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"Where is she?" Lieutenant Benson asked.
"I'll take you to her," the nurse responded.
"The vic got a name?" Detective Carisi asked.
"We're not sure what it is yet. She hasn't answered any of our questions. She's terrified," the nurse answered.
As the three adults approached the curtain, they could hear loud cries. The nurse pulled the curtain back to reveal a small blonde on the cot. Tears were streaming down her face, and cries were escaping her mouth. The young woman was hysterical. Benson noticed her wrists and ankles were red and raw from struggling against the restraints. Bruises and cuts covered the young woman's body. Someone was treating her like a punching bag.
"Why is she tied down? She's terrified," Benson stated in exasperation.
"She was flailing around and hitting anyone who got near her. We had to restrain her," the nurse explained. That reason didn't seem valid to the lieutenant. She hated the idea of a traumatized victim being tied down in a hospital.
The young blonde caught a glimpse of Detective Carisi and let out another cry. She began fighting against the restraints even more. She was kicking and wailing, but she couldn't escape her restraints.
"P-p-please, d-d-don't h-h-hurt m-me! I-I'll be a g-good girl! I pr-promise!" the young blonde sobbed. Lieutenant Benson's heart shattered from the panicking victim. Benson and Carisi stepped closer to her, but she screamed out again.
"P-please! P-please, n-no m-more s-sex! Please! I-I'll do wha-whatever you s-say! P-please! It hurts! It hurts! Please!" the victim cried, fighting against the restraints as though her life depended on it.
"Hey, I won't hurt you," Carisi responded, putting his hands up and stepping back.
"Carisi, why don't you give us a minute?" Benson suggested. Carisi nodded and exited the room, feeling terrible for the young victim.
Lieutenant Benson stepped closer to the young blonde. The young blonde tried to scoot away, but the restraints limited her movements. Benson noticed the younger woman was trembling.
"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Benson. I work with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit. I'm here to help you. You can call me Olivia," Benson introduced herself in a soft, calm voice. The young blonde didn't respond. She only cried and continued trying to escape. Olivia gently placed her hand on the young blonde's wrist. The victim flinched away.
"N-no! P-please!" she cried.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you," Olivia promised. The young blonde continued to cry.
"Do you think you could tell me your name?" Lieutenant Benson asked. The young blonde didn't hear the lieutenant's request because she was too busy fighting against her restraints.
"Hey, how about we take these restraints off?" Benson suggested.
"P-p-please! It hurts," she whimpered.
"Lieutenant, we would like to keep her restraints on. We don't know how she'll act out without them," the nurse explained.
"She's scared, and tying her down isn't helping the situation," Olivia retorted. She undid the blonde's restraints. When they were off, the young blonde hugged her knees to her chest and continued to cry. Olivia placed a hand on the young blonde's shoulder, but she flinched at the contact and hugged herself tighter.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here to help you," Benson explained. The younger woman continued to cry and beg for the lieutenant and nurse not to harm her.
"Can you tell me your name?" The lieutenant asked. The young blonde didn't reply. The nurse sighed and called for two other people. Seconds late, two male nurses entered, causing the young blonde to wail more.
"Miss, you need to answer the officer. If not, I'll have to have you restrained again," the nurse decided. The young blonde began to panic even more. Olivia figured the two male nurses were the same ones who restrained the young g blonde earlier.
"N-no, p-please," she begged, hugging herself even tighter than before.
"Answer the officer," the nurse urged. Benson was speechless for a second. She couldn't believe the nurse would threaten a terrified victim like that.
"You know what? I think just the two of us will be fine. Why don't you give us a minute?" Olivia dismissed the three nurses. The nurses all left, realizing that threatening the young woman probably wasn't the brightest idea.
Olivia turned her attention back to the young blonde. She was trembling and crying. She was watching the lieutenant carefully, trying to see where her hands were so she could see if a blow was coming her way.
"Hey, it's all right. No one will hurt you, and I won't let anyone restrain you again," Olivia promised. The young blonde didn't believe her. Promises always get broken. She couldn't remember the last time someone kept their promise to her. The only promises she ever knew to be genuine were ones that caused her pain.
"I'm Olivia. Can you tell me your name?" Olivia asked again.
"I-I'm A-Am-manda," the victim stuttered quietly.
"Amanda. Hi, Amanda. Can you tell me your last name?" Olivia questioned.
"Rollins," she whispered.
"Hi, Amanda. Do you know where you are?" Olivia asked, trying to figure out how aware the young blonde was.
"A-a hospital."
"Yeah, that's right. Do you know why you're here?" Olivia wondered.
"S-someone f-found me in the p-park," Amanda answered.
"How did you get to the park?"
Amanda's eyes widened at the question. She started to cry harder. Her breathing went unsteady.
"P-p-please, d-don't s-send me b-back!" She begged.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I won't send you back. You're safe now. I just want to know what happened," Olivia explained.
"I-I ran," she mumbled.
"Ran from where?"
"The-the place he kept me," she whispered.
"Where was that?" Olivia asked.
"No, no, no! I don't want to go back! Please! I'll be a good girl! Don't make me go back! Please! It hurts! It hurts!" Amanda cried.
"Ssshhh. I won't make you go back. I won't make you go back. You're safe, okay? No one will hurt you anymore," Olivia promised. Deciding Amanda wouldn't be answering anymore questions at this time, Olivia decided to call it a night.
"I'll come back tomorrow, and you and I can chat again," Olivia stated.
