A/N: Hey! This is the second chapter and its coming along okay I guess! I really appreciate any reviews or suggestions you guys have for this because I want to make it better :) Thanks a bunch for reading!
November 13
Liv felt the covers being ripped off of her and something hard pressing against her temple. Her eyes flew open, but she dared not wince.
"Scream, your brains are going on the wall." Growled a mean, husky voice that undoubtfully belonged to a man. Before she could even nod slowly in response, the captor grabbed her forearm firmly with his gloved own and yanked her off the couch. Liv couldn't help but stumble as she'd just been woken up not quite as she would've liked. She'd lost her balance and the only thing that was keeping her upright was the assailants strong arm keeping a death grip on her. It was excrushiatingly painful to admit Liv was relying her balance on a man who'd evidently broken into her house. It was even more painful to see herself in the mirror on the wall. Her normally tan, warm face was pale and shallow, and her hair was thrown back in a clip she had thrown it into earlier. Her body went even more rigid in fear when she noticed the man who held her. He was wearing all black including a black ski mask. He was big, but not as big as Elliot. It hurt her to admit he could easily overpower her, but she forced that in the back of her mind. What she needed to do know was figure out how to survive.
He pressed his crotch against her ass, digging the gun in her temple even harder. He pushed her forward with just his body, making extra careful to emphasize how quiet she should be with the gun. They entered the bedroom and Liv's heart sank at the helpless lump on her bed. She didn't expect him to be sitting up pointing his own gun defensively at the man, demanding he let her go. Suddenly she wished she had actually given him the coffee he'd requested earlier. A quick glance at the clock gave her the answer she needed as to what time it was. 5:01. Great, no one would expecting them at the office for another three hours at the least. The increased amount of time gave the guy a dandy amount of time to murder both of them. Surely the neighbors would hear them, then again most of her neighbors were either sex addicts or mean, old ladies, neither of which would be compelled to call the police right away. Besides, even if they did, the perp would be gone and they would be dead.
Liv wondered how the team would take it when they found their brains splashed across the walls of Liv's bedroom. She shoved that thought farther back into her mind as well as the others that popped up. Her focus now was Elliot. Sadly so was the perp's.
"Wake him up." He growled into her ear shoving her over to Elliot's deeply breathing body. At first Olivia wasn't sure what to do. It was in her last intrest to wake Elliot up and drag him into this fucking mess, but the way the perp was directing the gun at her head made her have to oblige. She walked slowly and tentivly over to where Elliot peacefully lay, his eyes closed in a deep, entrancing sleep. Olivia looked back at the perp begging him silently with her eyes to leave him the hell out of this. He tightened his grip on the gun and shifted, meaning business.
"Elliot." She squeaked and tugged at the bedsheets, squeezing her eyes shut. The way her voice sounded wasn't the way it should have. Olivia Benson's voice was usually full of confidence, snark, and of course the slight hint of sarcasm. Now it was like that of a child; scared and soft.
Elliot shifted under the covers, but he did pop open his eyes briefly enough to see the look of utter distress plastered on Liv's face. He shot up in bed, his head pounding around him. He didn't really care though, it was her that he cared about. Involuntarily he reached out his hand to her, but then he heard the click of the gun in the doorway and the distinguishable sob of Liv next to him. A far away ringing in his ears sounded when he realized what had happened.
"Take whatever you want." Elliot breathed softly to the assailant, only wanting to get them both out of there alive. The man didn't lower his gun, nor did he make any movement to indicate he had even heard Elliot's plea. A few moments passed, Elliot remained sitting in bed adreniline pulsing through his veins. Liv remained frozen to the spot feeling horribly guilty for pulling him down with her, but she didn't exactly have the choice.
"I want her." The man finally growled deeply. Liv's body, if possible, went even more rigid. Elliot saw her small body swaying; out of emotion, out of panic.
"You know I can't let you have her." Elliot whispered firmly to the assailant. He hoped, prayed, wished on his life that this man would leave Olivia alone. The last thing he wanted was for Liv to be hurting even more.
"Oh really?" The voice of him came out sarcastic and harsh. He walked over to Liv's shaking figure taking long strides as he went. Elliot flinched wanting to pound his face in for getting so close to her. How dare he even think for a second he could touch her. His gloved hand was stroking the side of her face, she closed her eyes trying to block the image out, but he wouldn't stop. "It's either you come detective, or you don't." Given his limited choices, Elliot obviously chose the choice that would have the greater chance of getting Liv safe. He wouldn't, he couldn't, leave her alone, not with him, not with anyone.
