Thanks for all of your awesome comments. For the few of you who have chosen to stop reading past this point because of the way Grant has treated Olivia, that's fine. I love writing suspenseful, angsty, and depressing themed stories, but I wouldn't want you reading anything that makes you uncomfortable. Some people can take this kinda shit, some can't. I don't want to make any promises to you because I do NOT like giving away my story. I can't tell you if Elliot's coming, if Grant will hurt Olivia some more, etc because I do NOT want you to know! LOL Any clues or information I choose to give will be included in the story. Thanks again, guys! Glad you like it :D
Olivia waits quietly in the passenger seat, spaced out, completely detached from reality. She wasn't sure of their exact location, but she knew that it couldn't be far. She and Grant had only been riding in the car for no more than an hour.
After sitting through Grant's emotional abuse, Olivia stopped paying attention to street signs, turns, and other clues that would assist her in knowing their whereabouts. Instead, her mind was cluttered with images of torture and what was to come.
As she feels their speed slowing, she snaps out of her daze and takes in her surroundings. Wherever they were, it was obviously a low-end part of town.
The homes around them were in poor shape, with peeling paint, chipped bricks, and some with missing roof shingles.
Olivia moves her face slightly to examine the neighborhood and she feels the tight skin on her face, produced by her dried tears.
The car stops and Grant grabs his gun, and presses it hard into her thigh.
"Don't get cute," he warns her. "Even if you tried to scream or run… nobody here would help you."
Olivia faces Grant and nods her head slightly.
"Even so… if I see that people are the least bit suspicious, I'll kill them. You hear me? Even if it's a child, I'll kill them. Try me," he says, pressing the gun harder into her thigh.
"Okay," Olivia answers in a soft tone.
"Don't move," Grant orders, as he removes his keys from the ignition and exits the car.
He comes around to Olivia's side of the car, and opens her door. He offers her his hand, which she accepts while climbing out of the car.
Grant closes the passenger door, and begins guiding Olivia up the sidewalk that leads to a house.
Olivia's both relieved and disappointed as she looks around and sees no people close by. It was still the early part of the day so Olivia figured that everyone must have been either at work or school.
She realizes that her chances of anybody helping her have decreased, but she is thankful that there is nobody around for Grant to hurt or kill.
They step onto the porch and Grant reaches his hand out, ringing the house doorbell. Olivia looks up at him, confusion plastered across her face.
"What? You didn't think I'd be taking you to my house did you?" Grant asks.
Olivia doesn't answer him and faces back toward the door. The door swings open and man answers. Olivia guesses that the man was in his mid forties.
He had brown, greasy hair with a few gray specks. He obviously hadn't shaven in weeks because he was beginning to grow a stubby beard.
"I thought you wouldn't be by until later?" he asks Grant.
"The stupid bitch went to her home earlier than I expected," Grant responds, while pushing past the man and pulling Olivia inside the house with him.
Olivia looks around the house and gags after taking in its strong stench. She wasn't surprised that the house reeked because it was a complete mess, cluttered with trash.
She looks into the kitchen attached to the living room, and sees empty beer bottles on the counter, along with old fast food wrappers.
"Where'd you find this princess," the man asks, observing the look of disgust on Olivia's face.
"Don't worry about it," Grant responds. "She ain't got nothin' to do with you. Just show us where we will be staying and stay out of our way."
Olivia realizes that this man was obviously not here to help her, but she decides that maybe if he knew that she was a cop, he would reconsider letting Grant keep her here.
She decides that she has nothing to lose and begins to identify herself.
"I'm Olivia Benson," she says, surprising Grant.
"Shut the fuck up!" Grant snaps.
Olivia continues and speaks faster to assure that she would be able to fully identify herself.
"I- I'm a cop. I'm a cop. I work in Manhattan…Special Victims Unit. If you let him do this, you could be facing a lot of trouble -"
Before she could continue to warn the man, Grant takes his gun, whipping it hard across her face. Olivia nearly falls to the floor before Grant catches her, clinging onto her shirt.
He pulls her up to both feet, violently shaking her, his hand now gripped tight around the collar of her shirt.
"What the HELL did I just tell you?" Grant yells, shaking Olivia again, so roughly that he momentarily lifts her off the ground.
The man interrupts them.
"Fuck, Grant! A COP? Are you crazy?"
Grant releases Olivia and her hands immediately go to her neck which was now sore from her shirt collar being ground against it. Grant faces the man.
