*trigger warning*

Chapter 3

Olivia woke up with a massive headache and an awful taste in her mouth, and it took her a minute to realize where she was. Lewis was still on top of her, still naked, but this time, she was naked as well. Completely naked, actually. Immediately, Olivia tried to pull her legs in and cover herself, but with Louis on top of her, it was impossible. She felt overwhelmingly exposed, degraded, and like the entire world was coming to an end.

"Wakey wakey!" Lewis grinned, removing the smelling salts from under her nose. "Sorry, can't have you dosing off like that! We're only about 4 hours in to our 24 hour adventure! No time for sleep."

Olivia's head fell back into the pillow. Only 4 hours. The captain had told her to take off 2 days. She sighed internally. In 2 days, she could be dead, or worse. She marveled at what luck she had. So far she'd been burnt with cigarettes, had her ankles branded with a hanger heated by the stove, and had woken up to find her body completely exposed. She mentally kicked herself for falling asleep; he would have had to untie her in order to undress her. She'd had one chance. One chance to get away, and she'd slept through it.

Olivia grunted and screwed her eyes shut as she heard Lewis begin to moan. He had begun to roughly grind onto her inner thigh, his member completely erect. He grinded closer and closer to her core, and immediately Olivia began to squirm again. The sick bastard was getting off on this, and she was helpless. Out of control. Never before had Olivia felt this helpless, not even with Harris at Sealview. Not ever.

She winced and choked back a cry of pain as Louis pressed his burning key onto her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a scream as he pressed it even harder into the soft skin of her inner thigh. Olivia thought of the scars she would have from this encounter, that is, if she ended up living. She wondered if staying alive was even worth the fight if she was going to be physically and emotionally scarred for the rest of her life.

But then she thought of Elliot, and the thought of seeing her again gave her a small feeling of hope. If she ever wanted to see him again, then she was going to have to fight like hell to stay alive. Even with the shit she was going through right now, she knew that if she just stuck it out, if she just hung in there, then she was going to be okay. If she could get through this, she knew that could get through anything. It was then that Olivia decided that she was going to do everything that she could to survive. She promised herself that when she got free she would find Elliot, no matter what it took, and that she would run into his arms and never let him leave again. She held onto the sense of happiness the thought brought her, and even as Louis pressed the key into her thigh again she refused to let it go.
In that moment, she also promised herself something else: that when she got free, this mother fucker was never going to see the light of day again.

Lewis pulled out of Olivia, panting like a dog in summer. He collapsed next to her and laughed hysterically, too tired to get up. This was the third time he'd woken her up, and the third time he'd used nearly all of his energy forcing himself inside of her. He rolled onto his side and stroked her hair, watching her eyes roll back into her head as she passed out again. He trailed his fingers down her limp body, feeling the rough blisters that he'd made on her thighs and stomach. The sight of them thrilled him, and he almost felt himself getting turned on again, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He decided that he was content just lying there for now, reveling in the moment. He watched her chest as she breathed, seeing it move up and down with every breath she took. It soothed him, knowing she was still breathing. It meant that she still had more life left in her—that meant that he could still take a few more rides without her shutting down on him entirely.

She had admittedly surprised him. He'd expected her to have run out of juice after hour 4, but 8 hours in and she was still going strong. Given, he hadn't touched his electrical cords yet, but he decided that was all in good time. For now, he would just lay there and watch her breathe, waiting for her to wake up. It had been 8 hours since he had tied her to the bed, meaning that it was around 3am. Even at this early, he wasn't tired, not in the least. So instead of going to sleep, he let his mind wander a little. Lewis thought back on his past rapes, his trial, and his love affair with his defense attorney…but all thoughts he had seemed to be drawn back to Benson. He stared at her face, outlining every detail of it with his eyes. Such a strong, passionate, almost terrifying woman, and yet here she was lying helplessly beside him. Lewis sat back on his elbows, an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. This shouldn't have happened, and he knew it.

It wasn't so much that he regretted doing it, rather that there was no way in hell that this should have happened so easily. He analyzed it for a while, and then it struck him: she hadn't pulled her gun. She'd had the chance to do it when she heard him shuffling around in her room, so why hadn't she? She'd known he was out on bail, and that he hated her, so why didn't she expect this? Another thought struck him.

Maybe she was expected somebody else.

Lewis jumped up from the bed and raced to the bathroom. He fished Olivia's phone out of the toilet and dried it off with a towel. Then he set to attempting to turn it on again, which he was able to accomplish after a good 30 minutes of drying it off. How it still worked after 8 hours in a toilet, Lewis didn't know, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. He opened the phone and immediately began to scan through her emails and text messages. Almost immediately, he noticed a text conversation that had apparently been between Olivia and a man called Brian Cassidy. Upon further investigation, he found out that this Brian person was Olivia's boyfriend. Lewis smirked as he flipped through the pictures of them. She could do better than that, surely.

Lewis went back to the text messages, and began to read.

Hey Liv.

Hey Brian, what's up?

Just wanted to let you know that you should leave your door unlocked tonight.

Why? Haven't you got a spare key?

I seem to have lost it. But I'll need to get into your apartment so I can set up the surprise I've got for you :)

Haha the losing my key thing I believe, but surprises? That's not like you, Brian.

Well you said you wanted to switch things up!

Haha that's true. Alright, I'll leave it unlocked. But you'd better not let me down!

I won't. ;)

A chill went up Lewis' spine. He glanced around nervously, as if watching the pieces of the puzzle slowly fall into place. He hadn't thought anything of it when he'd found her apartment unlocked, but now he realized how stupid he'd been. A cop leaving her door unlocked on accident...ha! He paced back and forth in the bathroom, trying to analyze every detail of what had happened. She had walked into her apartment, had heard him in the next room, had asked "hello?" and then had walked right into his trap. Now he understood why she hadn't pulled her gun; she'd been expecting her boyfriend.

So why hadn't he shown up?

Lewis sat down on the toilet seat and put his head into his hands, trying with all him might to understand. He didn't think that this Brian guy would try to get his girlfriend raped-he didn't know much about relationships, but setting up the girl you cared about to be tortured and raped seemed a little wrong. Plus, in the pictures he'd seen on Olivia's phone, they'd seemed preety happy together.

So who'd sent the text messages?

And why?

Lewis rubbed his temples vigorously. What in the hell was going on?

Notes: I watched the scene with Olivia coming into her apartment over and over again in order to write this part. I myself had also been question why she hadn't pulled her gun, and I watched the scene maybe 20 times trying to understand. Haha I swear to God, this show will be the death of me. (Also I recently realized that I'd been spelling "Lewis" as "Louis" so I apologize for that.)

Thanks for reading, and please leave a review and let me know what you think! Who do you think sent the texts? Why? Do you think Cassidy DID have something to do with it? Leave a review and let me know!