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Olivia looked out the window, watching the speeding cars go past her, tears silently streaming down her face.
Harris sat right against her, his knife out and had his arm wrapped firmly around her waist gripping her broken wrist painfully tight. Once in a while his eyes would close and his head would fall down before it jerked back up and he would quickly turn to Olivia as if making sure she wasn't trying to make an escape out a car going 80 down a high way where other cars were going just as fast as Parkers.
When Parker had first got on the high way, he asked Harris where he wanted to go, and Harris simply replied, "South."
So south he had gone and Olivia had been forced to withhold a sob as they passed the New Jersey welcome sign.
A few times during the night, Harris would suddenly start kissing her neck and moving his hands along her curves and Olivia had been forced to endure it as he held the knife to her throat every time he assaulted her.
The attacks were short lived, almost as if he was simply reminding why she was being forced to take this long car ride, giving her a preview of what awaited her when they finally stopped.
Harris' eyes closed and his head once again fell down before he jerked it back up.
"Pull over at the next rest stop," Harris told Parker as he nodded towards an approaching intersection. "You need to run in and get me some coffee."
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Parker asked with a hint of annoyance.
He turned towards Olivia before grabbing her face and jerking her away from the window making her look at him. "I need to talk to her in private."
Olivia glared at him and tried to pull away from him but before she could he reached over and kissed her on the lips shoving his tongue in as far as he could gagging her.
He pulled away with a smirk on his face and Olivia's silent tears continued.
Parker shrugged in indifference before he pulled off the high way and pulled up to a toll booth and as he rolled down his window to pay the man, Harris grabbed Olivia once more and kissed her more forcefully then before, making sure she couldn't inform the man of what was going on.
She tried to push him away, but he gripped her wrists and it was with a severe effort she didn't cry out in pain when he grabbed her broken wrist.
When they drove away from the man, Harris let go of her and Olivia backed away as far as she could away from him as she tenderly clutched her wrist.
Harris noticed the discomfort and smirked at her. "When you're in there; grab some aspirin, a cup of ice, a T-shirt and something to make a splint."
Olivia looked up from her wrist and couldn't help but cringe at as he took her wrist in his hand carefully turning it over as if he was examining it before he squeezed it as hard as he could.
Olivia let out a scream as she tried to pull away from his grasp but he wouldn't relent.
Harris chuckled as he finally did let go of her as Parker pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car.
"This is gonna be fun," said Harris in almost a sing song tone.
Olivia didn't even turn to glare at him and instead put all her focus on trying to ignore the blinding pain in her wrist.
Parker pulled the keys out of the car and stuffed them into his pocket before he got out and Olivia heard the lock clicks.
"Before you think about it," Harris said the moment Parker shut the door, leaning over her and puling on the handle, getting no results from the tumblers inside. "Child safety locks."
Olivia didn't answer him as he moved the hand that he had used t demonstrate the locks to her breast, groaning in slight pleasure as he roughly gripped it, his nails cutting into her, pinching her nipple and twisting it in his fingers.
Olivia gasped in pain and tried to pull away but Harris pulled her back to him and gripped her by the shoulders.
Yanking her down, she was flat on her back in the back seat with Harris on top of her, leaving her little to no space to move or defend herself.
He kissed her on the lips, moving his lips down to her jaw line before moving to her throat. "I thought you wanted to know a little secret about your prick boyfriend," he muttered against her skin. "Something just between the two of us."
Olivia jerked away from him and narrowed her eyes at the man on top of her. A cold smirk growing on his face as he looked at her. "Oh that's right. You don't like me talking about him, do you? You don't want to hear how he died because of you. I gave him the choice, tell me where the hell you were, or die. I really thought the bastard would choose to save himself. After all." Harris stroked her cheek, his cruel smile growing when she jerked away from his touch. "Who the hell would ever want to love someone as weak and useless as you?"
Harris chuckled softly as tears appeared in her eyes. He leaned down even closer, his face not more than a few inches above hers. "You wanna know what his last words were before I killed him?" Harris ran his hand through her soft hair. "'I love you, Olivia'," he said with a mocking tone.
Not thinking about the fact that she was locked in a small cramped car with a rapist and murderer who hated her more than anything, she spit in his face.
Harris sat up at once, wiping his face vigorously with his hand.
"You little bitch!" he growled as he glared furiously down at her.
He pulled back his hand and backhanded her as hard as he could.
Olivia cried out in pain as he hit her once more.
He was about to hit her again before the driver's side door opened and Parker sat back down in the car, putting both the large coffee and the small cup of ice in the cup holder and handing Harris a plastic bag of the supplies he had asked for.
"What the hell did I miss?" he asked as he looked between Olivia and Harris.
"The stupid cunt spat on me," Harris grumbled as he once again wiped his face where it had landed.
Parker smirked and turned to Olivia. "You better stop that now. You're gonna have to learn how to swallow a lot soon enough."
Parker laughed at the frightened look on Olivia's face before turning to Harris. "What did you need the stuff for anyway?"
"Drive first," Harris muttered as he looked in the bag making sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
"Anyplace in particular or-"
"Just go south again."
Parker nodded in agreement before he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off going south once more, getting onto the highway within minutes.
Once they were on the highway, Harris pinned her arms down with one of his arms while he quickly untied the belt holding the bathrobe closed.