"I'll go, just please don't hurt her." Elliot pleaded with the man. He didn't like himself for begging like that, it gave him the satisfaction of having control, but the pained look on Liv's face was the horrid proof that he didn't know what else to do. He had let this happen to her. It was his fault.
"No promises." Growled the man harshly. "Now get up and follow me. You try anything, this little whores gonna be splattered on a wall, get it?" Elliot nodded at the vicious threat and for once in his life he knew that he had no intention to try and escape. At least not yet, not with him so menacing and dangerous. Not with Liv in his arms.
"Okay." Elliot said trying to remain calm, although he was on his last nerve. His adrenaline was racing madly and he fought every urge there was to kill the guy with his bare hands right there. He just couldn't risk him hurting Liv. The man ushered for Elliot to go first out the door and he quickly followed with his arm securely wrapped around her shoulders and the gun digging into her temple. Out into the hallway, down the elevator, into the frigid parking lot...Elliot and Olivia both hoped to god someone would see them...anyone. It wasn't the most normal sight to see a man with bulging muscles and tatos snaking up his arms only concealed in boxers in public at 5:00. Not to mention the fact that seeing a gun being held to someones head in the violent nature that presented itself to Liv, was a obvious outcry for help. But who would be looking out their window at 5:00 o'clock in the morning. Certainly not sex addicts or crazy, old ladies.
The man shoved them in the back of a big black van parked somewhere near the back of the parking lot. Elliot landed a little more gracefully then Liv, who smashed painfully into a cage nestled in the back. After the doors swung shut and ignition start seconds later Elliot proceeded in banging on the doors of the van, convincing himself every time he did that, the doors got a little weaker.
"El, stop!" Liv whimpered from the back. Elliot turned to face her and saw that her head was bleeding, somewhat like his had been the night before.
"Liv..." He crawled over to her, avoiding the various things scattered on the floor that scared the absolute shit out of him. There was a large rope that was looped into a noose, dirty looking cloths that were covering in suspicious red stains, not to mention the actual blood stains on the carpets themselves.
He drew his focus back to Olivia, giving his imagination some time to make up excuses as to why these things were here. Seeing to dismay that she was silently panicking, he wrapped his arms around her.
"It's okay, Liv. You're gonna be okay." He rubbed her back in soothing circles as she melted into him. Not sure if this was actually a dream now, Elliot looked at a glimpse his partners anguish stained face. He hadn't seen Liv this way in god knows how long. Not because she didn't stress out, but because she was damn good at hiding her emotions.
"El, its not me that I'm worried about. Its you." She squeaked with a shudder into his shoulder. He pulled her away to get a full view of her.
"What do you mean?" He asked. She should be far more concerned about her welfare than his, after all he felt like there was a bigger risk of Liv being assaulted. It gave him thoughts he had never wanted to imagine, but were hard to force out of his find.
"I mean if he hurts you...I could never live with myself knowing that you might still be okay if it weren't for me." Liv sniffled. Elliot brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"No, Liv. This wasn't and isn't ever going to be your fault. You here?" He cradled her head in the nook of his neck and leaned back against the side of the van. He buried his eyes and nose in her hair, becoming slightly more sound with the smell of vanilla and lavendar shampoo that she usually wore, knowing that he wasn't going through this alone. They had each other.
And so they drove.
And drove.
And drove.
It must've been hours since they'd been held at gunpoint at Liv's apartment. Elliot could barely see out the tainted windows, but knew that they were definitely no longer in New York City, much less any city. Pine trees with snow stuck on every branch whipped past them. El knew they were going fast, too fat. His grip tightened around Liv wanting her to feel safe. Thats when they both felt the van slowing. Liv picked up her head with tired hopeful eyes, wondering what could be happening. Soon they were at a dead stop. The back doors of the van swung open and the man-minus his ski mask- had the gun pointed at them once more.
"Get out." He ordered Liv. She climbed hesitantly from Elliot's arms scared to death he was going to separate them. "You too." He order Elliot. He climbed out quickly wanting to be a safely close distance to Liv. This slight pause in the rapid pace they were moving gave them both a look at his face, closely.
He had a pudgy face, not exactly attractive, dark eyes that didn't look like they had a distinct color, and shaggy, greasy black hair. For some reason it gave Elliot the impression of a sullen teenager even though the guy had to be about 30.
