Disclaimer: I do not own SVU or any of its characters. I just like to borrow them and use them to act out my own fantasies.

Note: I just wanted to put a big ole warning on this for future female/female loving, cursing, graphicness, and torture scenes. Especially this first chapter. It starts off with torture and rape so if you can't stomach that kind of stuff you might wanna wait until I post the next part. Also just pointing out that the next part will go back in time so we can see what led up to this chapter. I swear it'll all make sense soon.

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Amanda woke yet again to darkness and pain. She was naked, freezing, starving, wounded, bleeding, broken. She'd lost track of how much time she'd spent in this Hell. Every day, day after day after day, the same torture, the same agony. She'd lost hope by now that her love- that anyone would be coming to save her. She'd thought it would be worth it. She'd been brought here in the place of her lover voluntarily. She'd thought that the knowledge that her soulmate was out there, alive and going on with her life, would help her get through this, that she could live knowing her mate was safe. Amanda had heard the promise her love had screamed as she'd been taken away that she'd come for her but, in the beginning, had prayed that she wouldn't. But soon, as the torture grew to be too much, she prayed that her love would keep her vow. She wasn't sure how much more she could handle. Now, after weeks maybe months of this Hell of a prison, she had lost that hope and simply prayed for death. She prayed that somehow the Goddess who had given her kind life would find a way to rid her of her immortal gift and allow her to die. The longer the torture went on, the more Amanda began to wonder how her Goddess could allow her child to suffer in this way, how she could turn the other way. Amanda hated that her faith was dying, but really who could blame her? She'd been given so many wonderful gifts- a home, plentiful food and water, time in which she had not been discovered by the humans or her wild brothers and sisters, and, most importantly, she'd been given love. She'd found complete happiness and completion with her soulmate, and then, suddenly, it was gone, taken from her, and nothing was left but pain and despair. And memories. She still had the memories. When she first awoke in the morning or right before she fell asleep at night, she allowed the memories to completely overwhelm her, playing before her eyes as if she was back in those moments and experiencing them for the first time. It was both a comfort, to lose herself and forget for the moment as she relived those times, and even more painful than the torture; when she came back to reality and realized she wasn't with her love anymore, she would sob silently, her heart breaking all over again. At least with the memories, came the affirmation that her lover wasn't there with her and didn't have to suffer the way she had and still would in the future.

The memory that decided to bless/curse her today was of Amanda's first kiss with her love. It replayed over and over; all the perfectness she had felt in the moment coming over her again. She could feel the warmth of the summer sun on her cool, wet body. She could feel the heat of her love's body next to hers. She felt the electricity as their eyes connected and they simultaneously came together. She could feel the tingling in her lips as they met her love's, the wild beating of her heart, the shuttering in her wings. She lifted her hand, the chains clanking, to touch her lips as she tried to savor the ghost of the kiss. And then suddenly, she heard a loud bang- the warning that someone was coming. Amanda began to shake as she realized the day's torture was beginning. She forced her memories from her mind, not wanting anything to soil them, and prayed, as usual, for death to come sometime during the day.

The footsteps grew louder until the voice of her tormenter called, "Good morning my pet!"

Amanda growled at the term even as she huddled farther in the corner, as if that would protect her. The voice just laughed as it came closer but said nothing. Amanda flinched as she heard the jingling of keys, her body quivering. She began to whimper as she heard her cell door unlock. At one point, she had tried not to show any weakness, any sign of pain. But she had been broken and could no longer control what her body did as fear overpowered her; her tormenter would inflict the same amount of torture either way. The door creaked and whined as it opened. Amanda's captor purred, "Ready to begin? I have quite the activities planned for us today."

