Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're at the point of the story where Olivia ends up a victim and, as I mentioned before, our brunette detective just can't catch a break. What the Beast does to her within the next couple of chapters will make you cringe. In my opinion, Lowell Harris and Richard White have absolutely NOTHING on this guy here (don't worry, I'm not gonna bring them sick bastards in my story because then it'll be too dramatic, too violent and too over the top for my taste). No, William Lewis is all the psycho I need in this story.
One more thing, I'm working on a sequel to 'Survival Of The Fittest' and it's gonna be my take on the season premier, which, as we all know, will air on September 25th. Oh, and did I mention that the title of the first episode is called 'Surrender Benson'? I've seen the promo for it and let me tell you; it was more terrifying to see Olivia so helpless and broken. I have a bad feeling that the worse is yet to come for our brunette beauty. I just hope Nick, Amanda, Fin, Cragen and even Cassidy can help her before it's too late. The anticipation is killing me.
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
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Journey Motel
Queens, New York
June 8th, 2013
Just shortly after midnight, Nick, Amanda and Fin arrived at the still burned down motel in Queens; after receiving a call that there was a shooting and a fire happening simultaneously. When the trio arrived, they quickly noticed that Olivia never made it back to her room, hence the only thing that CSU and firefighters found when they finally contained the fire were a burnt black dress; the same black dress she wore at Cassidy's memorial service the day before. Furthermore, when they first arrived at the scene, they couldn't help but notice the dead body of the motel manager being wheeled passed them and a pool of blood was found right on the pavement.
Nick pulled out his cell phone and attempted to call Olivia one more time, but all he got was her voice mail. Groaning in frustration, he put his phone back into his pants pocket and joined Amanda and Fin, who was now inside the fully damaged motel room and surveying what the hell happened.
"I tried calling Liv again on her cell, but all I got was her voice mail," Nick said as soon as he stepped inside.
"Ain't no sense in trying to contact her, Amaro. We found her cell phone. Smashed into smithereens. Someone must've broke into her room and got his hands on it. CSU's dusting it for fingerprints. Also, we found an empty bottle of lighter fluid. He was smart to make sure not to leave too much of anything behind," Amanda said as she kneeled down and with the latex gloves she donned, picked up several pieces of duct tape off the floor.
"Then where the hell is she? We know she couldn't possibly go back to her apartment when it's still under renovation from that water damage," Nick said, huffing angrily.
"You're right. My gut feeling is she was snatched from here. We found several pieces of duct table off the floor. Maybe she was tied up on the bed with 'em," Fin said, walking over to where Amanda was standing and examining the three pieces of duct tape she was holding in her latex clad hands.
"Who would be dumb enough or smart enough to break into this room and snatch her?" Nick said, his anger getting even higher.
"We don't know, but I have a feeling Lewis may have something to do with it. I mean, it all adds up: Cassidy's murder, the uniformed officer shot dead in his car, the motel manager shot dead in front of this room, him breaking into Liv's apartment and attempting to rape her, not to mention putting a bullet in her stomach after she shot him twice. Furthermore, other than his prints being found in her underwear and her drawer, he was smart enough not to leave anymore pieces of evidence behind. We're dealing with a smart, manipulative, sick, conniving son of a bitch," Amanda huffed, putting the pieces of duct tape into an evidence bag.
"Okay, so, we're gonna have to file a missing persons report, since we're the last people to have seen her. Anything else?" Nick asked as the trio stepped out of the motel room.
"We have nothing else to go on. If it was Lewis, he's doing a damn good job throwing us off track. If he has her, he's making sure that she will never be found. But, we're not gonna give up on baby girl. And when I get my hands on that asshole, I'm gonna wring his fucking neck," Fin growled, balling his hands up and feeling his body shaking in anger.
"Whoa, easy there, cowboy. We have to keep going with this with clearer heads. The last thing we need is to get the case thrown out and have the FBI take over," Amanda said, trying to assure her two fellow detectives and friends.
"Okay, Amanda. You're right. So, do we know who the motel manager's name is?" Nick asked, trying to calm down but his anger still simmered in his body.
"Yeah. His name is Carlos Johnson. 50-years-old, single, no priors. Just a regular working man who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Also, he's an only child, both parents are deceased, they were also only children so he doesn't have any living relatives," Amanda read through the notes she wrote down on her notepad.
