answer to everyone's question." Solomon's voice quickly brought him back from his thoughts.
Red's head shot up and he stared at him with the most dangerous expression he could manage.
"By the look in Reddington's eyes just now when he stared at your chest, I would think that he's never seen you like this before, has he?"
Solomon dragged the blade down between her breasts, lingering there with the tip while laughing. Liz shot Solomon a glare, not answering him. She was beginning to blush, thinking of his words and their meaning.
"What's the matter, Elizabeth? You scared to let the world know that you want his eyes on you? Or is it more the fact that he doesn't know?"
Lizzie didn't know what to say, so she just stayed quiet. She didn't dare meet Red's eyes, afraid that he would see that Solomon had just struck a nerve.
"Bring him here." Salomon pointed at Red. The two men who were holding Red down were now dragging him towards them.
"This is going to be even more fun than I imagined." Solomon's sick laughter filled the hangar.
Red was dragged to the end of the table, standing barely two feet away from it. If she looked up now, she would look directly into his eyes.
"Now Reddington, I'm going to take what you could never have, and you are going to watch me."
Solomon's words had barely left his mouth when his blade cut through the middle of her bra, then the lace cups fell from her breasts and her top half was now completely naked. She wished the earth could just swallow her whole. Tears were dripping down her cheeks and down onto the metal table.
"No. No. No. Don't you look away now Reddington; we both know you want to look. I bet this little slut wants you to look, too."
She looked up just in time to see Red head-butt one man and then try to take down the other before two more men came to restrain him again. They gave him a few hits to the ribs and to the face, so now when he looked down at her there was a stream of blood flowing down the side of his eyebrow. He looked pained and it had nothing to do with the heavy blows he had just taken. To his credit, his eyes didn't drift down to her breasts; they stayed solemnly focused on her face.
"Now Reddington, you can either decide to look or I will make this even harder for your girlfriend here." Solomon's voice filled the air again.
Reddington's eyes didn't leave her own. She saw fear, desperation, panic, anger, and so many other emotions in that gaze. Then a hot, sharp pain shot from her chest and she screamed. Solomon had cut a line across the top of one of her breasts. It wasn't a long cut, about two inches, and it wasn't that deep either, but the hot blood was streaming down her breast.
"No! Don't hurt her!" Red shouted at Solomon.
"Then look at her, Reddington." Solomon looked pleased with himself as he watched Reddington's resolve crumble. Solomon knew that Reddington would do anything within his power to prevent Keen from experiencing any more harm than necessary.
She shot her head up in panic, staring into Red's eyes. His eyes were pleading with her for forgiveness, she could tell, as he slowly moved his eyes from hers and then settled his gaze onto her bare chest.