Disclaimer: still don't own anything ….

OK so I decided to update this I think I'm going to make this a regular thing and hopefully ill be able to update more often now. Thank you for the reviews. Oh and this is going to get very dark very quickly so if you don't like graphic scenes or bad language ...then I suggest you don't read this story :D.

Lewis dumped her lifeless body onto a kitchen chair. She was sat slumped against it her head drooped down resting on her shoulder, he held her body back to stop her falling forward. He lay her head against the back of the chair and when he was confident she wouldn't fall he went over to her kitchen cupboards. He raided through the drawers, the cupboards checking through everything every now and again taking out an object. When he was finished he had a small pile of objects grouped on her kitchen counter. There was a roll of cello tape, her house keys, her badge and a a couple of knives and other sharp objects. He grabbed the cello tape and a knife and walked back over to Olivia. He looked down on her smiling evilly, before taping her hands behind her back against the chair. Then he taped her ankles each to a chair leg and finally a piece of tape across her mouth. When he was sure she was fully restrained he placed the tape and knife back on the counter.

He walked into the bathroom where he had already brought along a bag of his own supplies. He took out a can of 5-Crazy and Drank a hefty amount then he walked back into the kitchen with his bag and his can. He dumped the back on the floor near the table and walked over to the stove. He then lit it and brought out a pan. Bringing the ingredients together to make crystal meth. It took him a couple of attempts but he finally finished it and wasted no time in injecting it. He felt the high almost immediately and felt like he'd gained more energy instantly. He stood and smiled to himself before looking over to where Olivia sat.

Olivia stirred to the strong odour coming from her kitchen. What the hell is that? Meth? What's happening? Oh god! It hit her fast. William lewis. He was here. In her apartment. She immediately tried to move her limbs but couldn't. She fought to try and move her arms, her legs. Anything. But nothing worked. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her head felt heavy on her shoulders and it ached like hell. The foul smell of home made drugs continued to assault her nose as she tried to turn her face away from the kitchen. That was her first mistake.

Her movement caught lewis's eye who grinned sinisterly. "Hey, morning sleepy head." He walked menacingly toward her. Pulling another kitchen chair away from the table and dragging it towards her. he then sat down. His eyes boring into hers. The grin never leaving his lips. He sat close to her. Too close. Olivia thought. He reached his hand out and moved a strand of hair away from her face. She jerked her head back from his touch and snarled. He simply laughed and retracted his hand. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." He sneered. He walked into the bedroom where he'd left her gun and as he promised he went straight back to her and sat down this time with the gun pointed at her chest. Olivia's face changed slightly. A sense of dread crept into her heart and she knew it must be showing. She tried to hide it. She tried to be bad ass Benson. completely unafraid. Fearless. But under the circumstances it was growing more difficult.

Lewis again leant forward and stroked her cheek, Olivia moved her face but this time less harshly. Lewis didn't laugh this time instead he grabbed her chin and kept a tight grip. She tried to say something but no coherent words came out instead just muffled noises against the silver tape. "you do as I say now, okay? I can do what I want and you cant do anything about it. Detective." He added on the end almost mocking her. Still she fought. Her wrists and ankles fought against their restraints her mouth fought against the tape and her her face fought to get away from his harsh grip. Eventually he let go and she managed to move her head back. Her eyes were harsh as she stared at him. Not backing down. Lewis's evil smirk once again returned as he hit her across her face. Her head snapped to the right hand side with the cruel contact. A muffled moan escaped her lips as she moved her head back to its original position. She didn't try and talk, she barely moved but their eyes never left each others. They were trying to stare each other down. Find out who would blink first. But neither did until lewis simply walked away from her. Her face stung as she tried to work out what was going on properly. Lewis hummed as he stood again over her stove. He whistled and sung, his voice filling the silence between them as Olivia twisted her wrists and scratched at the tape. She wanted to turn to look at lewis but decided against it. Instead she kept her head low. But then a few seconds later footsteps approached her. He stood to the side of her. She glanced up slowly, Not wanting to look him in the eyes. He was stood over her. When she finally managed to look him in the face, she discovered he was looking straight at her. He was holding something. A pan? What? What the hell was he doing? Almost reading her thoughts he brought the pan down to her eye level. When she cautiously looked inside she saw her keys and badge. They were glowing. Dying down from the white hot colour they had adapted. She could see the steam coming of them and she knew what he was going to do. He smile widened. Her eyes glistened with fear. Her muffled voice rose again against the tape, she shook her head. Trying desperately to tell him. Don't do this lewis. Just think. Think about what your doing this isn't right this cant be happening to me.

"What's that? I cant hear you?" he mocked.

His hand reached down into the pan and she heard the group of keys clang together.

Her mind raced, trying to send him messages that her mouth couldn't deliver.

Lewis don't.

He pulled out the group of keys. The metal was still scorching hot and yet he didn't even flinch as he held them in his fist.

Just stop

He brought them closer to her, she felt the heat emitting from it and her eyes moved wildly.

No!

He slapped the keys against her neck and held them there twisting them against her sensitive skin. Her skin automatically started glowing red. She screamed against the tape unable to stop herself. The pain seared through her. She felt sick. Her eyes closed tightly and then finally he released her, moving the keys and dropping them back into the pan. "look at me." she didn't respond.

"Look at me!" He shouted, slapping her across the face yet again letting out another moan of pain. Her eyes fluttered open. And his face was in hers. She felt his breath on her face and she wanted to move away but she didn't dare. Her neck still throbbing from the attack. He laughed in her face as he saw the horror in her eyes as she struggled to keep them open. "That? That was nothing. Wait til you see what's coming next"

Olivia shut her eyes and tried to forget what was happening. But she knew things would only get worse. And she was right.