"You said no priors, right? So you're saying he's never been in trouble?" Fin asked, peering over her shoulder to read what she had wrote.
"No. Not even a parking ticket. He actually lived in this motel; hence he became the manager ten years ago," Amanda said as she closed up her notepad and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.
"Man, I do not want to end up on Cragen's bad side when we have to break the news that Olivia's missing," Nick said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You and me both, Nick. You and me both," Fin added as they headed towards their car to head back at the one six; mentally and physically preparing themselves to break the bad news to Cragen. Amanda chose to hang around the motel a little bit longer to get some more information and talk to anyone who may had seen or heard anything concerning.
It would be a while before they would finally catch a big break.
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Vacant House
Riverdale, New Jersey
June 8th, 2013
"AHHHHHHHH!" Olivia screamed as Lewis hurled a bucket of ice cold water right on her still bruised body. She jerked up on a run down old mattress and tried to figure out where she was. She quickly realized that she was still in her bra and panties and that her hands and feet were still taped up tightly, so she had limited mobility. Furthermore, she didn't know how she ended up here in the first place. For her safety, it was best that she didn't ask questions.
She finally raised her head up and looked up at him, who was standing over her with the bucket in his hands. He had a sinister look on his smug face.
"W-what the hell was that?!" she screamed, her body shivering from the effect of the water splashed on her.
"Waking you up. I wanna welcome you to your new home. We're gonna be here for a while, so get used to it," he said, his sick smile never leaving his face.
"Where are we?" she asked, looking around the room to see where she was and why did they end up there.
"I told you I was gonna bring you someplace where you're never gonna be found again, Olivia. And, I have to say I did a good job. Now, I got you all to myself," he grinned as he leaned down and got close to her face.
"Get out of my face and leave me alone!" she snapped, jerking her face back to get away from him.
His smile just got wider, which creeped her out to no end. "I don't think so, lady. You belong to me. You know what's gonna happen when you try to defy me and/or try to escape. I meant what I said about you never seeing your friends and co-workers again. Detective Benson is hereby dead and buried. Now, you're my property. Now, I believe it's time for you to give me what you owe me. We were interrupted the last time. I don't see the problem this time around."
"Go to hell," she growled as she attempted to push him out of the way by kicking him with both of her feet. But, unlike the last time, he caught them and sat it down on the floor. Olivia once again screamed out in pain when he raised his foot up and stepped down on her feet hard; as if he was trying to break it.
"I'll do it again if you keep fucking with me!" William snapped as he raised his leg up again. However, she managed to move her feet out of the way by raising her knees up to her chest, then she started rocking back and forth on the mattress, wiggling her toes around just to make sure it wasn't broken.
"That's okay. I have something more effective to use; something to make you see things my way," he said as he turned on his heel and walked away for a moment. She wasn't pay attention, though. She was too busy tending to her sore foot and making sure the pain went down to a dull ache.
However, as she finally raised her head up to see what he was doing, her brown eyes were wide open in shock and fear. William appeared a few minutes later; in one hand, he was holding a canister of gasoline and in the other, he was holding a box of matches. She scooted back on the bed, trying to create enough distance but when she felt her back hitting the headboard of the bed, she knew she was trapped.
"You see this, Olivia?! DO YOU?!" he screamed, waving the items right into her face.
She quickly nodded her head. She was scared out of her mind.
"I'll set your ass up on fire and throw you out the window like the bitch you are if you cross me again! I'm not the one to mess with! Do I make myself clear?!" he screamed as he inched closer to her.
She nodded her head again quickly; realizing that he would make good on his words and she could end up dead! The brunette detective was trapped big time and she can't do a damn thing about it.
Furthermore, when he brought her here early this morning, she was still in her bra and panties and she knew it wasn't gonna be long before he could have her way with her. Feeling defeat ebbing throughout her body, mind and soul, she felt her resolve melt away. Slowly, but surely, she was becoming a shell of her former self.
"Good. I'm glad we have a clear understanding. Just remember, I will do this if you try me and by the time your fucking friends finally find you, you'll be so unrecognizable that even they won't be able to tell what I did to you," he sneered as he sat the items down on the floor, then he started advancing towards again.
