The next morning, Olivia woke to find herself lying on a cold cement floor, completely naked, chained to the floor in a room without any windows, and only one door. Metal shackles bound her wrists together, and another set bound her feet together. The shackles were then attached to a chain that was attached into the cement floor.
"What the hell?" Olivia furrowed her brow, trying to remember what had happened the night before; why she had such a bad headache, and why she was chained to a wall. Suddenly, it all rushed over her. Ryan. There must have been something in that drink he gave me. 'Oh god, did he rape me?' She assumed so because she was naked, but at the moment, that was the least of her worries. She tugged on the shackles in an attempt to get free, but they were locked tightly around each of her limbs. Pulling the chain out of the wall was not an option either, as it was securely bolted into the cement. Still feeling weak from the evening before, Olivia decided to save her energy in hopes of coming up with a better escape plan later. She rested her head on the concrete and closed her eyes, willing herself to think about anything other than the tomblike room she was trapped in. About that time, the door to the room creaked open and in came Ryan. Fear rushed over Olivia as her heartbeat sped up, and her palms became sweaty. This man, this sexy magazine man, was now her captor and her potential rapist.
"Good morning Detective Benson"
'oh fuck, he knows, he knows where I work'
"Did you sleep well Olivia"
"What the hell do you want with me?" Olivia attempted to put on a front of not being phased by her current situation.
"You didn't answer my question, and what gives you the right to ask me questions, learn your place, Detective" with a swift movement, he slapped the backside of his hand across her face, followed by a punch to her nose. Olivia winced in pain as blood started to trickle down her face and onto her naked body. Her nose was definitely broken.
"Now, as I was saying, did you sleep well"
Olivia was now pissed as anything, and wasn't about to give in to Ryan's condescending words. She sat there silently, staring at the grey cement floor, braced for whatever punishment Ryan would give her for not responding.
"Ah, so we're going to play the silent game, are we? Well let's see how quiet you can be when you're in so much pain you can barely breathe. You'll be begging me to stop." Olivia closed her eyes as Ryan proceeded to hit her repeatedly in the ribs, stomach, and head with a wooden board that he referred to as the punishment stick.
"Owwh" Olivia let out a whimper under her breath. The pain was excrutiating, and she almost hoped that one of the blows would kill her to put her out of her misery.
"Are you done yet Olivia? Are you gonna answer me or are you gonna continue to be a little bitch?" Ryan continued to hit her harder. "Come on you little bitch, talk to me, play with me." Ryan licked his lips as he approached her. He grabbed her face in his hand and forced her to look at him. He closed his eyes and allowed his lips to caress hers. Olivia bit down with all her force on his lip, and he pulled away, touching it gingerly, tasting blood. "You little hor," he screamed as he picked up the stick again. He struck her harder as his anger continued to build. Eventually, one of the strikes, made contact with her head and knocked her out, and Olivia's body slumped limply on the floor. Ryan looked at her limp body, bruised, broken, and lying in a pool of her own blood, and with a sense of accomplishment, kicked her once in the side, and walked out of the room.
Hours, or days later, she wasn't sure, Olivia woke up. Her head pounded from the previous blows, and her vision was blurry. She attempted to sit up, but was unable to move her lower body due to the extreme pain that was shooting up her legs. She was positive that they were broken. 'God, I've got to get out of here. I'm not ready to die, at least not like this, alone, cold, in pain. I wish Elliot were here. He would know what to do, he would make it hurt less,' Olivia thought as a few stray tears escaped her eyes and began down her cheeks. It hurt too much to wipe them away, so she just let them fall. The door opened again, and in walked Ryan, carrying the punishment stick.
"Ahh, still alive I see. Don't worry Olivia, it won't be much longer until you're dead. I just have to find someone new to play with first, but while we're waiting, we might as well have some fun, huh?" Ryan walked over the corner where Olivia was chained up, and bent down to kiss her lips. She turned her head, avoiding his kiss, knowing that her actions would be punished. At this point, she didn't care what he did to her, just as long as it wasn't sexual. She could take the physical pain, but the sexual acts were unbearable. Just as she had predicted, Ryan became infuriated at her actions, and grabbed the stick raising it above his head, and bringing it down sharply on her abdomen.
"God," Olivia whispered in response to the intense pain.
"I thought we already had this little talk. You should really learn your place, and stop being such a stubborn bitch." The blows continued, harder and harder, ripping her skin, and bruising her body.
"STOP, please stop," Olivia screamed, "I can't take it any longer. Just let me die, please." Pleased with her remorse, Ryan stopped hitting her, and turned on his heel and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Olivia slumped down onto the floor, and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything besides the terrible pain she was experiencing. She thought about all the times in the past couple of years that she and Elliot had gotten Chinese take out, and had brought it back to his apartment. They would laugh about nothing, and watch tv for hours, before she would eventually go home. He was her best friend, and she was his, or at least used to be. Now she wasn't so sure. Olivia eventually drifted off, and sleep consumed her.