Amanda simply continued whimpering and shaking curled up in a ball. Then the footsteps rushed forward, and she cried out as her chains were yanked hard, forcing her to uncurl as she was lifted by her chained wrists. She knew struggling was futile, but she couldn't stop her instinct to fight. She snarled and thrashed her body and wings, but with her ankles, wrists, and wings chained together, she could do no damage. Her captor dragged her out of her cage and down the hall a bit until they reached the torture chamber. In the past, Amanda had been chained to a table, to the walls, from the ceiling, bent over a bench, in a small pool of freezing/boiling water, upside down, on her back, on her front, spread eagle, and the list goes on. She had been beaten, burned, branded, whipped, cut, stretched, stabbed, raped, and a number of other things that Amanda had never imagined any living being could do to another. Today, it seemed they would start with Amanda chained to the ceiling, her arms above her head while her legs dangled unable to touch the ground. Only once she was hanging, did she stop fighting and she was left to stare into the face of the recently crowned King, William Lewis.

Her captor spoke again, voice dripping with sick pleasure, "I love that you still have fight left in you, pet. It makes this all the more enjoyable to know that I still have time to break you completely. Not to mention the added effect of mystery. Will she break today or will she manage to continue on? If she does, what will be the activity that does it? My imagination is endless pet; I still have many things I want to try as well as the things I want to try again, so you better not die on me before I've had all my fun."

Amanda trembled as his soulless, hazel eyes danced and his spine shivered in pleasure with the prospect. As he turned to hang up his red, satin cloak, Amanda tried to steel herself for the day's torture. Amanda whimpered as the first blade of the day sliced her lower back open. King Lewis liked to start small on some days, as if warming up for the bigger stuff. The slashing moved upwards, covering her whole back before he moved to her torn, broken wings. She sobbed and cried out as the blade cut through the skin, tearing her wings to even smaller shreds. Several times in the past, he had promised that, one day, he would saw them off completely, but it seemed that, while they still had skin left on them, he would leave them on for further torture. Her wings were one of the most sensitive places on her body, and he knew it and took full advantage. Sometime during the cutting of her wings, she'd passed out. Only to return a short time later to the King pouring hot oil down her chest and stomach; he liked to continue torturing her even after she'd blacked out. She screamed as he pressed his hand to the bubbled, burned area harshly and curled his fingers so his nails dug in. He squeezed so hard, she was sure his fingers would puncture her skin and his hand would begin squeezing her insides. When he finally pulled away, she panted as she tried to push through the pain. She only had a few seconds however before he was pouring the oil down her arms. She shouted as it flowed down her arms and dripped on to her head. He continued pouring the oil over her wings. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead before passing out once again. This continued throughout the first half of the day until King Lewis stopped for lunch. Amanda was left dangling from the ceiling, panting and shaking in pain.

Before her time in the dungeon, Amanda might have been able to heal much of the damage done and for the first days she had. Each time King Lewis would leave for lunch or for the night, her body would heal and she'd be almost as good as new for a new day of torment. But now, her body and mind was too exhausted, too hungry, too damaged, and too weak, and now she had to suffer her moments alone with never ending pain. When the King finally return, he quickly returned to business, unchaining her from the ceiling uncaringly and allowing her to drop in a heap to the floor. She groaned as he dragged her across the room and chained her so she was bent over a bench. She knew what he most liked to do to her when she was in this position and began whimpering.

