Chapter 7

Olivia opened her eyes but couldn't see anything because everything was blurry. She blinked them a few more times to make her vision more clear, and when her eyes finally cleared, she saw bright lights- and that didn't help the killer headache that she had. Olivia had no clue where she was, when it was or who she was with, but she tried to piece together how the evening went. Left work...walked home...heard a noise...beaten girl...knocked out…...She couldn't remember anything else besides that, but then a man walked in and said "hello Livvy. Have a nice sleep?" Oliva glared at the man that she recognized at her father, or the man the rape her mother, killed her brother, and hurt an innocent women to get to her. She had not clue what he was going to do to her, but she guessed it wouldn't be pretty.

At the precinct the squad was tracing her phone and his car. They also checked all his properties, but found nothing. He was smart. Too smart. "It's been hours," Elliot stated to just to let everybody know, even though they were keeping track too.

Captian Cragen walked out of his office and over to his squad and said "I called in someone that might be able to help us, but Elliot, you have to play nice."

"Who is this mystery person you called in?" Munch asked.

Before he could answer, agent Dean Porter from the FBI walked in. "That would be me.

Olivia was now tied to the chair and starting to piece back her memory from the previous night. She had gotten her sense of time back when he opened the curtains to a small window at the other end of the wall. Olivia could see it was light out: therefore she had been there for at least 6 hours and he had done nothing to her, besides the hitting her on the head to get her there.

The man entered the room and before he said anything slapped her across the face hard, very hard. So hard that she tasted blood in her mouth. He then went to the back of the chair grabbed a piece of her long wavy brown hair and chopped a piece off. "You looked too much like your mother." He said in a harsh tone that made her shiver. Then he cut of another piece, and another piece until her hair was cut to about the middle of her neck, some pieces shorter some pieces longer. Once he was done playing hair dresser he took the back of her chair and tipped it so both her and the chair fell on the ground. He started kicking her over and over again. In the stomach, in the head, everywhere he could. Olivia tried to keep her eyes open, but she failed and blacked out.