Wow, I totally thought that this wouldn't get any reviews except for ones like 'give it a rest already, we're sick of you!', but hey I've had brilliant ones so thanks so much, if I've said it before I'll say it again. You guys rock. So just for you here is chapter 2.

Just want to warn you all that this chapter has a torture scene, not like hugely graphic and awful but still pretty cringe worthy.

Disclaimer: Maybe one day.

Interrogation

Elliot was sat on the opposite side of the couch from Olivia, who was pretty uncomfortable with her arms still cuffed behind her back. They were both amazed that a fully grown man like Marco was sat watching Spongebob squarepants and finding it hilarious.

Olivia looked over to Elliot as if to say 'is this guy for real'. Elliot just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. They all turned to the door, startled, as they heard the key card click it open.

Marco switched off the TV and stood up from his chair. "Hey Drake." He greeted him as he walked across the room, Olivia looked at him she was beginning to think that Marco was a suck up.

Pain travelled through her shoulder as Drake grabbed her and pulled her up from the couch. Elliot watched nervously as he dragged her across the hotel room and over to the breakfast bar in the kitchen. He grabbed her jacket in his hands and pulled her up and sat her down in one of the stools at the bar.

Drake jumped up and sat on the breakfast bar, directly in front of her. Elliot and everyone else joined them in the kitchen.

"What's your name?" Drake asked her casually, almost like it was some sort of date.

She noticed that everyone had gathered around and was watching them. Typical criminals having nothing better to do that watch her being manhandled.

"I said, what's your name?" He spat at her, grabbing her face in his hands and turning it so she was looking at him and not the others. She pulled her face away from his grasp, her cheeks were feeling a little bruised.

"Detective..." She said confidentially.

Drake laughed a little then jumped off the bar and grabbed her jacket in his hands again. He pulled her out of the stool and slammed her back down onto the breakfast bar. She cursed inwardly at the pain.

"You got a bad attitude lady…" He said, he brushed her jacket aside and pulled her badge off her belt. He then pulled her off the bar and back roughly into the stool.

"Olivia Benson." He informed the others, for some reason he emphasised the O in Olivia. This guy had said her name once and she already hated the way it came out of his dirty mouth.

"Manhattan SVU? What the hells that?" He asked her.

Olivia ignored him thinking that it might be too soon to tell him that SVU was on his tail. He pulled a knife out his belt and held it against her neck, just under her jaw bone.

"I'm getting tired of having to ask you things twice. Now tell me what's SVU mean and if you don't answer I swear I will start using this knife on you. I mean personally I've always thought 8 fingers and 2 thumbs were too much, what about you?" He said smugly.

She thought about it, truth was she needed her fingers and thumbs so she could pull the trigger on her gun to shoot this SOB.

"Special Victims Unit." She told him reluctantly.

"Good girl, but you' know I think that you need to be taught your place. I mean you're just some stupid female cop, yet here you are dis'sin me and my boys." He returned the knife back to his belt and walked over to one of the guys and whispered something to him. They gun nodded and practically ran out.

Elliot was panicking now, his palms were soaking wet from sweating so much. He dreaded thinking about what Drake had in mind as punishment and was trying to think of a way to get her out of it. He couldn't understand how she was staying so calm, he felt like running round like a headless chicken.

Drake walked back over to Olivia, he pointed at the cuffs then clicked his fingers and held out his hand and waited for one of the guys to put the keys to them in it. Eventually one did. He pulled Olivia forward and undid one of the cuffs. He then pulled her arm around the front but quickly attached the other cuff to the metal frame of the stool.

They guy who Drake had whispered to returned to the room he walked up to Drake and passed him a black velvet wallet. Drake turned and placed it onto the bar as he unfastened it then rolled it out. Elliot felt a lump form in his throat. It looked like some sort of med evil manicure set.

"You're gonna like this." Drake told him, he had noticed him staring at it wide eyed. "Hold her other arm down. I don't want the wild cat scratching." Drake informed him.

"What?" He asked he wanted to help Olivia not pin her down.

"I said hold her fucking arm down! God Dean don't make me repeat things twice to you too." He yelled, sounding pissed.

Elliot walked up to Olivia and held her right arm, the one that wasn't cuffed to the chair. He held it so that it looked like he was restraining her but if for some reason she may need too, she could squeeze his hand.

Elliot watched as Drake walked up to her he had a pair of pliers in his hand, from out of the wallet. He pulled on her left hand and held her wrist firmly in place. "Wow your nails are really nice, they're quite long too. I would have thought a cop couldn't have long nails though. Don't worry I can help you with that." He said sarcastically.

