Warning: violence ahead. Do not read if this offends. Also contains spoilers for Undercover.
Disclaimer- Characters are not mine. I only own the story line.
"Cap", called Fin from across the squad room, "Just got a call from a local uni down in Chelsea. Possible rape homicide, 911 caller said he heard gunshots followed by a woman screaming."
Cragen nodded. "Benson is down in Chelsea, have her meet you there."
Fin took out his phone and dialed Olivia's number while Cragen retreated into his office. When he was met with her voicemail, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked over to join Cragen in the room.
"Cap', Benson isn't answering her phone. I don't want to bug Munch on his day off; I'm just going to go check it out."
Cragen felt a small wave of uneasiness wash over him. He knew they had lost contact with Elliot and he knew that Olivia had gone to check on him. She was supposed to call when she left Elliot's crash pad; which should have been about twenty minutes ago.
Everything was probably fine but he knew he wouldn't feel any better unless he knew for sure that his detectives were safe.
"Fin", called Cragen before he could leave the room, "What did you say the address was on the call?"
He was dieing. Oh, God, he was dieing. Olivia tried to push her way past Bushido and get to Elliot but her body was caught with his and was flung down onto the bed.
She heard Elliot struggle to get to his feet and for a moment her heart fluttered in relief that he was still alive. But then there was a sickening thug as his body, once again, collided with the floor.
He was shot. He was going to die. She was going to be raped.
All these realizations hit her, hard, as Bushido climbed on top of her and began biting her neck. She screamed and Bushido looked up to revel in the pain he was causing.
He snickered at the horror on Olivia's face. All she could do was scream. She didn't care if Bushido shot her anymore. All she cared about was Elliot, who was lying on the floor, bleeding to death. She tried to push Bushido off of her, but he was too heavy.
He drew his arm back and slammed the pistol into the side of her face, splitting her lip and breaking her cheek bone.
She screamed in pain but Bushido caught the sound with his lips, forcing his tongue in her mouth. Olivia felt him shift and realized too late that he was removing his pants. Her vision blurred as she fought back tears.
He collapsed on top of her again and started panting in her ear. "I am really going to enjoy this," He snarled. "I am going to fuck you so hard."
She felt him, throbbing at her entrance and let out the most terrified shriek she could possibly manage. Anything, if it meant getting someone's attention, and out of this nightmare.
She heard the sickening gurgles on the floor where Elliot lay and she knew he didn't have much time left. His lung was filling up with blood and soon he would be unable to breathe.
She screamed again and Bushido threw the gun to the other side of the room and covered her mouth with his now free hand while the other grasped between her legs.
"Shut up!" He shouted into her ear, "Shut up before you make this worse for yourself!"
Olivia ignored the ringing in her head as she continued to struggle beneath him. It seemed her writhing only excited him more.
Bushido licked the side of her face and stuck two thick fingers inside of her. She screamed into his palm and twisted her body, trying to get away from him.
He worked his fingers, hard, inside of her, tormenting her, as he had since the moment he discovered her badge.
This was it.
There was no stopping him.
Images of Sealview passed through her mind as she was once again taken to that basement; where she endured much of the same. She could feel Harris over her, his erection on her lips, Bushido's on her thigh.
She was crying hysterically now and with Bushido's palm over her mouth and her nose stopped up from crying she was struggling to breathe.
She pushed up on his chest with all the strength she had but only succeeded in earning herself another slap. She gasped for air as his hand momentarily left her mouth to strike.
She couldn't fight anymore. Everything blurred and the room began to spin as she felt Bushido remove his fingers and drive into her with a single thrust.
She screamed into his palm as the pain shot through her. She felt like she was being torn in half as he withdrew and plunged back into her. All she could do was scream. She didn't care that she was making him angry, she didn't care that no one could hear her muffled cries. Her sole focus was on the man on top of her, inside of her.
She couldn't breathe now, crying having made her nose completely useless. She choked into his hand as he laughed and thrust into her harder than before.
The torture never seemed to end; only accelerate and fortify as her revulsion aroused him further. Her arms were pinned between them as his hand sought out her clit and began rubbing harshly.
He sped up his thrusts and his hand pressed harder over her mouth when he saw her face turning a sickening blue.
Her world went dark shortly after. She couldn't see what was happening around her but she could feel and she could hear.
She knew there were other people in the room now and she felt oxygen rush into her bruised chest when Bushido's body was pulled off of hers.
She could hear Cragen and several other men, whose voices she did not recognize. She felt the pressure on her shoulder that at some point had started bleeding again.
She could feel the painful, clamminess between her legs and she wanted desperately to close them but her body just wouldn't respond.
She was getting weaker, exhaustion settling in, and she fought for comprehension as she was removed from the soft bed and placed onto something hard.
Straps held her down and her heart started thundering in her chest at the thought of not being able to protect herself.
Finally, she was granted the mercy of sleep, as an oxygen mask was placed over her nose and mouth and they carried her away on the stretcher.
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