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Olivia was screaming harder then she had ever screamed before. It wasn't the ripping pain that came from Lewis slamming himself in and out of the place only he had been inside, after ten hours alone with him, that pain was almost numb to her, it was the constant jabs with his smokes that was making her shriek. He'd jab her on back, her ass, her thighs, her breasts...

"STOP!" screamed Olivia, tears gushing so hard she could barely see as he slammed the cigarette against her already ripped and bloody sex. . "PLEASE!"

Lewis merely laughed at he slammed into her, holding the cigarette against her skin, his thrusts less controlled and more frenzied and wild now. He took the smoke and slammed it against her folds as he bottomed out in her, letting out a satisfied moan as his semen gushed inside her, the hot fiery stick finally burnt out.

He collapsed on top of her, panting for breath, his softening member still inside her. Olivia laid on the bed sobbing from the pain, her most intimate parts littered with ugly round burns. After Lewis caught his breath he flipped her over so she was facing up once more. He smiled that sadistic grin at her as he gazed into her tear filled eyes.

"You really don't like fire do you?" he asked, his cruel smirk not diminishing, his fingers running over the burns he had made on her chest and pressing down on them. Olivia couldn't answer and only sit there and sob, her body trembling. Lewis climbed off of her and undid her binds and pulled her by the hair off of her bed, grabbing her shield as well. Olivia was far to spent and in far too much pain to fight back so he had no problems dragging her out to the kitchen.

He grabbed a chair and slammed her down on it. Grabbing the same cable he used to tie her down in the bedroom, he had sitting on the kitchen table he walked behind her and jerked her arms behind her back, binding them together tightly before binding them to the chair.

Lewis got in front of her again and knelled before her. "Come on, Detective," he cooed almost like a lover would as he grabbed her thighs and wrenched them open, running his gun up her thigh. "Spread those legs for me.

Olivia swallowed hard as he forced her legs apart as far as he could before binding them with the same cable.

He looked up at her, grinning at her as his gun continued to stroke her leg. "This is gonna be fun." Lewis stood up from the ground and headed towards the stove. He put the shield face down on one of the burners and turned it up high.

"You know," he sighed as he watched the thin metal grow hotter. "I really don't have a problem with women."

Olivia remained silent, choosing to keep silent on the matter as she tried to turn to look to see what was happening. "I really don't," he continued as he pressed the shield down tighter on the burner. "Everyone thinks I'm this huge masochist who feel women shouldn't have authority and that isn't true at all. I have no problems with women lawyers or doctors or cops and I respect them."

After he saw the shield had grown red hot he picked it up, biting his lips and letting out a soft moan while the pain radiated through him.

He came around to Olivia again and knelled down beside her, showing her the red hot shield. "I just think their screams sound the sweetest," he whispered.

Olivia, realizing what was about to happen, began to struggle against her binds to no avail. "Don't!" Olivia gasped as he made a move towards her sex with the red hot brand, already feeling the heat when it hadn't even touched her skin yet. "No! NO!"

Just as Lewis was about to slam the brand on her skin there was a soft knock at the door.

His hand slammed over her mouth and he cut her binds before he dragged her back to her bedroom and threw a familiar white cotton robe at her.

He twisted her around and pressed the barrel of the gun tight against her forehead. "I even THINK," he snarled, "that you're giving a hint of whats going on a bullet goes through your skull and I make whoever's on the other side of that door take your place." He shoved her towards the door and hid out of sight with the gun aimed at her head. "Get rid of them quickly," he mouthed.

Olivia nodded and wiped the tears form her eyes as she struggled to lessen her trembling. With as deep a breath as she could manage, she opened the door a crack, stunned at who was on the other side...

One Week Earlier

Olivia drove up to the precinct where she saw Amaro pulling up as well. "First Sunday off in a month and she has to call us in because she's spooked," she called out to him as he walked over to her dawning a backwards baseball cap. "Rollins does know it's the weekend right?" she asked as they began walking towards the office.

"Now what did you do, tie Cassidy up to a no parking sign?" Amaro chided. "He can come in."