Her body was frozen in fear. Her mind went numb as he reached down and grabbed her by her arms, then he yanked her up on her feet, causing her to come face to face with him. His angry scowl was replaced by a sadistic grin as he forced her to kneel down in front of him. She tried to choke back a sob as he unzipped his pants and put his hand inside, then he pulled out his erection, which was standing at full attention. Another sob escaped her lips as he grabbed her head and yanked her towards his member.
"Open your mouth and take me in, Olivia. And, if you bite me, I'll break your damn neck like a fucking twig," Lewis warned, even tangling his fingers through her brown locks and gripping her scalp tightly to prove his point.
Closing her tear stained eyes and feeling more defeat ebbing through her body, she lowered her head, not wanting to look at him and admitting to herself that he had won. He got her and he's not gonna let her go; maybe never. Growling angrily, he untangled his left hand away from her head and gripped her jaw tightly. He managed to force her mouth open and he quickly shoved his member right inside her mouth; worming his way through until his tip reached the base of her throat. Olivia felt sick to her stomach as he started moving in and out of her mouth; grunting loudly and gripping her head tightly. He forced her to bob her head up and down on his hard shaft and he kept thrusting himself deep inside of her mouth and kept grunting loudly.
Olivia was getting ready to throw up at any second. There was no way in hell that she's gonna swallow anything that's coming out of him. She closed her tears stained eyes and tried to block out the loud grunting and groaning William was making, but no matter how hard she tried, it wasn't working. She felt like she was getting ready to heave.
He picked up the pace and thrust his member inside her mouth harder and faster. He grabbed a hold of her head with both of his hands and bobbed her hand up and down on his shaft much harder. As he was getting ready to explode, he reached down and with two of his fingers, pinched her nose tightly; silently letting her know that she's to swallow every bit of him or else suffer the consequences.
Her throat was burning. She felt like he was suffocating her. Olivia just kept trying to keep his semen from running down her throat but it was hard to do that when he's pinching her nose tightly and grunting like a mad man. When the first coat of his semen started trickling down in her mouth, he pinched her nose even tighter; trying to force her to swallow every last drop of him. But, she was choking. So loudly that she finally pulled her mouth away from him, causing her to release him with a loud pop and ended up throwing up right on him; her vomit displayed all over his deflating erection and his shirt.
The Beast was beyond furious. He couldn't believe she would have the audacity to vomit on him after he forced her to perform on him. His eyes darkened in anger as he looked down and saw her heaving on the floor; completely hunched over and sobbing hysterically.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed as he reached down and tangled his fingers through her brown hair. He yanked her up by her scalp, forcing her to look right into his cruel, darkened eyes. She knew she had crossed the line.
Without warning, he punched her right into her stomach, causing her to double over in pain. He then delivered a swift, devastating uppercut right to her face; causing her to hurl back right onto the mattress with a thud and causing the headboard to bang against the wall loudly. Because she was still completely tied up with the duct tape, there was no way in hell that she would be able to block any of his devastating blows.
Olivia could taste blood in her mouth as she helplessly watched Lewis fumble around with another bucket he found. Within seconds, she could hear the faint sounds of water filling the bucket and she had to brace herself because he could be throwing more ice cold water at her and it would send her into shock.
William shut the water off, then he carried the bucket of water right over to where she was laying. His angry scowl never left his face as he loomed right over her; waving the bucket into her face.
"Did you really think you could get away with throwing up on me and not have to pay for it?! Well, did you?!" he hissed angrily.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, trying to find some sense of bravery in her voice.
"I don't think so, Olivia! Now, it's time for the second phase of your punishment. I must warn you, though; it's gonna get heated," he said as he tipped the bucket right over her half naked body.
The only sounds you could hear coming out of the room was her blood curling screams.
That's because the Beast just dumped a bucketful of searing hot water right onto her still bruised body.
The nightmare just keeps on going.
Coming up in the next chapter: As the team works relentlessly to find Olivia and bring her back to safety, Lewis keeps on torturing and abusing her. She once again attempts to fight back, but he's proven to be one step ahead of her. Will the brunette detective find the will to escape or is all hope lost? Stay tuned!
And, just to let you know, either a rescue or Olivia finally finds the strength to escape will happen in chapter twelve. I'm just working out the details.
Also, be on the lookout for the sequel to 'Survival of The Fittest' coming your way soon. It's gonna be loosely based off the season premier of 'Surrender Benson' with my own little twists and turns looming!
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