"This isn't up for negotiation, Roy! It doesn't matter who she is! You owe me this and you know it! Now show me to the room!" Grant yells.
Roy sighs, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Okay, cool down. I'll still help you out. But Jesus, man, a cop?"
Roy starts walking, leading them down the nearby hallway.
Still furious with her outburst, Grant pulls rougher than necessary on Olivia's arm as they follow closely behind him.
Roy stops at a door on the right.
"Here it is," he tells them while opening the door to the bedroom.
The bedroom contained floral wallpaper and a queen sized bed with a floral blanket. The room was old fashioned with two antique-like dressers in its left corners and an old, worn wooden floor.
Roy glances over to Olivia and notices the horrified expression on her face.
"Help me," she mouths to him.
Roy swallows hard and looks away from her face.
"You need anything else?" he asks, turning to Grant.
"No," Grant answers. "This should be fine."
Roy begins to walk away and Olivia decides to try one final time, now yelling out to him.
"Please! Please don't let him do this! Roy, Please!" she pleads to him.
Grant quickly wraps his hand around her face, clasping his rough palms onto her lips.
"I said shut up. SHUT UP!" he yells before pushing her into the bedroom.
Roy stops in his tracks for a few moments before reluctantly walking back in the direction of the living room.
Grant enters the bedroom, slamming the door, causing the walls to shake. His face was red with fury and his fists were clinched tight. Olivia makes her way to the farthest side of the bed, guarding herself behind it.
Location: The 1-6 Precinct
Fin walks over to Cragen's office, gently knocking on the open door.
"Come on in," Cragen answers before Fin approaches his desk.
"Hey, Cap. Heard any news on Elliot yet?"
Cragen shakes his head.
"I got nothin'. Try Olivia or Kathy."
"We tried Liv a couple times… she's not pickin' up the phone," Fin responds, disregarding Cragen's Kathy suggestion.
"Give it an hour or two, she'll answer. She's probably tied up right now, looking for the quickest way to bail him out," Cragen says.
"I guess," Fin answers, shrugging.
Cragen glances up at Fin's face and notices his uneasiness as Fin looks down, placing his hands into his pockets.
"What's wrong, Fin? Elliot's going to be just fine. He's never been convicted before… and he has several men in blue that will vouch for him. Stop worrying about it," Cragen says, reassuring him.
"It's not Elliot that I'm worried about," Fin responds. "I don't like Liv not answering her phone while this Meyers character is around."
"The suspect that's pressing the charges? Why? You think he'll go after Olivia for this?" Cragen asks.
"No, I think he's had a hard-on for Liv before all of this," Fin answers. "Liv ran into him at the coffee shop the other morning, and she might've even been there when Elliot supposedly assaulted this guy."
"Ya think so? Why wouldn't she tell us that?"
Fin doesn't respond, but he knew the answer. He and Munch both suspected that she and Elliot had been romantically involved for some time now.
Fin knew that if Olivia had told the Captain the details of that night that Cragen would have questioned their relationship and Elliot's reasoning for staying out late with Olivia, and not being home with his wife and kids.
"I think you may be jumping the gun on this one, Fin," Cragen says. "However, if you and Munch are feeling uncomfortable about this situation, then I advise you to go check on 'er."
Fin exits Cragen's office without a second thought. He realizes that he may just be paranoid about the entire situation, but he chooses not to relax until he proves himself wrong.
Location: Roy's House
Grant stands near the door, staring Olivia down, taking pleasure in making her wait. He enjoyed the mental torture.
He was yet to lay a finger on her, but he could see that she was already suffering as her chest would rise and fall with each intense breath.
Olivia couldn't stand the silence. She decides to take her chances at speaking to him.
She realizes that there is no chance of him releasing her, but she figures she could say some things to lessen his rage.
"Grant… I'm sorry," she says, her tone timid. "Honestly, I'm sorry. Relax… please."
"I don't want to hear it, Olivia. I gave you chance after chance to get your act together… And you chose not too," he says, slowly approaching Olivia, and speaking to her like a parent would when disciplining their child. "Anything that happens from here on out is your own fault. Act like a naughty bitch, get treated like a naughty bitch."
Olivia backs away as she sees Grant getting closer and closer to her.
She searches desperately around the room, looking for something, anything to defend herself with. She notices a jar holding coins on one of the dressers, but it was on the opposite side of the room.
"Why are you doing this?" she softly cries as she notices Grant gradually closing in on the distance between them.
