Elliot groaned softly in frustration, as he tried to open his eyes. His head was throbbing, as his hand brushed against the cold, cement floor. Just the feel of it, made him realize that something wasn't right. He racked his brain trying to figure out where he was but one thing was evident; he had no idea how he got here.

Whatever it was, it wasn't looking good despite the fact that he was now retired and no longer a cop. Still there were people that probably were wanting to seek revenge, but Elliot had a feeling that whomever abducted him wasn't one of them.

At this given moment, all Elliot could do is lying there with a throbbing headache. He was dressed in only a pair of jeans and a grey tank top, which only made him shiver more since the room felt cold. Lying on a cool cement floor also didn't help. Yet, Elliot tried to remain awake; listening for any sounds. He couldn't allow himself to fall asleep.

That's when he heard the sound of a door squealing open before a pair of footsteps was heard. Elliot let out a loud groan upon feeling someone kicking him hard. It only seemed to worsen, even when he managed to fight back.

Elliot only landed up badly bruised and bleeding as someone covered both his mouth and nose with a cloth before everything went dark. When he came to, things only worsened. Elliot felt the blows of someone's fist pounding him hard over and over again. Only that this time he was bound and couldn't fight back.

" Don't worry I've already taken care of Olivia," the voice growled which was from an adult male but probably in his late thirties; but Elliot couldn't be sure of that. One thing he knew he couldn't let this man hurt the woman that he still loved.

" STAY AWAY FROM HER!," Elliot yelled before being punched in the stomach.

Once the beatings had stopped, he lay there in pain as the man crouched down beside him," If you loved her you wouldn't have caused her so much loneliness. Without you there, she's able to fall in love; you can't stand the sight of someone else having her."

Clearly the guy was enjoying taunting him, but Elliot just ignored him. He knew how psychos like him thought but this one seemed to be different. The man wasn't keen on giving up anytime soon," Your Olivia naked in bed with an executive to the district attorney, fucking him to her heart's content. Something she wasn't able to do with you, because you wouldn't leave that now ex-wife of yours."

As he pressed a knife up against Elliot's throat, he stared into two blue orbs," Still Olivia misses and loves you. She's trying to move on, past someone her heart still wants. Your pathetic, this time you'll be able to watch her die or perhaps it will be the other way around."

Elliot tried to move his lips, but knew that if he tried the man would just slit his throat. Instead the man pulled away, but ended up slitting a few cuts along his chest; none of them deep. Elliot yelled loudly, feeling the pain," LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!"

He yelled again as the man proceeded to cover him with a cloth, causing him once again the black out. When Elliot came to, his chest had several bandages covering the areas where he had been cut. Yet this time he was naked and freezing.

Not once did he stop thinking about Olivia, wondering if what the man had said was true. Though the very thought of her being with someone else bothered him. Yet, Elliot mentally kicked himself for not allowing himself to have gone back to his now ex wife in the first place. Olivia was his true love even to his day, he still loved her.

One thing he wasn't going to allow was for this guy to harm her in any way. What if he already did? Elliot knew if anything happened to her, he'd be responsible. Being that he was unable to go anywhere, he felt frustrated and pissed.

Several hours later, Elliot was still alone and very irritable. He couldn't stand being tied up in this place any longer, wanting to do something other than lying flat on a cold cement floor all day. Just then the door opened as loud footsteps approached.

Just then a pair of hands forced his mouth open, "DRINK!"

Elliot gulped down the water, but ended up coughing a bit, " Why the hell are you keeping me here?" as he heard the footsteps heading towards the door. Once it slammed closed, he sighed deeply wondering why he was being kept here and what the game the man had in mind?

What if this guy wasn't the killer, but someone working for him? Elliot knew he to gain this man's trust, but something told him that wouldn't be the best thing. Several hours later, the beatings continued along with the mental abuse.

By the end, Elliot's whole body hurt on top of being weak and powerless. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to give up or display that emotion. His stomach continued protesting loudly, as Elliot tried hard not to think of food.

It had been awhile since he had last eaten. That didn't matter, all he could think about was Olivia having no idea that she would be the next person this man would abduct. For now, Elliot continued lying there surround by complete darkness, not knowing it was about to get even worse.