"Don't!" Olivia screamed as she tried to get her two arms out from under his pin, her one wrist feeling as if it were about to explode in pain.
Harris ignored her pleas before he threw open her robe and let his eyes wonder over her nude body still slightly wet from her bath.
Olivia trembled under his touch as he moved his hands over her breasts before he grabbed her injured wrist and pulled it towards him.
"I'll fix it on one condition," he said with a cold grin. "Kiss me."
"Let go of me!" Olivia screamed as he gripped her broken wrist even tighter than before.
"Kiss me and I'll help you out, even give you an aspirin for the pain. You don't, and I have Parker unlock the door and I push your ass out." he said with a smirk.
Olivia remained silent, her bottom lip trembling as she forced herself not to scream anymore.
Harris's smile fell from his face before he grabbed the door handle.
"Parker," Harris snapped and Olivia felt her heart jump into her throat as she heard a tiny click come from the door she was tied to, Harris grabbing the door handle and began to pull it open.
As fast as she had ever moved in her life, she pulled his lips to her and kissed him as hard as she could, feeling her already bruised lips cry in protest.
He kissed her back, sticking his tongue in her mouth and massaging hers, and Olivia forced herself to kiss him back, making her lips and tongue mold well with his.
Still noticing his hand on the handle and the door wasn't locked yet, she took her hands and, ignoring the pain in her wrist, ran them through his greasy hair bringing him even closer than before, gently tugging on his hair, salty tears making their way down her face the entire time.
Harris moaned in her mouth before he finally took his hand off of the handle and Olivia heard, with a tiny sigh of relief that Harris ignored, Parker lock the door once more.
Harris pulled away first, leaving Olivia in tears and breathing heavily, her lips tingling from the forced kiss.
"Now I see why he said he loved you. If that was just how you kissed, I can't wait to see how you fuck."
Olivia remained silent as Harris sat up, Olivia following his movement and once again moved as far as she could away from him. Harris opened the plastic bag and pulled out the bottle of Tylenol and handed it to her.
Olivia cautiously unscrewed the top and with a sigh of slight relief peeled off the safety seal and pulled out the cotton, taking two of them and swallowing them.
Harris handed her the cup of coffee and she gratefully took a few sips to get the pills down, unable to look at him as he took the coffee back.
She heard something rip and saw out of the corner of the eye as he took the ice and put it into a small part of the T-shirt he had torn off.
He wordlessly handed it to her and Olivia placed it against her now swelling wrist letting out the smallest sigh of relief as the coldness began to take rid of some of the pain.
Harris took her by the wrist and Olivia hissed in pain as he reached in the bag once more and pulled out a package of pens and tore them open and pulled one out.
He gently laid it against her wrist and began to wrap the T-shirt around it tightly so she could no longer move it.
"We'll stop somewhere in the morning and Parker will get something to make a better splint," Harris told her as he tied the T-shirt in its final knot before looking back up at her. "If you behave yourself."
Olivia spoke not a word or gave any acknowledgment as she turned and looked back out the window, Harris once again getting as close as he could to her and wrapping his arm around her waist, only this time he didn't even get near her wrist.
Elliot's House, Queens NY, 2:37 AM
Elliot groaned as he groggily opened his eyes being awoken by the annoying perseverance of his cell phone.
Hitting both his alarm clock and a photo of him and Kathy, he finally picked up his cell phone and answered it.
"Stabler," he mumbled into the phone, half asleep still.
"We got a huge problem," Cragen's worried voice told him making him more awake then even the best coffee ever had.
"What's going on?" Elliot asked as he shot up in bed and all but ran out of it to his dresser.
"CSU found fingerprints on Olivia's dresser drawer that didn't belong to her, they were in the system."
"But that's good then. We can nail the sick bastard," Elliot said as he pulled on a clean shirt.
"We're in the process of tracking him down, but Elliot, his prints weren't in any criminal database. They were in the New York State of Corrections database."
Elliot stopped cold, realization dawning on him. "Harris. Oh god, we have to get a hold of Olivia! If this sick bastard is after her then-."
"We're too late," Cragen said, and Elliot was shocked to hear tears in his captions voice.
Elliot felt every speck of warmth leave the room and he simply stood in the middle of his bedroom, a pair of jeans in his hand. "What… what do you mean we're too late?"
"Police were called to the hotel she was staying at. There were reports of a woman screaming and men yelling. Then one of the guests saw a dead body outside her door. It's not her!" Cragen reassured him before he thought the absolute worst. "But Olivia was nowhere to be found."
"So let's put up road blocks around the city, no one in or out. I mean if it just happened then-."
"That's the problem, Elliot; homicide didn't make the connection on who was taken until just now. They were called there at eleven a clock, three and a half hours ago."
Elliot clutched the dresser for support as he forced himself to speak. "We… we can't give up!"
"I know, and I promise you we're not going to. But you need to get down to the station now. I got Munch questioning other hotel guests and workers and I got Fin getting us the copy of every security tape within a ten mile radios pretty much. And Elliot."
Elliot forced himself to take a deep breath before he answered. "Yes, Captain?"
"We'll get her back. I promise you."
Elliot sad nothing as he hung up the phone and snapped it shut standing there for several moments before he let out a loud, primitive scream.
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