He pressed on her hands so that her fingers were all sprawled out. "Oh Tony would you give her something to bite down on to help with the pain…" Drake said, the guys around them were all laughing, except Elliot.

"Screw you!" she yelled at him.

"Have it your way." He said as he placed the pliers either side of her nail. "This is gonna hurt like hell." He said to her staring her in the eyes, she stared right back.

Pain ripped through her body as he clamped the pliers shut and pulled his arm back, pulling off her nail. She scrunched her eyes tight together and worked through the pain by breathing.

Elliot wanted to be sick, he just couldn't think of a way to get her out of this that wasn't going to end with them both being killed.

Intense pain shot through her body again as he pulled off the next nail. She breathed heavy and tried desperately to hold in the tears that threatened to fall. "You gonna be a good girl and answer all my questions?" Drake asked.

"Ask me again…" She said smugly.

Drake looked at her, he was pissed her attitude made him see red but she didn't care. He ripped off another nail without warning, she screamed in pain. She was regretting slightly not just accepting to behave. She screamed louder as he ripped off another nail. Her hand was throbbing like hell and blood was pumping from where her nails had been.

"Okay." She whimpered, trying not to cry in front of them all.

"What?" He asked acting stupid, he had heard her surrender.

"I'll answer your questions." She said, trying and failing slightly to hold back her tears.

"And you'll behave and stop being so mouthy?" He asked.

She nodded and he nodded at her surrender. "Good." He said simply. She cried in pain as he ripped the nail off of her little finger. "Just to make sure..." He said, the others all cheered.

Elliot felt really sick, he wanted to rip Drake's face off for what he had just done as well as kick his own ass for letting it happen, but he kept thinking of all the kids that would be rescued from this and he knew Olivia felt the same way.

"Take her to the bathroom Dean. Get her cleaned up I don't want blood all over my suite." Drake ordered as he led the others out of the kitchen.

Elliot gently removed the cuff from her wrist. He grabbed a cloth a put it around her hand. "Easy…" She whispered to him, clearly in a lot of pain.

He took her straight to the en-suite bathroom. He helped her to sit down on the toilet, she immediately allowed herself to flop over the sink next to her. Elliot looked at her as he filled the small sink with cold water. She was trembling all over and he had never felt so guilty.

He turned the tap off and prepared himself, he knew this was going to hurt him as much as it would her. "Put your hand in Liv." She didn't move it in to the water, knowing how much it would hurt to do so but she put it close to it.

He gently took the cloth off. He couldn't see the damage through all the blood. He took her wrist and slowly lowered her fingers into the water, she jolted upright with pain, and held her breath, after a few seconds she let it go and buried her head into her arm crying.

Elliot wanted to physically kick himself. He brushed his hand against her hair, it was soft beneath his hands and she had recently dyed it a gorgeous caramel blonde. She was a good person, she didn't deserve this. "God, Liv I'm so sorry I should never have let this happen…" He began but was interrupted.

"Don't Elliot, we both know we're not doing this for kicks, we're doing it so we can help save a huge group of children from a paedophile ring, we have to do this for them, even if it means I get my ass kicked to a bloody pulp and my other nails ripped off too. I can handle this. Besides I was thinking about cutting them." She joked.

Her hand had gone numb now and the pain had seized. So laughing cam ea little easier. The bleeding had slowed down now too so she was less light headed.

Elliot started to wrap the cloth tight around her fingers. "Next time he interrogates you, answer his questions straight away. Okay?" Elliot said but was ordering it really. There was no way he could see her in anymore pain.

"No Elliot. If I tell him that the SVU is onto him then not only will he kill me, possibly figure you out, he could also kill and children he has in his custody here or from the places he brings them from." Olivia said sternly.

"Olivia he will kill you." Elliot said.

"Well at least you'd still be around to help the kids." She said. She kind of meant it, but by no means did she want to die, she wanted to be there when they rescued the children.

"Look I promise you I will get you out of here." Elliot said, smiling trying to be supportive.

"I know." She said. She used her good hand to hold his. She squeezed it gently to let him know she'd be a bit less 'miss attitude' with Drake.

"You were just checking up on me weren't you?" Elliot said playfully

"Someone had to." She said back, almost as playfully.

TBC

Hope you liked it. Sorry it was another Olivia gets beaten up chapter, but again now she gets to kick some ass, and Elliot is going to kick some major ass by the end of this story.

Thanks for reading guys, please review.

Oh, for the record I don't have a problem with Spongebob I actually think some of it's pretty funny.