"Simple. Because you need to know your place. Ever since we first met, it's been nothing but disrespect with you." Grant finally closes in on Olivia, but doesn't make any drastic moves.
"I- I'm sorry…I know that now. I know…I'm sorry, Grant," Olivia whispers, holding her hands out to his chest to limit his distance to her.
"You do? You know your place now? Good." Grant replies, nodding. "Then lay down," he says, cocking his head toward the bed beside them. "Prove to me that you know your place."
Olivia looks down at the worn out blanket spread over the ratty mattress, and faces Grant again.
She says nothing, shaking her head while looking to the floor.
"That's what I thought," Grant says, bringing his right hand out and backhanding Olivia across the face, using so much force that the side of her head collides with the wall.
Olivia grabs onto her burning cheek, and sinks to the floor.
"Don't…wait," she pleads with him as she extends her other hand out to shield herself.
Ignoring her pleas, Grant kicks her in the side, near her ribcage. Olivia curls up on the floor, flinching as she guards herself.
"You're nothing but a lying bitch. I thought you said you knew your place, you little cunt!" he yells before grabbing her hair and yanking her up to her feet.
"D- Don't…Please stop," Olivia says again, barely audible.
"There you go, giving me orders again!" Grant extends his hands out and wraps them around her fragile neck.
He squeezes hard, choking her. His grasp is so tight that Olivia's face immediately turns red.
"Okay stop!" Olivia coughs out, barely able to speak.
"What's the matter?" Grant asks in a mocking tone as he increases the pressure.
"Plea-… You're gon-….You're gonna kill me," Olivia whispers, gasping for air.
Grant increases his pressure a bit more before releasing her. Olivia bends over, coughing and gasping for air.
"You ready for me now?" Grant asks, cocking his head toward the bed again.
"No… please. I- I'm sorry," Olivia says, her breathing labored.
"You're sorry, huh?" Grant says, slanting his eyebrows. "Let's see how sorry you are now."
Grant turns around, and begins searching the room.
"Let's see what we can find, shall we," he says as he looks from corner to corner.
"Fuck, there's practically nothing in here… I guess I'll have to improvise," he says, walking over to the bed and grabbing a pillow.
Olivia rushes into the nearest corner, extending her arms out once again to shield herself. Grant doesn't waste any time, grabbing onto her hair and whipping Olivia onto the floor.
Pain rips through her body as Grant slams Olivia onto her back. Olivia tries to speak, but her words are muted and she is winded from the impact. Grant quickly straddles her and grips his hands on either side of the pillow.
He waits for Olivia to exhale before forcing the pillow down onto her face. Olivia immediately panics, flailing her arms out. Grant leans his body weight on both sides of the pillow.
Olivia thrashes her head from side to side, but the pillow remains secure. Olivia's cries come out muffled as she screams through the pillow.
"Yeah, bitch. I bet you're sorry now, aren't ya?" Grant says as he steadily increases his pressure.
Grant is suddenly interrupted when he hears a knock at the door. He curses, throwing the pillow to the side and lifting himself up off Olivia.
Olivia rolls to her side, wheezing and coughing. Grant walks over and opens the door while Olivia remains on the ground, concentrating on every last breath.
"What's going on in here, man? I'm not comfortable with this shit," Roy says, quietly, but load enough for Olivia to hear him. "I didn't sign up for all of this."
"Yeah? I didn't sign up to get you out of your mess either, Roy, but I did! If it weren't for me you wouldn't even be standing here. You'd be behind bars, being some man's bitch and you know it!" Grant yells.
"I know, Grant. But you didn't warn me about any of this," Roy replies, looking over at Olivia who was still lying on the floor, struggling for oxygen.
"There's nothing more to talk about, Roy. If you want me to leave, I will. I can't make any promises though. You know who will be making you a visit if I walk out that door."
Olivia's breath was finally beginning to even out. She slowly sits up, facing Roy.
"Don't listen him…The cops know that I'm missing, and you can guarantee that they will find me. You don't want to go down for this, Roy…It's not worth it," Olivia says, taking shallow breaths.
Grant turns toward Olivia, his eyes as cold as ice. She knew that if that door shut again with just Grant and her in this room, there would be hell to pay.
Olivia sees the wrath in his eyes, and silently prays for Roy not to turn away.
"I've handled it," Grant says, facing back toward Roy. "Trust me. Not a soul knows she's hear."
Olivia's prayers go unanswered as Roy turns back toward the living room and walks away.
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