Summary:
Sets in Surrender Benson: Olivia is held against her will by William Lewis in her apartment when a certain suprise guest knocks at Olivia's door. It will change everything.
For better or worse
Her mouth was still covered with duct tape, to high the risk she would scream in pain and alert the neighbors. The duct tape wasn't necessary though, she wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. She wouldn't scream under his touch even when every fiber of her being wanted to. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the chair, giving her no chance to fight against his torture. The only possible way to fight him were her eyes. Two 'big beautiful eyes' as he called them earlier when he woke her up rather roughly. Right now, she was staring him down- no sign of weakness in her eyes. He wouldn't break her, wouldn't get through to her no matter how long he kept this game going.
He lit another cigarette and took a deep drag before blowing it back into her face, but she already knew he would do that- he had done it at least four times in the last past hours. It was always the same and she knew exactly what was coming next. He would burn her again. But where this time? Somehow she felt more desperate than before and she swallowed hard, trying to keep the panic under control- forcing herself, her eyes to stay calm. She didn't know if she could take one more burn.
Lewis bent down to her and smirked when he watched her swallowing hard, knowing it wouldn't take her long to finally give in. He had to confess she had been the toughest of his girls so far and mentally it nearly drove him crazy that it took him so long to finally break her or at least get through to her. She wasn't playing along as he wanted her to- he wanted her to suffer, to beg for mercy. He knew it. He knew it, the moment he saw her in the interrogation room that he would have his fun with her, that she would be a challenge for him but he didn't expect her to remain so calm, so fearless after what he had already done to her though.
"Where do you wanna have the next one?"
He asked rather to himself than to her and chuckled when Olivia only puffed through her nose and turned her head away from him. By now he had already burned her on the upper arm, her forearm and her chest. His eyes wandered over her body, coming up with an idea where he'd burn her next. His smirk only grew wider and he took another drag before he would press it into her skin.
He stood up and positioned his body right in front of hers, he parted her legs with his foot and stepped in between her legs, bending down. With his free hand he grabbed hold of the back of her head, twisting his hand roughly in her hair as he pulled her head backwards. He felt her body stiffen under his touch and couldn't help but smirk at her attempt to control her emotions but he could see it in her eyes. Fear. Her eyes looked up at him, meeting his evil gaze and his grin only grew wider.
"Fearless Detective Olivia Benson." He stated mockingly before he bent down to came face to face with her, "Not so tough anymore, are we?" he grinned and watched when she panted through her nose and wiggled her head, trying to get away from him.
Olivia tried to prepare herself for the coming pain but couldn't stop the anger to rise inside of her. She was so furious. Furious for being in this situation, for being tied up in this chair and hold captive by this son of a bitch. God, she'd give anything to be able to punch him in the face right now and right there. It appeared clearly in her head- ripping herself free from the restrains and knocking this goofy grin out of his face. She couldn't control the anger anymore and pulled harder on the restrains but it didn't budge an inch. Instead she could feel the pain bringing heat nearing the skin of her neck, making her still and stopping any attempts to pull free for the moment. She glanced back up at him but he wouldn't meet her pleading eyes, his gaze was fixed on the hot cigarette sizzling in his hand.
She was thankful though- she didn't want him to see her insecurity. And so she closed them, not wanting to give away how afraid she was. She didn't notice when exactly she had stopped breathing, since when she was holding her breath until she could hear her own heart beat clearly in her ears. She knew it must be close, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit on her tongue.
Making her wait for the strike was part of the drill and so he took his time, focusing on every inch he was nearing her tender skin. She should feel it, should be afraid of the moment the cigarette finally reached its destination but most of all she had to learn that she couldn't do a thing against it and had to wait when he'd strike. He'd make her learn she had no control over the situation- not even about herself anymore. He knew it would take a lot of time to break her, to make her give up. Everyone had a trigger point, a border you need to cross for someone to give in. He didn't know yet where this point was but he was determined to find it- find her weak point and so he'd break her. Even if it was the last thing he'd ever do.
Knock knock.
Lewis pulled back abruptly and looked at the door uncertain if he'd heard it right, if there had actually been a knock on the door. He listened but didn't hear anything, still he let go of Olivia's hair and put the cigarette back in the ashtray on the floor. His gaze now wandering to Olivia, who he could tell had heard it too. Her eyes betraying her when he recognized a glimpse of hope in them.
Lewis brought his forefinger up to his mouth and glared back at Olivia. Her heart beat had increased and her breathing had got faster, making it difficult for her to breathe through her nose. "Shhh.." he signalized and pulled out his gun from the back of his trousers, which he pointed halfhearted at her to make his point.
She nodded slightly to satisfy him but she knew for sure she wouldn't just sit there and wait until her only hope of getting out of there disappeared. She knew she had to do something, draw attention to whoever was behind that door. So someone would at least know she was in there but she couldn't risk his or her life neither. She had to act fast and well thought if she wanted to use the only chance she might had got.
Knock knock.
She froze when the person behind the door knocked again, making her hold her breath for a second. Something about the way it had knocked made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. It was familiar. A certain way of knocking, firmly but still soft. No.. it couldn't be.. No, it couldn't be..
Lewis seemed to sense her uneasiness and quickly glared at her, telling her noiseless to keep quiet.
"Liv!" the voice behind the door called out. "I know you are there. Please open up."
Her breath hitched and she couldn't help but feel dizzy as the realization hit her. She wanted to scream out, telling him to run but with duct tape on her mouth only muffled sounds came from her. Lewis's hand was quickly on her mouth, silencing any audible sounds coming from her completely but it was to late.
"Liv, I'm not going until you let me in." he called out and banged again against the door.
Lewis growled in frustration and bent down to Olivia. "Make one sound and he's dead before he hits the floor!" His cold eyes boring into hers. She believed him, he'd kill him without hesitation. Tears formed in her eyes at the thought of him ending up dead because of her- she wouldn't let that happen. She nodded quickly, her eyes pleading him.
He smirked at her reaction and slowly removed his hand from her mouth. His gun drawn at the door he made his way to it. Had he just discovered her breaking point?
Reaching the door, he hid the gun behind his back and unlocked the door. He took one last glance back at her, making sure she would still keep quiet before he grabbed the handle and twisted it open. He opened the door only enough to reveal his face and smiled friendly at the man in the hallway.
Right in front of him was none other than Elliot Stabler.
TBC
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