Roldan pulled away from her, snickering at her words. He leaned back into her, pushed his tongue down her throat one more time with an aggressive kiss, and stepped away from her. 'No, no, sweetheart, I'll come back a little later, when you're ready for me,' he put a strand of hair behind her ear, and continued staring into her eyes. And Olivia knew that no matter how good she played her role, fear was burned into her eyes, and that Roldan could see it too, and he even enjoyed it. 'But don't worry, you won't stay alone, my friend Cesar told me, he would love to keep you company,' he kept his palm on her cheek for a second before he grabbed the shoulders of Diana and tossed her through the door he and Elliot came in through a couple of minutes before.
Olivia eyed the man standing in front of the window and she remembered how he grabbed her when he first seized her up, and her stomach started turning immediately. And then he turned around, downed the remainder of the drink he was holding in his hand, walked up to her without a word and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck jerking her head in his direction. 'You're a fierce one, aren't you?' he breathed into her face, the alcohol he just consumed souring his words. 'A princesa? Huh?' he said sucking and biting her neck, while she tried her hardest to push him away. There was no way she would let him any further. 'No,' she pleaded, but his grip on her chin made it sound pathetic, completely no authority. She hated her own sound.
'No?' cackled Cesar, 'You don't feel like it?' he whispered into her ears and the sound of his voice, his body so close to her made her skin crawl. 'Guess what, primadonna, you don't get to say no this time,' he pulled her hair stronger as he placed his other hand on her neck. And the black spots started appearing in her vision again, as he squeezed her neck. She could see his eyes lighting up with joy as she struggled for air. Olivia tried to fight him, God knows she tried hard, she kicked, she punched him, she squirmed, even tried to bite, but the fact that she was losing consciousness from the lack of oxygen didn't help her cause at all. Complete panic took over her as she felt his hand letting go of her hair and reaching in front of her. She knew what was coming and she had no doubt she was right. His hand slammed onto her bottom, sliding up her dress, and when he reached her panties, he slipped his hand to her front and cupped her mound forcefully.
That is when she managed to get in a punch. No. More like a desperate scratch to his face, but it was enough for him to lose control for a second, his grip loosened on her neck and she slumped onto the floor. Although she was barely conscious, she hated the situation she got herself into. Yeah, Cesar was no longer strangling her, but she was powerlessly lying on the floor. She prayed, just for a second or two, to get herself together, to gather some strength before, she was sure that's what was going to happen, Cesar launches himself at her. But he never came.
After catching her breath, she pushed herself up and looked around the room. There was no sign of Roldan, or Cesar, or anyone else as a matter of fact, but the relief never took over her. She saw Elliot in the corner and her heart sank at the picture. He was sitting there like an old puppet shoved out of sight, his position nothing like a way a human being would sit down out of his own will. So she crawled to him, hoping that she would still find a pulse. As she got closer, she could clearly hear his breathing and suddenly her own fate seemed a lot brighter too. 'Elliot,' she whispered as she cupped his face with her palm. 'El,' she repeated his name this time a little louder. 'You need to come back, you need to wake up,' she begged him, and her voice trembled more than she could consider it appropriate or even acceptable. Even if she was scared for his life, she shouldn't have that weakness in her for him. After all, they were still on a mission, and they still needed to get out of there alive.
Then his eyes flickered open, and she couldn't have been any grateful. Except that he was staring right past her. Olivia followed his gaze, but he was looking at nothing. He was just staring at the distance. He must have been still high, she concluded, and without thinking twice she slapped him hard on his cheek, but getting absolutely no attention. 'El, you need to come back to me,' she shook him with urge in her voice. She didn't like the fact that Cesar left so abruptly without accomplishing what he obviously planned with her. She needed her partner now more than ever. 'Please,' she whispered as she pulled his head into her chest, relishing his closeness and the sudden peace that surrounded her for a second.
And only for a second, because the door flew open and before she could even see who entered someone grabbed her hair, and yanked her away from Elliot. 'You're that desperate?' Cesar leaned into her neck, 'Then why didn't you want to play with me?' he asked his voice barely above a raspy whisper. She was mercilessly pressed up to his body, held in place by her hair and his arm planted firmly around her back, squeezing out the air of her lungs. He dragged her towards the bed and that's when she noticed the two other men standing at a short distance and her blood ran cold. Cesar left the room to bring help. There was no way she could fight off three men. The anticipation took the best of her. And before she could think, she heard herself utter the words: 'A strong man like yourself need help to get his way with a woman?' The horror immediately spread through her whole body, and trembling took over her muscles. Years of training. Years of training was thrown out of the window. She should have never said anything like that, anything that would further anger her attacker, hell, she should have never said anything at all. But how could she do that? It was her life that was at risk, she needed to try something.
So she kicked and punched every inch of Cesar as he was dragging her towards the bed. It wasn't more than a couple of steps, but it sure seemed like miles. Then he finally threw her on the bed as she let out a blood draining shriek. 'No!' she screamed at the top of her lungs, 'Help me!' Even if she had no chance to give the official sign, that she was in trouble, this too must have made it clear for everyone following the happenings.
