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A lump began to form in Calvin's throat as he tried to back away from the rather large man.
"Please, please don't." Calvin grew angry at himself. He sounded so weak. The man's expression looked cruel.
"Please don't what?" He laughed as he took a firm grip of Calvin's arm.
"NO!" Calvin screamed as he began thrashing around violently. He had to get away. He had to save Olivia. The man took ahold of Calvin's throat and lifted his small body up off the ground. Calvin began to claw at the man's big, meaty hands. His face was beginning to turn purple.
"Aww, can the poor baby not breathe?" The man mocked as Calvin slowly began to grow limp in his hands. He couldn't blackout! Not now! The environment around him was beginning to lose focus and his head felt like it was going to explode.
Suddenly, red and blue lights shone brightly from behind him and sirens rang out. He was saved!
"What the fuck? Shit!" The man released Calvin and took off toward his truck. Gravel crunched as the undercover cop car pulled up beside them.
"Stop! Police!" A voice, deep and familiar, called out. The sound of the man's truck roared to life and quickly took off toward the interstate. Clavin felt his body collapse onto the ground, he was sure he was going to shatter into a million piece. The dirt beneath him felt cold, lifeless. He let himself breathe. He was going to be fine. He was going to be fine. Tears streamed rapidly down his face and his heart rate slowed. Footsteps quickly approached him.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" That voice again. The voice of the man who had saved him. Why did it sound so familiar? Calvin took a few more deep breaths before finally sitting up and looking at the police officer.
"Elliot?" Calvin's eyes grew wide.
"Oh my God, Calvin!" Elliot dropped down onto his knees.
"What are you doing, I mean, why...how are you here?" Elliot could not believe what he was seeing.
"I had to escape. Please, you have to help me. You have to help her." Tears continued to pour from his eyes making streaks across his dirt caked cheeks.
"Help her?" Elliot asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"Olivia."
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The first bullet ripped through her side, the second through her left shoulder. Her body collided onto the ground. The pain, sharp and intense, pulsed fiercely throughout her.
"Shit." Olivia groaned as she attempted to stand. Crimson poured from both wounds. She stumbled forward before collapsing back onto the grass.
"Suck it up, Liv. You've got to get up!" She cried to herself, trying once again to get herself up off the ground. The sound of footsteps and laughter erupted from behind her.
"Oh my, Olivia! What happened?" Hearing Carl's voice was like chewing tin foil. Her nails dug deeply into the earth beneath her.
"You've really fucked up, Olivia." Carl crouched down beside her, his hands slowly running up and down her back. Her nails dug deeper. The pain was unbearable.
"I didn't want to shoot you. You brought that upon yourself." Olivia snarled at the comment.
"I really don't understand why you were so upset in the first place. I mean, we were just going to have a little fun together. And, honestly, you look like you could've benefited from a good screwing." Carl's hand tangled itself into Olivia's hair and he swiftly yanked her aching body up off of the ground. Olivia cried out in pain.
"You know, women aren't usually my cup of tea. I prefer little boys," Carl paused, his hand still holding on firmly to her hair, "But you my dear are something special." Olivia tried her best to control her breathing. Carl laughed at the obvious agony she was in.
"What a pitiful little bitch you are." Carl pushed Olivia hard back onto the ground.
"Agh!" Olivia howled. Gurgling and coughing, Olivia's mouth felt as though it was filling up with hot, liquid metal. Blood escaped her mouth in a thick continuous stream as she continued to cough.
"Haha! Oh man, that's fucking sick!" Carl laughed enjoying the sight of Olivia as she struggled to remain concious. She brought her hand up to her mouth trying to stop her hacking. Her entire body felt hot.
"You know I could help you." Carl whispered into Olivia's ear, his voice rang in her head.
"I'm a trained EMT, I have all the supplies needed to fix you inside. All you have to do..." Carl's voice trailed off. Olivia continued to cough.
"All you have to do is apologize to me." Olivia's face hardened at the request. What the fuck do she have to apologize for?
"Aww, don't look so cross, Liv. You want to live don't you?" He placed his hand on her injured shoulder causing Olivia to twist away in pain.
"God, anyone ever tell you you're super hot when you're hurt. I love seeing stubborn women realize they have no more options. You need me. Admit it!" Carl taunted. Olivia wanted nothing more than to rip out his throat. Blood continued to pour from her body. She was going to die. Shit.
"I, I need you." Olivia spoke through closed teeth. This was more painful than the freakin' injuries.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Carl teased. He leaned down closer to her.
"I said I need you!" Olivia screamed as a wave of pain flooded throughout her body. Carl smiled and pulled Olivia up off the ground.
"That's what I thought. Bitches are so easy to break." Carl hissed as he carried Olivia back into the house.
It's this or die. It's this or die. It's this or die.
Olivia kept her mouth shut as he threw her damaged body onto the couch. He walked off for a few minutes and returned with a white plastic box. He pulled out a syringe full of a yellow liquid and some rubbing alcohol. After swabbing her arm with alcohol he slid the needle easily into her skin.
"Night night, Liv." Carl smiled before pushing the yellowing liquid into her arm.