He chuckled. "Maybe I'm becoming too predictable," he mused, "If you already know what's coming, then you'll be able to steel yourself." He paused as he ran a hand down her back, starting from the nape of her neck and sliding down between the shafts of her wings and down until he could scrape his nails across her ass. "But then again. I do so love seeing you like this. I can see why your lover was so enchanted by you; you are such a good little slut." Amanda flinched at the reminder of her love, but thankfully he continued, "Well it has been a few days. And I have been getting ever so worked up. What the hell?" Amanda closed her eyes as she heard him begin to remove his clothes. This was perhaps the worst torture of all after waking from her memories. Every time she and her soulmate had made love, it had been gentle and loving and oh-so-pleasurable; Amanda had never known a feeling like it. But with King Lewis it was nothing but pain. He soiled her, making her feel unclean beyond repair, with his touch. His hands and penis seemed to erase the tingling sensation left by her love only to replace it with rot that festered on her skin. And no matter what she did, she couldn't get it off. He entered her roughly, clearly eager to get himself off. His hands gripped the shafts of her wings, threatening to rip them out, as he pounded relentlessly into her. She knew it only encouraged him but she couldn't help the whimpers and sobs of pain. He moaned joyfully. After a moment, he pulled out only to force himself up her ass hole. She screamed; it had been weeks since he'd last done that so she was tight and unprepared. He pounded into her with a force that rocked her back and forth. She could feel her skin ripping and blood beginning to drip down her thighs. He let go of her wings so he could dig his fingers into the wounds on her back, opening them up again and causing them to ooze blood. She screamed and sobbed and begged him to stop even though she knew he wouldn't. A small puddle of blood formed underneath her by the time he stiffened and came inside her. His seed felt like it was branding her insides. Numbly, and not for the first time, she prayed that she would die down there, because even if she were to be rescued and reunited with her soulmate, she'd be too damaged, too afraid, and too ruined. King Lewis claimed her now in a way that was sickening and irreversible. How would her love ever be able or even want to look at her now?

King Lewis climaxed twice more before he was finally done. As he pulled out, he sighed, "Yah. You are definitely the best little slut I've ever been with. I don't care if it's predictable of not. I will fuck you whenever I damn well please." He patted her backside before gliding his fingers up her inner thigh and over her holes. Amanda could tell by the wet sounds and moans that he was licking the mixture of blood and his seed from his fingertips. Her stomach roiled in disgust and, had she had any food in her, she would've thrown up. He moaned again before continuing with his torture. Today it seemed he was in favor of the small yet agonizing stuff. At least for now. He branded her with his numerous wires and metal prods. He drove several nails into her lower back, leaving them there so that every time she flinched or moved she howled in pain. He used a bamboo cane on her ass and legs. Held a torch under her wings to watch them burn and shrivel. Finally, he unchained her from the bench and moved her to the table, forcing her on her back, her wings dangling between a hole in the center created just for her, her arms and legs spread apart. She watched to see what he planned next. Her body was throbbing, shaking violently, and uncontrollable whimpers left her mouth every few breaths. She watched as his eyes looked her over. Then they lit with an idea.

"As much as I love hearing you scream, my pet. I have an urge to hear what it would be like if you can't." Amanda shuddered with fear as he walked to his table full of his tools of torture. When he turned around, Amanda saw he held two long nails and a hammer in his hands. She flinched as he went to stand above her head and placed one nail down next to one ear. He held it still in one hand while he began to hammer it down with the other, making Amanda flinch with every bang on the nail's head. Then he took the other one and did the same thing. Amanda felt a new wave of terror when she realized she couldn't move her head. He chuckled darkly as she tried to squirm against her bonds. He went back to the table. Amanda heard the hammer get put down but couldn't move her head to see what he was grabbing next. Before she knew it, he was climbing on top of the table to straddle her chest. He sat down on her, making breathing difficult, and showed her the items in his hands. She struggled with all her might when she saw the thread and needle, but he just simply smiled. She watched with wide eyes as he leaned down, bringing the needle closer to her lips. She tried to scream and move away but he grabbed her chin and slammed her mouth shut before quickly piercing her bottom lip. She cried as he punctured her lips over and over, going from bottom to top and pulling the thread tight. He made sure it was thick enough not to be ripped open before pulling away. Amanda was having trouble breathing through her flared nostrils. The King smiled and said evilly, "Bet you won't be able to scream now."

