Lewis stoops down to grab his phone from his jeans. Naked, he gets up and begins recording his attempted fellatio only to get off on, to show her the video later. However, even that does nothing for the sexual sadist. The disadvantage of Liv being so far gone, for Lewis, is that he will not hear her beg or see her squirm. He needs to hear her beg. He needs to see her squirm. He couldn't get it up with a crane right now and this realization pumps rage through his veins. Maybe it was because he wanted Benson more than he's ever wanted any of his victims. A different kind of wanting. That sick need of wanting Benson so badly had nothing to do with sex or attraction. He wanted to destroy Benson's soul. He wanted to humiliate her, to paint shame on her immortally, degrade her mind, dehumanize her body, and kill her confidence. He wanted to mold Detective Olivia Benson into a weak and pathetic little woman. Arrogantly, Lewis's rage ended as well as his worries. He will do everything he has to do to break Liv. He has all the time in the world to rape the woman he spent so many nights fantasizing about inside his jail cell.
Time. Time has always been Lewis's guilty pleasure. He's had this performing problem before, when he had just began his reign of terror at only 14 years old. There was his teacher at his middle school. Mrs. Donahue. The woman was in her late 30s and agreed to privately tutor Lewis after class. They met at her house around 4 in the afternoon. Her husband was an intern at a hospital across town so he wasn't due home until much later. Unfortunately, her little girl was home along with her niece. Lewis held the three of them in that house for six hours where he first tortured his teacher, making the little girls watch. He had big problems when he first attempted to rape the teacher but after raping the two girls, Lewis got on a roll. He raped his teacher repeatedly. The two little girls were only 7 and 8 years of age. Coincidentally, this was also when his luck streak began because after he fleed from that house, the teacher made a very unfortunate decision. Instead of calling the cops or calling anyone, Lewis's teacher reacted quickly and drove the three of them to the hospital. But they never made it to that hospital. A truck driver crashed into them which set off horrible events. Long story short, when the truck hit the teacher's car it not only killed all three of them but it caused a multiple vehicle collision. The coroners as well as the police department never suspected anything to consider foul play but when the husband returned home he reported a robbery. The house was a mess. There was an investigation but due to the victims charred remains, an autopsy was impossible. Lucky Lewis got away with his first of many crimes.
He needs to piss. Lewis heads into the bedroom then the bathroom. Before Liv arrived there last night, the bathroom was the first place Lewis christened. He was so excited when he arrived the other night that he jacked himself off while sniffing Liv's dirty laundry. His semen was all over the clothes hamper. After he jacked off, he pissed all over her toilet seat.
The memory of jacking off the other night made Lewis smile. The smile didn't last too long because after relieving and shaking himself off, he remembered his inability to perform. Aggravated, Lewis returns to Liv's side and just stares creepily at her for minutes. He's thinking of his next move. He commends his impulsive thoughts. Finally, Lewis breaks his stare and heads to the kitchen. Grabbing the sharpest and smallest knife, he heads back to Liv who is starting to wake.
Lewis stops where he stands, watching Liv struggle to open her eyes. She's a fighter. His other victims weren't given as much this early in and it took them hours to wake. Olivia was becoming a more difficult challenge, as he expected, but even Lewis didn't foresee how difficult.
Olivia's vision is far from clear though she tries her hardest to become coherent. She can only make out distorted images. There is Lewis standing like a statue in her frontal view. Fortunately, she can't make out the fact that he's standing naked. There is a dark figure appearing a few feet away from the door. Liv tries to focus on the figure, wondering if the figure was a person or just a hallucination. She couldn't feel the bile coming up her throat. She was so tired and fought to keep her eyes open. Liv's entire body seemed to be gone. Nothing was holding up her head and she was floating but not in a good way.
Lewis sits in the other chair that faces Liv, just smiling. He takes in the quietness. He's happy she's awake. He plans to take her in own on apartment. Before breaking into Liv's place, Lewis only planned on kidnapping her then torturing her somewhere untraceable. However, when he arrived, there was hard on evidence proving that she lived alone. Knowing that there was a great chance that no one was coming to visit her, Lewis changed his plans. Now, it was passed time for him to torture her in the most intimate way. "Hey... You trying to stay awake sweetheart? Hmm? You want to play with me?" Lewis begins caressing Liv's thighs gently with the the knife in his left hand. With his right hand, he begins stroking his penis in the same rhythm. He gives Liv his version of sweet talk, "You're no double bagger. Alice Parker? Well she was but you're.. You're very beautiful detective Benson." In a fraction of a second Liv begins puking involuntarily.
"Oh oh oh", Lewis says while laughing. He gets up, heads to the kitchen, grabs a napkin, heads back to Liv, and surprisingly wipes off the vomit pouring from her mouth. Returning to his seat, Lewis whispers "Easy. Easy. I need you clean and alive detective... We have so much fun ahead of us. You don't wanna ruin our plans do you? Huh?"
After a few seconds, the regurgitation ceased. Lewis puts the napkin inside of his shirt pocket. "I should make you eat your own vomit.. maybe later right?" He focuses on Liv's trembling body as he lifts up her shirt and slices her stomach with the knife. The cut isn't deep and it doesn't seem to effect Liv but the next cut is viscous. He presses the tip of the knife into her naval and digs the knife deep inside. Blood pours out profusely. Lewis looks into Liv's dead eyes for any reaction but her head blandly tilts to the side. She's lost her fight to stay awake. Her eyes closes.