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A/N Hello, readers, fans, flamers, and lurkers! We got a real treat for you; this sites first full Livid fic. Of course they'll be lots of angst and trouble and drama and what have you, but it is NOT, I repeat, is NOT gonna turn EO. EOers, I encourage you to read it still because it's a great story, lots of intensity and angst, and I really think you'll like it but it's up to you and if you choose to turn back now, there's a lot of other great EO fics on this site I'm sure you'll enjoy and I'll be more than happy to give recommendations.
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She hated everything about her. Every single inch of that fat ugly whore made her stomach cringe in disgust. She was far too old and vile to get her own man so she had to steal hers, the stupid bitch!
There wasn't a single minute doubt in Ashlee Coil's mind that Olivia Benson was the biggest whore in the entire world. She stole David from her, the man he had been madly head over heels in love with since she had first laid eyes on him almost fifteen years ago, and that horrid cunt had taken him away from her.
Sure there had been others that had tried but Ashley managed to scare them away. A few threats, one
or two sob stories about her being the 'other woman', a couple beatings, and even the occasional murder… It was well worth it for his love that she KNEW he returned, even if he didn't admit it. Ashlee even managed to scare that whore of a wife away along with her bratty kids who seemed determined to make David ignore her completely.
But this one… this one was different. He looked at her differently than those othe rwhores. He looked at her the exact same way Ashlee knew he looked like when he thought of her. She watched as the 'couple' made their way down the street. Ashlee cringed in disgust and rolled her light green eyes to the heavens as she saw their hands clasped firmly together while Olivia laughed at something hilarious David had told her. Out of sight, but she knew she would never be out of his mind just like he was never out of hers.
He walked her to a building and Ashlee clutched the alley wall beside her, praying that he wouldn't be seduced by that monsters lies. Only Ashlee deserved what she knew would be a night of pure and absolute bliss, all others didn't even deserve to lay their unworthy eyes on him including this whore.
Tears stung her eyes and made their way down her pale face as the two leaned in and kissed, his arms wrapped around her waist while she
draped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Her breath trembled as his lips moved down his face to her jaw to her neck, Olivia's eyes closing as she pressed up against him.
A sob ripped past Ashlee's lips as they watched Olivia take him by the hand, leading him inside the building. Her hands clenched in anger, her body began shaking uncontrollably while an irate rage filled and possessed her beyond any measure of a sane man.
Ashlee loved David, no one else, and she knew he loved none but her. If it wasn't for all of the whores like Olivia he would be with her and only her. She would rather him die in her arms tomorrow then live a hundred more years with someone who Ashlee knew didn't love him like she did and she knew he felt the same way she did.
The blonde took a long deep breath to compose herself as she wiped the tears away. A cold, cruel cunning grin overtook her lips as a perfect plan formed in her mind. This one wouldn't be that hard to get rid of. She knew Olivia investigated rape thanks to the hours of research she had done on her. If it didn't work, and she almost hoped it didn't so she would have a chance to rid herself of the pitiful competition, there was already plan B which she had down to a science having had to do it on four other whores who thought David was there to use and abuse. A long rope and a rafter in her apartment would do just perfect for a cunt like her…
Smiling at the prospect of watching the life seep out of the Detective and forcing her mind to be clean of the vomit inducing image of his lips on hers, she walked merrily away…
…
"David! Oh God, harder, David, harder!" Ashlee screamed at the large biker she had picked up at a bar
who had eagerly accepted to come home with her.
"I told you!" the man snarled as he pounded her opening as hard and as fast as he could as he grabbed her breasts so hard he left bruises, as instructed specifically by her, "my name is Jackson!"
Ashlee ignored his words, instead choosing to just close her eyes tighter and pictured the large beastly man above her as the Adonis-like David Haden. His body built to perfection, his hair long enough so she could run her fingers through it, imagining the tresses to feel as soft and silky as they looked. "Hit me!" she gasped as she clamped her legs around him tightly so there would be more bruises there. When the man hesitated she screamed the order again and he quickly agreed to the command. He hit her once twice, three times across the face. "Harder!" she shrieked. "Hit me harder everywhere!"
Pausing just a moment to wonder just what the fuck was wrong with the chick, he began to hit her everywhere he could reach as fast as his fists could fly.
"Hold my wrists above my head!" ordered Ashlee as she slammed up against him as hard as she could, "fight me!"
He did as instructed and she moaned happily as she felt a bit of blood seep out form her, feeling bruises and marks rising all over her body. It would be perfect…
Minutes later he came hard inside the condom she ordered him to wear. The moment he was done Ashlee pushed him off her and stormed towards the door and opened it. "Thanks," she said dryly. "You can go now."
Jackson simply narrowed his eyes in confusion for a long moment. "GO!" she shrieked stomping her
foot. "You're not him! YOU'RE NOT HIM!"
"You're fucking insane," she heard him mutter as he gathered his clothes, hurrying out of the small apartment as fast as she had offered to take him home.
She slammed the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned her head up against the wood. She didn't enjoy sex. Not anymore. Not since she and David made love all night long and well into the morning. Well… What she imagined all night sex would be with him. It was just a
means to an end in her plots to rid him of undesirables that thought they were good enough for him.
Smiling through her broken and bleeding lips, Ashlee walked into the bathroom and kneeled down in front of the toilet. She forced herself to vomit up the miniscule amount of food and water she had digested that day.
Afterwards she stood in front of the mirror and frowned as she looked at her emancipated body and pinched a miniscule amount of fat she still had left on her stomach. A size double 0 was big on her but she knew she was still far too fat for David to enjoy. She knew he loved his women thin and that ugly fat bitch Olivia couldn't satisfy him the way Ashlee could.
After swearing off any food for the next three days, she headed off to bed, passionately kissed the one photo of David he knew was taken, and fell asleep. She was gonna have a long day tomorrow…
...
"I'm Olivia Benson, I'm a Detective," Olivia spoke softly to the beaten woman beside her desk that had been there when she walked in this morning, her mousy blonde hair knotted and stringy, not an inch of pale skin left un-bruised and untainted. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Ash- Ashlee Coil," Ashlee muttered as she cast her eyes to the floor and sniffed away tears.
"Can you tell me what happened, Ashlee?" asked Olivia gently, already having a clear cut idea of what this poor woman had been forced to go through.
Ashlee let out a sob and shook her head. "You wo- won't believe me!"
"Honey, listen to me. I promise whatever you tell me I will believe. You don't have to be afraid anymore," Olivia told her, her heart breaking in pieces.
Ashlee wiped away the tears, wincing as her hand brushed against her bruises. "I- I was raped, an- and…"
"And what?" Olivia asked, trying to get at least part of the story from her victim.
A desperate, frantic sob escaped her as she pointed with a shaking finger to the picture of EADA David Haden on Olivia's desk, "an- and he did it!"
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