With that, he was unchaining her yet again and pulling her towards the tub that he would fill with either freezing or boiling water. Her feet were shackled to the bottom while her hands were forced behind her back and clipped to the wall of the bowl. Today, the King picked freezing water. She shivered with cold as her feet, fingers, and lips turned blue and her teeth chattered. At first the cold was slightly welcome against her cuts and burn wounds on her arms, stomach, and wings, but the wounds began to ache as she constantly shivered. Amanda could hear him shuffling behind her until finally he crouched next to her. "This is something of my own design," he began, causing her to look over at what he was talking about. It was a shiny box with a wire coming out of it. "Turns out this thing doesn't react well with water. See?" He took one end of the wire and dipped it into the water. Immediately Amanda felt a shock and she flinched. He pulled it out and grinned, "I made it so that it harnesses electricity. I had initially planned to use this a prototype for a bigger generator, one that could power the castle and maybe the city. The small amount of electricity we have now is not very useful. But imagine the possibilities that ran through my mind when I discovered how it reacts with water! Oh, I bet it will be delicious discovering just what kinds of things I can do with this. It'll be a whole new form of torture by water." With that, he dropped the wire back into the water. Amanda's back arched as shock after shock caused her body to convulse. King Lewis' eyes widened with pleasure as he moved the box closer to the water. The shocks increased in pain and Amanda began to twitch violently. Finally, he pushed the box to the edge and over into the water. Amanda screamed, but, because her mouth was sown shut, it came out muffled, and somehow not being able to scream properly made the pain so much worse. She thrashed and convulsed as though having a seizure. Her eyes were wide open and she tried to breathe through her nose but could only get a few small gasps in between convulsions. This pain was the worst she had ever felt. It penetrated deep into her body making her insides squeeze painfully.

Faintly, she heard the door to the dungeon open and a voice called down, "My King! You are needed up here!"

The King groaned in displeasure, but stood up and made his way to his clothes. He dressed and called, "Let's see how long you can survive this, my pet!" With that, he left Amanda alone to be shocked repeatedly. She screamed and screamed and tried to break free. But her body was no longer able to do anything but twitch violently. She wasn't sure how long she'd been like that, but finally she began to feel her body numbing. The convulsing continued but seemed slower and more difficult as her body grew heavier. Her head fell back against the wall and her eyes began to close. She could feel it coming. Death. Her senses were failing, her body weakening; blackness swam around her mind and before her eyes. She was sinking into it. Welcoming it. Thanking the Goddess that She had finally come to her child's aid. She was ready and eager to die so she could escape the Hell she'd been in for the last few months. Suddenly, she felt like she was flying. She was lifted out of the water and into warmth. She sighed as she realized Death had decided to start taking away some of her pain. She heard a voice through the fuzziness in her head. 'Goddess?' Amanda thought, 'Is that you? Have you come to welcome me to the next stage of life?' The voice was still calling to her, and she tried to focus on it. Soon, it became clearer. It was her name being called. Over and over in a frantic yet loving tone. It sounded familiar and filled Amanda with comfort. And then the voice became louder and demanded her full attention.

"Amanda! Come on baby. Please! Please wake up! You can't leave me! Please! I can't live without you. I love you. I need you. Please come back to me."

Amanda pushed open her eyes. Through her blurry vision, she could see someone leaning over her. She blinked once, twice, and the figure grew clear. Amanda felt joy when she recognized the sight of her lover. Her beautiful tanned skin, her shaggy brown hair, her gorgeous brown eyes. She anchored herself onto those eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her. She felt like smiling though she wasn't sure if it was showing on her face; she couldn't feel any part of her body.

"Amanda?" her soulmate gasped.

Amanda opened her mouth, vaguely realizing it was no longer sown shut, to speak but it only came out in a whisper, "Olivia." Amanda smiled as she said the name for the last time. She let all the love she felt for her mate show in her eyes before she finally allowed them to close. The soft arms of Death were open for her, ready to catch her when she fell. And with one last gasp, "I love you", Amanda felt her body sag, her breath leave her, and she fell into Death's arms.