"Walk." He ordered them, jerking his gun in the direction of a barely there path circling into the deep, snowy forest. They both obliged, walking stiffly scared to death that any fast movements would spook him and one of them would end up dead.
It took minutes for them to be completely surrounded by snowy white trees and the occasional brown branch poking through the curtain of it. The van disappeared. The black road disappeared. Any chance of society disappeared. It was only the steady breathing of Elliot beside her, and the hitched breathing of the man behind her that kept her back to the reality of danger. If she had been here on any other circumstances, she would find the scenery quite peaceful.
Elliot didn't know how long they walked, only that when they got to the cabin, his feet were numb and he could feel the beginning of frost bite on his nose, his chest, and pretty much his whole body considering he was only in boxers. It made him cringe that they were so far away from any other human besides each other. No one would ever hear the gun shots or screams of pain coming from inside that cabin. No one could help.
"Be still." The man ordered. They both froze in their tracks, a bit happy for the delay in entering the cabin. Who knows, once they got in there, they might never be able to get out. A moment later Liv felt a painful pinch in her neck, and she whirled around, startled. A syringe was in his hand and she knew exactly what he had done. Soon enough everything around her was spinning. The big white trees didn't seem so menacing anymore and the cabin didn't seem so scary. All she wanted to do was lay down and eat some chocolate and marshmallows. Chocolate and marshmallows sounded really good. Maybe the cabin had some chocolate and marshmallows inside. The last thing she heard before she passed out was Elliot's voice telling her it would all be okay. Marshmallows.
His pretty eyes were looming over her. She could smell his breath, his sweet, sweet breath. The breath she sometimes wanted to feel on her neck, on her face, on her lips. He was saying something to her in a panicked tone that made her wake up faster then either one expected. The slight ringing she had in her ears faded.
"Liv, are you okay?" Elliot asked. His tone was frightened and tentative. More scared then she actually expected considering the fact that she sat herself up only feeling hungover.
"El, I'm fine." Liv told him soothingly. She didn't like when he was scared, because Elliot never got scared. The moment her eyes fully adjusted to the dim light around her, she knew something was wrong. Not wrong in the sense that the memories of them being abducted in the back of a van, but the way the room was set up. Red and cream candles were miscellaneously laid across the floor, sending a dancing eerie light splayed across the walls. Fresh rose petals scattered the floor along with a bottel of champaign nestled in a metal bucket. The things that bothered her the most were the way the dirty, gray walls had no windows and the bed. The bed was nestled in the corner of the room also covered in rose petals with a deep velvet blanket on it. As comfortable as it looked, it sent shivers down Liv's back. "What happened?" Liv asked when Elliot didn't respond to her last comment. In fact he looked absolutely sick to his stomach.
"I-I, theres, h-he might," Elliot stuttered, his voice sounding small and weak. Liv lay a gentle hand on his bare arm. He hung his head and took a shuddering breath. "Oh my god Liv, I don't know what to do." Liv heard the pain in his voice and took this as a chance to fully wrap her arms around his sagging shoulders.
"We'll be okay, El." Liv soothed him gently. She knew something happened while she had been knocked out of it. She wondered if Elliot had been drugged too, but quickly decided that he probably hadn't. The reason why, she hadn't a clue. She noticed that Elliot was shaking in her arms, even though his bare upper body was hot. Hot as in the temperature. "El, please tell me what happened." Liv almost begged him.
Elliot just took a shuddering breath, like he couldn't bare say. "Liv, if I hurt you, I couldn't..." he whimpered. Liv pulled away from him a little bit, not sure if she just heard him right. What was he talking about hurting her, when they already had one psycho to deal with.
"What?" Her voice came out more accusing then she'd originally planned. Maybe Elliot actually had been drugged and the fading affects were getting him screwed up with reality. Somehow she wished that was the case.
"Liv, he's going to make me hurt you." That was Elliot's first full sentence and it scared the hell out of Olivia. Please make this be a joke. Some sick, disgusting joke that Fin and Elliot are playing on her. So when his face breaks into a smile and yells, "gotcha!" she can punch him in the face. It wasn't a joke though, and she knew it. His pained eyes were cloudy with tears and his body was quivering with the horrible truth of the situation.
"El-" Liv started to say, but a loud bang cut her off. She jumped back a bit away from Elliot, startled. A large metal door that she hadn't noticed on the wall behind them, swung open. The man that had taken them was standing there, with nostrils flared and an angry beat red face.
