AN Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! I really didn't expect this chapter to fall on Christmas day but... o.O so sorry "/
*Liv's POV*
I woke up with a horrible headache, what ever Clayton drugged me with had some nasty side effects, but that wasn't the most important thing at this time. I looked around the room, the walls were an ugly, gloomy shade of grey and the bed was the only thing in here. I didn't want to admit this to myself but I was scared for my life, this was the one time this whole situation felt real.
"Olivia," Clayton's raspy voice greeted as he walked though the door, "you're awake, good!" Clayton seemed in a good mood but I didn't have anything to retort. Clayton came beside the bed, "Comfy?" As if he cared, "You'll need to be." Clayton pulled out a syringe and gave me something; I could tell it wasn't as strong as before because it took awhile for me to fade away.
I woke up and was instantly cold, I wanted to gag when I realized he had taken my clothes off, Oh God, he's going to rape me now.
I had given up on Elliot and the guys finding me, I was going to be raped and murdered, by tomorrow I'd be another Jane Doe on a slab in the morgue. It wasn't long before Clayton came in, he must know when I wake up, I closed my eyes and prayed it was just a dream, I didn't believe there was a God, but if there was where was He now?
"Well my love," Clayton walked over to the bed and slapped me across the face, "That was for being a cheating bitch!" He put his hands around my throat and gently started to squeeze
PLEASE GOD!
Clayton had set up a camera; I didn't even want to think about why he was taping me, probably to send to Cragen. I didn't want anyone to see this.
The next hour was filled with screams, and pleads to stop. The more I fought back the more I got beaten. He would constantly ask me 'if I liked that' or 'does it feel good' he would keep repeating 'this is what you're missing out on you lying whore!' I felt ashamed, he made me do everything imaginable and when I resisted the beatings were horrible.
"Smile at the camera bitch," Clayton finally said, "so Detective Stabler can see your pretty little face." Clayton had taken the camera off the tripod and zoomed in on my face, where most of the beatings occurred, as far as I knew I could've had a concussion, "So, Detective Stabler, see how your partner is? You know what happens next." Even his taunting scared the crap out of me; I know what happens next, the morgue.
He put the camera in my face like he wanted to talk, what's the worst that could happen if I did? I was already in hell, "El, help me." I whispered but made sure he could read my lips.
He clicked off the camera, "Good, Bitch." He left the room with out tying me up again, I curled up and started to cry myself to sleep, the only good thing was he used protection.