Olivia faked a smile at the mention of her boyfriend, deciding now wouldn't be the best time to admit they were having issues. "Cassidy's fine," she lied with a faux laugh. "I left him in a sports bar watching the Mets game."

Amaro glanced over at her and his face fell, seeing right through the lie she had told him. But as he had learned already regarding his partner and her boyfriend, interfering probably isn't the best idea.

They met up with Fin and Cragen who joined in the Rollins heckling as they made their way into the precinct, showing their badges to the guard Cragen had posted there after the last in house shooting.

Rollins explained to the rest of the group what she had already told Olivia and the more she spoke Olivia realized that Rollins had a point and felt guilt for chastising her over feeling creeped out over this guy and as she looked around the room she could see that the rest of her squad was realizing that maybe Rollins was onto something.

Biting back a comment that Rollins dog had her owners same hair color, Olivia listened patiently as Cragen dolled out the duties. While Rollins and Fin went and talked to the victims, Cragen walked into his office which left Olivia and Amaro to talk to their perp.

Just as Olivia climbed off her desk a ringing erupted from her pocket. Olivia glanced at the caller ID and felt her spirits lift as she saw the name on the caller ID and the contact photo.

Olivia turned towards Amaro and opened her mouth to speak but Amaro just gave her an understanding smile and walked towards the interrogation room to give her some privacy.

The moment he was out of ear shot Olivia answered the phone and held it to her ear. "Hey, Bri," she answered with a smile. "How you doing?"

"Good." Cassidy's short monotone worded answer made her face fell. She sat down at her desk and waited for him to finish. "I um... I needed to talk to you."

"Yeah," she muttered, lowering her voice significantly. "Look, Brian, I wanted to apologize for this morning. I was gonna call you but-."

Cassidy interrupted her apology. "No, Liv, don't. It's- it's fine."

"Then why don't you sound fine?" she challenged., her own words as heart broken as his own.

There was a long pause before he spoke. "I just..." he sighed and she could practically see him running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Liv. I know it's not fair to you for me to be upset at you for not saying it back but I can't help it."

"I'm sorry," she told him, again, meaning the word with all of her heart and then some hoping her sorrow for hurting him would be conveyed through the phone. "Brian, I really am but I just wasn't ready."

"I know that now," he told her. "But you're the second person I ever said it to and to get it stomped on like that-."

"I've had it said to me too," she told him, her voice rising in anger. "And you know what? I said it back to two guys, one of them my fiancee, and they both broke my heart and left so forgive me for not wanting to jump on that bandwagon."

"I'm not gonna leave you, Liv, I care too much about you," he told her, his anger also shining through his words. "And what, you think you think you got it bad because your boyfriend and fiancee broke your heart? The woman I was gonna marry was raped and murdered but I don't let that dictate how I feel about you!"

Olivia ran a hand through her hair, tears burning in her eyes as he yelled at her. She hastily wiped away her tears as she saw Amaro reappear into the bull pen and look over at her. "I'm not having this conversation with you right now. You're at work, I got called in on a case, we'll talk later."

Brian took a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke. "Fine. Call me when you're out of work."

Without giving him a response she hung up and phone and wiped the offending drops of moisture from her eyes.

Amaro walked over to her and knelled down next to her. "What did that prick do to you?" he asked softly.

Olivia shook her head as she rubbed her eyes dry. "Nothing," she told him, sniffling back more tears. "We got into a fight, it's nothing."

Amaro felt his hands clench into tight fists. He and Cassidy had a trace going on that had been brought on by both of them helping the other stay out of jail and destroying their career.

But Olivia was his partner and he looked out for her. If this immature punk she called her boyfriend hurt her, Amaro wouldn't just use his fists to teach him a thing or two about respect.

His voice held an edge that made Olivia suddenly fearful for her boyfriend. "You're lying to me."

"No I'm not. We're a couple, Nick, we get into arguments. Just let it go."

Amaro shook his head as he backed away from her desk. "Fine. You ready to go grill this guy?"

"Yeah," Olivia replied as she stood up, putting on a fake facade that would have fooled any criminal. "Lets go."

Passing by him Olivia made her way to the interrogation room with Amaro following her, shaking her head.

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