Every touch and grab he made on her body seemed to torturously slow down the time as if she was watching a slow-motion of her own attack. She knew the CSU would find her lost shoe beside the bed, and she knew it would make them think she put up a struggle. Then she wanted to laugh. They won't have to think, of course. Everything that was going on was running live on the monitors of the van. The Captain, Munch, probably the whole narcotics unit was watching as she was getting closer to the inevitable. Shame washed all over her. Here she was, a detective of ten years, and she couldn't carry out an undercover mission. She dragged her partner into it, she dragged the whole squad into it, and she probably had herself killed. 'I'm sorry,' she whispered barely audibly, which elicited a coy smile from Cesar as he busied himself with franticly biting and touching every patch of skin on her body that was not covered by her clothes. But she never said it to him, she said it to the people required to witness her demise. She gathered all her strength and bravery and delivered a final punch to Cesar's nose.
Elliot could feel someone touching him. Gentle touches, he must have been in a hospital. He vaguely remembered blacking out and then, well, everything is black. His vision was not yet fully back, he could only see messed up colors. Then somebody was shaking him, trying to bring him around. Then, ouch, a slap across his face. Definitely not a hospital. Then he heard her voice. Of course it was Olivia. Only she would slap him and then pull him close to her chest. She must have been really frustrated with him. But at least she was alright. If only he could focus his sight just a little bit more, just to see her face, just to make sure that she was really okay. It was a lost cause. He could even swear there was a rainbow in the room. He should have just taken Olivia when he had the chance and got the hell out of there. Wait, her hands were gone from his face. Elliot tried even harder to focus. What the hell was going on? Then he heard muffled sounds, struggling, and male voices. Someone else was in the room? He started to see a bit clearer, he really needed to. He noticed movement. Something black. A man dressed in black? Almost all the men he saw that night were dressed in black. And where was Olivia? Then he heard the scream. She must be in trouble. He needed to get his head straight and help her.
Olivia knew that her punch would knock out Cesar, but she needed to do it. She just couldn't give up without a fight. And if it only meant fighting off one of three men, she still tried, and in the final seconds of her life as she knew it, she figured that was what counted. At least for her. So when Cesar slumped over her limply, she quickly pushed him off of her. What she didn't know, was how the other two men would react. She knew it wouldn't be pleasant, and she hoped that somehow, miraculously Elliot would regain consciousness and help her. Her daydream didn't last long though. The two bouncers were on her, knocking her back on the bed, even before she could fully stand up after Cesar's body fell to the ground by the bed.
As soon as Olivia's screen went black, someone blocking the light to the device again, every pair of eyes turned to the other monitor, the one that received the feed from Elliot's pin. He still hadn't moved, but after they saw Olivia kneeling down beside him, and watching her reaction, hearing her words, they knew that Elliot was still alive, only still knocked out from the drug he got into his system. The Captain wished his detective would get around soon because the broadcast was making him more and more nauseous second by second. Then he heard Olivia say the words he dreaded. 'I'm sorry,'
'What is she apologizing for?!' Munch grumbled under his nose, putting the feelings everyone had in the van into words. Their frustration was getting unbearable. They were watching Olivia being assaulted after all. Fin was still trying to work his way into the penthouse and if they were about to raid the place, they would sure as hell get Olivia killed. She was in the hands of that piece of crap. He sure had a gun and even if he didn't, he just had to make a sudden move and snap her neck broken. Neither of them had illusions. Nobody in that penthouse was going to negotiate about the life of a cop, or two. If they were getting them out from there, they had to get them the way they got them in there.
Then she punched Cesar and all hell broke loose. The two men launched themselves at her and the doom set over the van. Now they knew what she was apologizing for a couple of seconds before. They hoped she figured out something to free herself. She must have had a plan when she punched Cesar, she was a resourceful detective, otherwise. They refused to think otherwise. They were not going to watch her getting raped.
One of the men climbed over her after she landed on her back on the bed. She still had her hand free, so she made sure she used them. She punched, she scratched and she clawed every place she could reach on the men. But he was a bouncer. Employed because he was a huge man. She had no chance. She knew, and the unit in the van knew it. Even if she could fight off one of them, against all odds, she definitely lost her chance when the helpful friend approached her as well. He placed a hand over her shoulder; he didn't even have to use both of his hands to make her stay down. It was simply unfair.
'We have visual from her camera again,' said the narcotics detective startling the others a little bit by speaking up from a nightmare. It felt like everyone took the breath they couldn't in the past couple of minutes all at once. They didn't really take just a breath, they braced themselves for what they were about to witness through Olivia's camera.
'What the hell is that?' asked Cragen in disbelief when he cast his eyes on the screen and Olivia's tearful eyes were staring back at him.
'There's a fucking mirror on the ceiling,' barked the detective suddenly taking his share of anger and frustration from the situation. He really thought they were overreacting at first. That lady detective was a tough cookie. She could take care of herself, or she wouldn't be there. He thought she would figure out something. And she did. But he had to admit, that she could never overpower the two gorillas that tackled her. He really felt sorry for her.
