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Chapter 9
Olivia had somehow fallen asleep, probably just because of how sick she felt. When she looked outside it was dark. "Shit." she cursed. She had been sleeping whilst she knew Elliot was dying. She was suddenly aware of how much she needed to pee; the sound of the water outside wasn't helping any. She hated to have to ask for permission to go the toilet but she was desperate.
"Rook! Rook!" she yelled.
She heard the door open then he walked in. "Something wrong Olivia?" he asked.
"I gotta pee." she told him.
He walked over to the bed and began removing the rope from her ankle. She winced as she saw just how red raw her ankle was, the rope had cut right into her skin. "We need to get that cleaned up." Merritt thought out loud.
"I'm fine." she said.
"It'll scar if we don't take care of it."
"Believe me it won't be my worst." she said as she swung her legs round. Her arms were pulled by the rope that still held them to the bed. Merritt untied the rope from the bed but not from around her wrists.
Once in the bathroom she put her arms out in front of her, waiting for him to untie it. "It stays on." Merritt said.
"I wanna get washed up." she told him. It was true and she wanted to gargle a load of water in her mouth to try and get rid of the taste of vomit. She hadn't showered since her and Elliot's last day in the hospital so she felt grubby and really did just want to get cleaned up somewhat.
"It stays on." Merritt said again.
"I haven't tried to run. I have done everything you wanted me to I came here and you are the one who is not keeping your end of the deal, so why is it you don't trust me?" she said, knowing she was going off on a bit of a rant but she was pissed off.
"I do trust you." he said.
"Then untie the rope." she said holding her arms out again.
Merritt looked at her and she was just waiting for him to say no again when he began untying the rope. With her arms free he walked out shutting the door; with him gone she went straight over to the toilet to relieve herself.
As she was washing her hands she purposely held her rope burnt wrists under the cold water, enjoying the cooling comfort it provided. There was a knock on the door then Merritt walked in. "I brought you a towel." he said.
She looked at him but didn't respond she just kept her wrists under the water. "Are you ready for your first test?" he suddenly asked her.
"Yes." she said, ripping her wrists away from the water and drying them off with the towel Rook held out to her.
Merritt looked at her and smiled at how eager she was to save her partner. "Then take off your clothes."
His words hit her hard. She closed her eyes and prayed she had misheard him. He walked over to her and pushed her back into the bedroom. "Take off your clothes and if I have to ask you again then this whole thing is over and your partner is dead." Merritt said to her again.
As pissed off as it made her she pulled her top off and threw it down on the bed. "Uh uh" Merritt said as he held his hand out. She shook her head and passed him her shirt. She watched as he pressed it against his face. He could feel her body's warmth and scent lingering on it. He suddenly looked at her. "And your trousers." he said.
She unfastened her jeans with some difficulty as her hands shook; she never thought they would stop. She tucked her fingers into her waistband and slid her jeans off and threw them at him as forcibly as she could. She had left her black lacey panties on purposely; wanting to keep herself as covered from him for as long as she could. She reached up to unclip her matching bra but was stopped by Merritt.
"That'll do." he said, immediately seeing the obvious confusion on her face, "Get on the bed." he told her.
Her heart sunk as she looked at the bed. She knew her bottom lip was trembling so she bit down on it hoping to stop it. She lowered herself down onto the bed then watched as Merritt put her now folded clothes down on a chair in the corner of the room before walking over to the bed. "Lay down. I want you to be comfortable."
'Oh how nice a caring rapist' she thought sarcastically to herself. Doing as she was ordered she lay down on her back. She couldn't help but quietly whimper as Merritt climbed onto the bed next to her. She closed her eyes and waited for him to climb on top of her or to begin touching her but all he did was cover them both over with a blanket then settle down next to her. He rolled over onto his side, pushing her onto her side with his body. He wrapped his arm around her and tangled his fingers up with hers before bringing their arms down to rest on her stomach.
Olivia winced and yelped in pain as their arms hit her cracked ribs; thanks to the beating Karl had gave her. Merritt quickly lifted their arms up before lowering them down on her hip. "I'm sorry." he said genuinely.
"It's okay." she said quietly, not sure why, but she was willing to be polite to him if it meant saving Elliot. "Will you tell me how to help Elliot tomorrow?" she asked him.
"Go to sleep." he said, it was like he had completely ignored her.
She tried to wriggle free from him she didn't see why she should play along if he wasn't going to help Elliot. Merritt quickly tightened his grip. "I'll tell you, now please go to sleep." he assured her.
She 'relaxed' back down again and wanted to scream when he snuggled against her instead she closed her eyes and pictured Elliot and thought about him and prayed he was holding in there. "I'm doing this for you" she thought before her exhausted body gave in to sleep.
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Olivia had woken up to find herself wearing a thin summer dress. It really wasn't something she would have chosen but it was clothes and beat being almost as naked as the day she was born in front of Rook. She began to climb out of the bed only to fall flat on her face as she realized her ankle was tied up again. She looked up when she heard the door open. It was morning and she guessed the tray Rook held was her breakfast. She wanted to anything but eat.
"Thank you but I'm really not hungry." she said as politely as she could out of fear he would repeat yesterdays torture.
"Okay I'll get the tube and the bag." he said in a sing-song voice.
"No please. I'll eat it I just feel sick from being on the boat is all." she said.
"If you want we can take this outside and sit on the grass bank by the water to eat it." Merritt said.
She nodded, anything beat being on the boat.
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She was able to eat more than she thought she would be able to, she guessed that was because she was still and not swaying from the boat moving on the water. Merritt had watched her eat most of the breakfast. She threw some toast down unable to eat another bite. "Thank you." she said, "So are you going to tell me how I can help Elliot now, you said you would today."
"Maybe tomorrow." he said as he looked out over the water.
"Tomorrow he'll be dead…" she muttered as she pushed herself up. She was getting out of here seeing as he wouldn't help her like he said he would. She looked behind to see Merritt up and chasing her, she quickly began to run. She was running so fast and looking back to check to see Rook wasn't catching up to her that she stumbled and fell to the floor. She tried to push herself up but Rook threw himself down on top of her, pinning her down.
"Help me! Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Rook reached out and picked up a rock and as she tried to scream again he brought it crashing down against her head, she was out cold straight away. He dropped the rock out of his shaking hand and looked at her unconscious form beneath him. "Look what you made me do." he whispered shakily as he brushed her hair back getting blood on his hands from the wound on the side on her head. He leant forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "I'm sorry." he whispered.
TBC
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