"I told you not to tell her." He hissed in a snaky voice that sent shivers running through Olivia. Tell her what? That he was going to hurt her? The man's face broke into a wide smile at the look of utter shock on her face. "Oh, you don't believe him?" He teased in a mocking voice. "Well, I would because he's going to. If he refuses," a swift movement from one of his hands brought the gun out from the pocket of his jacket, "bang!" He mocked shooting Olivia right in the head.
Liv barely noticed Elliot was trembling harder then she was. Only because she thought he would never think of hurting her. Because she trusted him with her life.
"Now, I'm going to have to explain some of the rules of the game to you." He said kicking the door shut with his foot sending another bang through the room. "Actually, first I have to introduce myself." He said in a giggling tone. "Joham. My mother gave me that fucking name, but originality is good." It startled Liv that he was talking to them in such a comfortable tone. Although he was undoubtedly a psycho after all. "Now for the rules. He is going to do everything to you, that I tell him to." Joham said directing his words towards Olivia. "I already explained most of it to him and I wanted the pleasure of telling you myself, but looks like he took that already." He shrugged, rolling his eyes a bit. "That'll just make him do worse to you." He said in a carefree tone. Elliot's blood froze. Did he just potentially hurt her more by telling her? "You will do as I say because I'm going to be watching you. I'll be hidden, but still watching." Joham chuckled. "Now I would suggest getting some sleep before we start which is going to be at precisely 12 o'clock. It's five now, so don't waste your time." Then he was gone, the doors bang the only proof he'd been there seconds before explaining the sick twisted thing he called a game.
They sat there in utter shock for a moment, taking in the harsh sting of his words. It wasn't one of those things that you could imagine ever happening. Liv could never imagine Elliot hurting her. Getting in fights with each other maybe, but not physically hurting her. Elliot couldn't bring himself to think about it either. The sincerity of Joham's words when he had explained to him the whole prospect of the game.
Liv had been passed out on the floor, Elliot was speechless as his cold voice ripped through the air. He told him he was going to make him fuck her senseless.
"I would do it myself, but I don't exactly get off on doing it myself." Joham had said, his face turning red. It made Elliot's stomach twist into knots hoping to god that he wouldn't make him violate Liv like that. He couldn't do that.
"El..." Liv's voice came out small and whimpered. "We have to get out of here." The desperation in her voice startled him a bit.
"Liv, I-I," He stuttered, scared about telling her about what Joham said, "he's gonna m-make me." Thats all he could get out without breaking down in anger and fear that this was happening. Liv wrapped her arms around Elliot once more and buried her face into his chest. It was then that she let out her tears for the first time in that room. Angry tears. Scared tears. Every emotion of tears that you could think up came spilling out on his bare chest letting him know that she was as confused and upset as he was. She wanted to stop and be strong, tell him that they'd make it out of there, but she couldn't. Because it was a lie.
"It'll be okay, El. You can hurt me if it means you get out of here." She whimpered meaning every word. As long as he could get out, find help, even it meant him beating her to nothing. Of course Elliot hadn't told her yet about the sex part. Even then she would've insisted he do it, for their own good. His strong arms, that didn't seem so strong at the current moment, slipped around her waist. They tightened when she encouraged him to take the risk of hurting her.
"I can't hurt you, Liv. You know that." Elliot whispered to her, silently begging and pleading for her to yell at him, make him angry, so that if the time came raping her might seem easier. Her reassurance that it was okay didn't make him feel any better. It made him feel so much worse.
"Elliot, please just do it. He'll hurt us both if you don't." She sniffled into him hoping it would be easier when the time came. Trying to hide her fear and weakness she pulled away and ushered to the bed. "You should get some sleep." It hurt him deeply that she was so eager to hide her true feelings. It was obvious that she was scared as hell. Who wouldn't be? He wanted to hold her, tell her he was so sorry, but he couldn't. He urged her to share the bed with him as it was relatively big, but she argued that she didn't want to sleep on anything that bastard had serviced for them. He had to agree.
So they both curled up in balls on the floor. Liv made sure she was separated a safe distance from Elliot, which hurt him. She was scared of him already, even though he hadn't yet touched her. After a few grueling hours had passed, Elliot thought she was asleep. Of course she wasn't.
How could anyone sleep in a situation like this? Exhaustion, maybe, but she wasn't going to let herself be woken up, confused and have all of the memories flood back to her like they had earlier. Liv pretended not to notice Elliot scooch over to her and wrap his arms around her, whispering apologies in advance in her ear.
Neither one of them slept a wink that night. They could only guess the number of minutes they had until 12 o'clock rolled around.