Benson didn't move. She couldn't. While one guy was busy fondling with his belt as he knelt on her thighs, the other put all his weight on her shoulder, and used his other hand to get a grip of her wrists. They left no possible way for her to move. The pain was already unbearable. Like three hundred pound stones crushing her thighs; she wouldn't be surprised if they were already broken, just like she wouldn't be surprised in case her shoulder got displaced from the weight of the other bouncer. The tears were freely making their ways on the side of her face, and she could feel them reaching her neck. There was something comforting in the feeling of the small drops caressing the tiny stretch of skin they traveled through. She was thinking hard what to say to stop them. Talking them out of it remained her only option. But what should she say? That she's a cop? They would probably rape her then kill her. If she didn't blow her cover, maybe she could still stay alive. But did she really want to stay alive after she had been raped? They thought she was a prostitute. The prostitutes are free to take advantage of. And those men would sure as hell going to rape her. Did she want to live after that, with that? What could she say to stop them? She had nothing to say. She was not going to beg them to stop. If she had, she would have lost the last piece of her dignity. So she just stared at her own reflection in the mirror above the bed. Of course. Destiny had a fucked up sense of humor.
Cragen was grateful for the darkness in the van. He just let the tears that gathered in his eyes roll down on his cheek. It killed him that he couldn't do anything to save her. He knew that Fin was seconds away from getting into the apartment, but it was already late for Olivia. He watched as the man pulled down his pants, along with his underwear, and as he pushed her dress up on her waist. When he reached her panties, he couldn't take it any longer. 'Turn it off,' he ordered with defeat in his voice. He just got his detective raped, the detective he loved like a daughter.
'Fin!' he shouted into his radio with anger dripping from his voice. 'Where the hell are you? What's taking so long?' he jabbered but received no answer. Tutuola was probably in a place where he couldn't respond without busting his cover. He really hoped Fin was about to enter the room, because he couldn't bear to listen to Olivia's terrified screams any longer. The monitor was turned off, but they still heard the audio, and there was no mistaking in what was going on in the room. 'You!' Cragen pointed at the narcotics detective, 'Get your men and get lost right now,' he said grabbing on to his shirt and pulling the detective out from his seat.
'What the hell?' he groaned almost stumbling because of his sudden position change. 'And where the hell should I take them?' he spread his arms in disbelief. The captain turned to face him, and even in the dimly lit van, his eyes showed no mercy. The detective expected him to take out his gun and point it at his face to make them leave. 'Okay, okay.' The detective said in defeat. 'They'll go, but I am staying,' he said opening the backdoor of the van and motioning to his colleagues to leave the vehicle. After only the three of them were left in the car, Cragen sank back to his seat. 'I want the feed back on,' he commanded, immediately regretting his decision when he laid eyes on his detective.
When Olivia thought she got used to the pain in her thighs and her shoulder, another, completely unfamiliar pain ripped through her body. She should have reevaluated the advice she gave to victims she had met before, or rethink her judgments of women who had been raped. Especially her judgments of her mother. She should have marveled in the feeling of finally knowing how it felt being raped in reality. But her brain restricted to self pity. It hurt so much. Was he violating her dignity? Was he destroying everything she thought about herself as a strong and independent woman, who was capable of defending herself and maybe even others? Sure. But in that second the physical pain was unbearable. She will probably have time to think about her dignity and her pride when it was all over, or in case she survived, but now she needed to get over the bodily pain. She really did think her thighs got broken under the weight of that giant, but that pain was still nothing compared to the pain she felt when he pushed his member inside of her. Pushed? Who was she kidding? Rammed it in her. She could almost hear her skin giving in to the pressure and tearing up under it. And dear god, when he hit her cervix, she just gave up and cried out in pain. She hoped to all things saint, that he would finish quickly, but she dreaded the next man. He was eager too, she could see it clearly, when she was not staring at her reflection, she was staring at his erection bulging in his pants. She was still grateful. The son-of-a-bitch raping her was selfish enough to only care about himself, and he showed no intention of forcing her into an orgasm too.
She felt like throwing up when she felt his motions getting quicker and more frantic; she knew he was close to reach his peak. His eyes rolled back into his head and he grabbed onto both of her breasts with his huge hands, as if he wanted to simply tear them off of her body. The sudden spreading of the added pressure distracted her attention from feeling the abdominal pain that his pounding was causing, but the new sensation she felt was overriding her pain. For the first time in her life, a man shot his seeds inside her. And she could feel the unusual warmth spreading inside of her. Never in her life had she let any of the man she was sleeping with just go inside her just like that. She didn't trust enough any of them to do so. And here she was, in pain, just raped and the only thing she could think about was the semen covering her walls, burning her insides like fire. In that moment, she wanted to die. And she couldn't do anything, just let her sobs escape from her estranged body under the hands of the two giants.
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Crysania