Disclaimer - Maria Frank is my own creation. John Munch belongs to Law and Order: SVU. As said in the first chapter, this fic contains dark material. Do not wanna watch, do not read.

Dusk. Two hours later:

Donald Cragen frowned as he hung up his office phone. He hadn't been able to get in touch with either of his Sergeant or his Detective for the past two hours and his concern was growing. He knew they suppose to be serving an arrest warrant for Fraser Purcell, but he couldn't figure out what was taking so long.

He stepped out of his office and sighed heavily. "Anyone heard from Munch or Frank in a while?" Once everyone shook their heads 'no', their boss bit down on his bottom lip in concern. "This isn't good," he muttered. "Anyone up for a drive to the suspect's location?"

"I'll do it," Benson volunteered at the same time Fin stood up. "We'll go over and see what's taking so long." She grabbed her coat as Fin grabbed for his keys. "Did any calls for backup come up at all?"

"No, which is what's concerning me. The suspect lives in Queens, so it's not that much of a drive." Cragen gave them the address and watched them head out the door.

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Evening. Two hours later:

Pulling at the restraints holding his arms above his head, John Munch winced when he moved his burned shoulder from the taser marks. The cold concrete ground he was sitting on didn't offer any comfort. On the other side of the basement, Maria Frank was starting to stir and shivered in the darkened room, quickly noticing her shirt, shoes and socks were missing. "Oh, fuck." She pulled at the chain restraints and cried out from the pain. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"

"Easy, Mar." John panted, his stress level rising with each desperate word coming from her. "Maria, listen to me," he whispered, loud enough for her to hear. "You're going to be okay, you hear me?"

Detective Frank struggled to hear his words and taken them in, knowing he was trying to calm her. Scooting her legs under her body, she continued to struggle, ignoring the stinging pain from being tased. "I can't believe we fell for this," she scolded, finally giving up on the restraints. "We know better than this, John!"

Ignoring the hint of 'I'm blaming you' in her voice, Munch looked around the room to see if there was any windows. A small basement window located on the left wall was all they had, with a flimsy ceiling light above them. "We just have to keep a level head and think of a way out of this-"

"That's not going to happen," came a voice from the doorway, causing both captives to jump. "See, I have plans for you two and whether you make out of this or not alive, is up to you." He glanced over at Maria and saw a faint glimmer of fear in her eyes, mixed in with the anger. "I like the look on your face, detective."

"Fuck off." She hissed through her teeth, not removing her glare from his face.

Fraser stood up and wiggled a finger at her. "Tisk. Tisk. That's not polite language coming from a lady." He walked over to where Munch was sitting and crouched down, pulling something from his pocket. "Went through your wallet and found this little beauty." He held up a photograph and John's face went white. "For work partners, you two are really close." Purcell turned the image over and chuckled at the picture of John playfully hugging and kissing Maria on the cheek, her face red in embarrassment. "Taken on a vacation, I bet."

John jerked forward, attempting to strike him since he was leaning close. "What the hell do you want with us?" He snapped.

"What do I want? Let me tell you what I want." He leaned down, grabbing a fistful of John's silver hair to tilt his head back. "I want to continue to degrade and sexually torture people and here you two are." He stood, releasing John's hair with a thrust. Whistling, Fraser waited until his four pals were waiting by the door frame. "Grab the mattress and my bag," he ordered, pulling on the ceiling light cord.

The room filled with a dull brightness that caused the pair to grimace from the sudden light. A mattress was dragged into the middle of the room and Maria stiffened. No. Please, no. Her eyes shot over to John's face and he shared a similar expression - complete fear. A duffle bag was dropped on the mattress and Fraser opened it, reaching for a pair of scissors. "Let the games begin," he smirked. He walked over the Munch and leaned down, allowing two of his buddies to hold him back. "Stay still. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you."

Freezing at the contact of the cold metal against his skin, Munch locked his eyes on Maria's face and wordlessly tilted his head down a little, telling her to stay calm. Keeping perfectly still, John felt the scissors work their way up his body until they cut through his shirt. His sleeves were scissored next to free his arms and what remained of his work shirt was tossed aside. Purcell smirked and ran his fingertips down the older man's chest to the top of his slacks, chuckling when Munch's abdominal muscles tensed against the sensation.

Keeping silent, Fraser walked over to Maria with a sickening smile. A pair of hands held her shoulders back as she started struggling, her fear starting to take over her. "Nooo, please." She whined, closing her eyes when the suspect bent down in front of her. "Please, don't do this." She quietly pleaded, mental flashbacks to her rape years ago starting to creep back. Cold metal slipped under her right bra strap and sliced through the fabric, doing the same to the left strap. Trembling, Frank kept her eyes tightly shut as the scissors were slipped under the fabric and between her breasts, slowly slicing the fabric in two.

Struggling to keep her tears back, Maria cracked an eye open when she heard a scuffle on the other side, noticing John was struggling as hard as he could to get free, complete rage on his face. "Leave her alone!" He yelled, receiving a hard hit to the side of his head. Munch went quiet for a moment, but he didn't stop struggling against the pair of hands holding him back.

Trembling in fear, Frank glanced up at Fraser and tensed when he reached a hand down to cup a breast. His fingers were cold as he held her, a rough thumb lightly caressing a nipple, watching for every reaction in her face. "Can't stand it too much, can you?" He whispered sadistically, his tongue lashing out to lick Frank's neck. Maria flinched and turned her head away from the man's face, attempting to keep herself calm. "You may be able to keep yourself under control now, but I can assure you... you won't be for long." Purcell released her breast and stood, half turning to see a very pissed Munch glaring at him. "Get used to it, Sergeant. You will be witness and will also take part in our games."

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Evening. Three hours later:

Olivia Benson and Odafin Tutuola slowly parked near the Purcell residence and both shared a look. "I don't see John's car," Benson pointed out, twisting her head around to make sure she didn't overlook anything.

"Every light is off in the house, too." Fin frowned, wondering where his two friends and partners were. "This was the last place I know they were going after Frank's break." Cell ringing, he answered it and his frown grew as he listened. "Got it, Captain."

Liv watched her dark skinned partner carefully. "What?"

"Maria's neighbor who watches Zev - their bloodhound, hasn't seen or heard anyone entering the apartment. Zev's also been barking and acting frantic for the past three hours, even ignoring his evening half can of wet food." Fin explained, concern etched on his face. "Something's wrong, Liv. I know that dog and not once has he acted like that. Something is seriously wrong and he's sensing it."

The dark haired woman shook her head, staring at the house before them. "What do we do?"

"Cap said he's working something out so we can enter that house. He wants us sitting here until we see something suspicious, for the time being."

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Evening. Four hours later:

Left alone in the dark basement, Maria trembled as a chill enclosed around her. Unable to move her arms to cover her exposed chest, Frank attempted to stand, but failed. "Shit." She rested her head against the cold brick wall and groaned in frustration.

"Mar?" John's voice was faint in the darkness. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to stand. I'm fucking freezing and I don't like having my girls exposed like this," she muttered, trying again to move her legs under her.

John blinked against the darkness and heard a soft thud and more cussing, a sympathetic smile creasing his tired and thin lips. "Don't fight it, love. You're only going to hurt and exhaust yourself."

"I'm scared, John," she whispered softly, her words barely reaching his ears for him to hear. "I'm scared of what they're going to do to us. I'm scared for our lives."

Sighing heavily, Munch felt his heart breaking at her words. "I'm scared, too." He bowed his head in defeat, feeling helpless as he listened to her struggling pants, the rattling of her restraining chains echoing off of the walls.

To be continued...