"A-am I i-in tr-trouble?" Amanda asked hesitantly, her voice quiet and nervous.
"No, Amanda. Why would you be in trouble?" Olivia asked, concerned for the young victim.
"B-because I-I d-didn't answer you the f-first t-time, and y-you said we're g-gonna ch-chat tomorrow, but th-that j-just means I'm g-gonna get p-punished," Amanda stuttered before bursting into more tears.
"Oh, sweetheart," Olivia sighed.
"I-I'm r-really s-sorry I didn't a-answer y-you. I-I'll obey from n-now on. I-I promise," Amanda whimpered.
"You're not in trouble. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise you that," Olivia responded, her heart breaking.
Olivia entered the hospital the next morning around nine. She wanted to ask Amanda some more questions. She was going to bring Carisi, but Amanda seemed so scared of him, and she didn't want to frighten her any more than she already was.
Olivia entered Amanda's hospital room. The young blonde had puffy and red eyes from crying so much. Her eyes had dark circles from lack of sleep. Her bruises and cuts didn't look any better. She was tensed up and flinched at just about every sound. Olivia felt anger bubble through her when she saw the restraints back on Amanda.
"Amanda," Olivia called to gain her attention. Amanda's head shot up, and she faced the lieutenant.
"Good morning," Olivia greeted. Amanda didn't respond. Olivia approached her, and she felt angrier and sad upon seeing the young blonde's red and raw wrists. She ordered the nurses and doctor not to restrain her again.
"Amanda, they restrained you again?" Olivia asked. A look of panic flashed on Amanda's face.
"I-I'm s-sorry, O-Olivia. I didn't mean to be bad. I'm s-sorry," Amanda apologized, her eyes filled with fear.
"Honey, don't apologize. They weren't supposed to restrain you. Can you tell me why they did?" Olivia asked. Amanda started crying, fearing Olivia was going to be angry.
"Amanda, it's all right. You're not in trouble," Olivia promised.
"I-I h-hit one of the n-nurses. H-he got r-really cl-close, and I-I thought he... I thought he was g-gonna m-make me h-have s-sex. I'm sorry," Amanda sobbed.
"Amanda, don't apologize. You're not in any trouble," Olivia began undoing the restraints. Just like the night before, when the restraints were off, Amanda hugged her knees to her chest.
"You're getting discharged in a little while, so the restraints will never be put back on you," Olivia tried to assure the younger woman. A nurse entered the room, and Amanda tensed up. Olivia shot the nurse an angry glare.
"Why was she restrained? I specifically told you and your team not to do that again," Olivia spat.
"She hit one of our nurses," the nurse retorted.
"You sent a male nurse to approach a terrified rape victim. You saw the absolute terror in her eyes. You shouldn't have let that happen," Olivia argued.
"I followed standard procedure," the nurse responded before exiting the room. Olivia rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the young blonde. She offered a warm smile, wanting the younger woman to feel safe.
"Can you tell me anything about where you were held captive?" Olivia asked. Amanda shook her head.
"I can't tell. I can't tell. It's not safe," Amanda whimpered.
"Honey, it is safe," Olivia promised. Amanda shook her head. She kept her gaze away from the lieutenant. Olivia realized Amanda wasn't going to speak about it until she felt safe enough. Instead, she kept the conversation light in an effort to earn the blonde's trust. She asked about when her birthday was, her favorite color, her favorite movies-things like that.
Some minutes later, the doctor entered the room. He was holding the discharge papers. He approached Amanda to have her sign them. Amanda scooted away from him. Olivia snatched the papers from him and handed them to Amanda, explaining that she needed to sign them.
"Amanda, is there someone who can come pick you up? Family, friends?" Olivia asked after Amanda signed the papers.
"N-no," Amanda whispered, her head down.
"There's a shelter not too far from here," the doctor chimed in. Olivia didn't like the idea of sending her to a shelter. Amanda had nobody, and she trusted nobody. She didn't think Amanda would thrive in a shelter.
"Would you like to come stay with me until other arrangements can be made?" Olivia asked. Amanda hesitated for a moment before nodding her head, not wanting to anger the older woman by declining.
"I'll be really good," Amanda promised.
"Amanda, relax. I'm not worried about your behavior," Olivia responded.
They reached Olivia's apartment, and Amanda looked around. It was cleaner than the basement she was kept in. There was more light too. A young woman entered the living room with a toddler in her arms.
"Hi, Lucy," Olivia greeted.
"Hey. You're pretty early," Lucy pointed out, seeing as Liv had only been gone about three hours.
"Hi, Noah," Olivia smiled, taking her son in her arms.
"Yeah. Last minute change in plans. I'm sorry. I forgot to let you know," Olivia apologized.
"Oh, it's not a problem," Lucy smiled. The two of them talked for a bit, and then, Lucy left.
"This is my son, Noah," Olivia told Amanda. Amanda nodded, and Olivia set the toddler on the ground so he could play.
"I assume you'd like to shower," Olivia stated. Amanda inhaled a shaky breath.
"N-no. No, please. P-please, n-no sh-shower. Please. Please," Amanda pleaded.
"Hey, hey, it's all right. What's the matter?" Olivia asked.
"N-no shower. P-please. Please, don't m-make me," Amanda began to cry.
"Did something bad happen to you in the shower?" Olivia questioned.
"Every time," Amanda dubbed.
"I promise nothing bad will happen this time. You're safe, Amanda."