He started cutting off her trousers beginning at her feet. And she knew her worst nightmare was coming through now. Her stomach started aching in a way she hadn't felt it before. She just knew it- it was coming and there was nothing she could do against it. "What's that look?" Lewis asked her studying her glance. "-you're feeling sad," he said and nodded slightly, "-thinking about someone you know and never gonna see again," he smirked at this thought. Again he cut her trousers apart. "Mom? Dad? Boyfriend?" he laughed, cut. Olivia shirked every time he touched her. "No, huh?" he paused, "-someone else-" cut.

Elliot.

He was right- he was so damn right. Olivia closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Her body was shaking, she hated his touch on her body. She hated the fact that he was right and she hated that she was absolutely not able to do anything to make him stop talking. But again- he was right. She wasn't thinking about her parents, her friends or Cassedy. All she could think of was Elliot. She opened her eyes again and turned her head away from him. She wanted to escape this hopeless situation. Elliot was the last person she wanted to think of. Thinking about him would make her too weak to survive this situation. She closed her eyes again to fix her mind.

Elliot.

Olivia couldn't help but tears were forming behind her eye lashes. There it was, all the thoughts and the pain she had tried to forget in the past year suddenly appeared in her mind again. He had left her. Left her all alone. She felt so alone since he left a year ago. The squad room just wasn't the same, work wasn't the same. Everything was odd and suddenly felt wrong without him. Amaro was a good cop but he was unable to hold a candle to him. God! How she missed his temperament which she used to hate when he was present. How he used to work, he felt it with every fiber of his being- exactly like herself. Suddenly she felt so ridiculous and guilty, blaming him all these years for his behavior. Elliots features made him to the wonderful person he was. Strong, confident, sympathetic, thoughtful, powerful and so lovely.

Slap!

Olivia cried out when the slap hit her face again. She shaked her head now- all she could think off was Elliot. Tears were streaming down her face now. '..and so lovely.'. She would do everything for him being with her in this moment. Just holding her as tightly as he could, he always made her feel better with his present. She could almost feel his arms around her, his breath in her neck. She loved him.

Slap!

A yelp escaped her lips and she realized that she was still there with him, cuffed to this creepy bed without Elliot. Her eyes were open by now and her whole body was shivering beneath him. Still she glared at him with a confidence glance. Right now she just wanted to die. Life seemed so senseless without Elliot with her. She would fell this safety with any other man than Elliot.

He grabbed her face and forced her head in a position to face him. "You ever wanna see him again?" he asked her. Olivia started crying now. "You won't!" he laughed at her and pressed her head deeper into the pillow beneath her head. His fingers were still in Olivias face while he began kissing her face down to her breasts.

"Please..-" she desperately cried out, "-I will do everything you want.." she whispered ashamed that she had just said it. In this moment Olivia Benson knew, she would lose it.