I DON'T EVEN WANT TO DISCUSS WHAT A COMPLETE BITCH THIS STORY HAS BEEN TO ME BUT WHEN I TELL YOU ALL THAT THE STRUGGLE HAS BEEN REAL, PLEASE BELIEVE ME! SO HEAR WE ARE WITH CHAPTER TEN, THE HELL RETURNS, FAUST…WELL, HE'S FAUST AND…WELL HE'S FAUST. NOT MUCH ELSE TO SAY EXCEPT DICK WOLF OWNS THE SVU CHARACTERS AND I HOPE THAT YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE IT WAS MY OWN PERSONAL FAUST FOR WEEKS!

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Three weeks later…

He'd gotten restless in the weeks that followed Casey. For over a month he kept a low profile as he planned – stalked and planned for his next two, and final kills but they hadn't made it easy. The cunt judge…It was just a matter of finding the right moment when he could breach her security and get to her but the cop…she was a whole other kind of difficult!

In addition to security, she has a husband who never leaves her side…and he's big – a fact that scared Faust but he figured that if it came down to it, he would just have to deal with the guy if all else failed…but he prayed that it wouldn't come to that.

He had developed a taste for the kill beyond just that of the five women he'd originally targeted. And before a month had fully passed, the urge came again and with no way of getting close to his intended victims, he wandered out into the night to seek someone that no one would miss and who could satisfy his urge. Nothing else mattered, not even the possibility that he may be infected with the AIDS virus. He was past the point of caring.

"Hey papi, whatchu lookin for?" the young woman in the bikini top and micro-mini skirt asked while loudly and annoyingly popping the gum in her mouth. It was easy to tell that she wore no panties underneath. He was interested.

"How much?"

"25 to suck yo dick, 50 to fuck" she said and licked her already over-glossed lips.

Whores! Every single one of them, whether they were walking the stroll or living within a white picket fence, they were all whores and they all had a price! But he would show this little whore; he'd show her good!

After he'd fucked her to within an inch of her life, just as she was coming he wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed and when she realized what was happening and tried to fight, clawing at his hands as it became harder to breathe, he squeezed harder, taking pleasure in her struggle and as her eyeballs bulged from her head and her pulse faded beneath his hands, he felt powerful!

"Who knows" he thought "Maybe once they find out that it was me they'll be stupid enough to look away again! Idiot pigs!

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"What do we got?" Fin asked as he and Amanda approached Melinda, them having just arrived at the crime scene underneath the subway platform in Spanish Harlem. It was 3am and they'd been disturbed from their respective sleeps; to say that they were both somewhat grumpy was an understatement.

"Dead hooker" Melinda said as she kneeled over the body of the young Puerto Rican girl in front of her.

"Hooker? I got suits older than this girl!" No matter how much depravity the seasoned Sergeant had seen over the years, it never got easier, especially when it came to children and Fin could tell with all certainty that this victim was still a baby.

"15 according to some of the other working girls, Selena Rodriguez, went by the name Heavenly. From the looks of it raped, strangled and dumped." Melinda informed Fin and Amanda

"Christ!" Amanda mumbled

"Fluids?" Fin asked as he looked at the body

"Semen. Vaginal and anal; blood and skin under her nails…she fought while she was dying"

"What psycho rapes and murders a kid then dumps her naked in an alley?" Fin angrily wondered aloud

"The kind who obviously doesn't care about getting caught!

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After a long night of interviewing witnesses who really weren't since no one saw anything - at least not that they would admit, Fin and Amanda finally made their way back to the house just as the sun had come up over the city and now they were working hard trying to make sense of what little information they could get out of the other working girls who knew young Selena while praying that CODIS would give them a match on the fluids they'd collected.

Now, just after 9am and they had nothing more than when they'd arrived at the crime scene at 3am.

"15 years old and nobody sees or says a damn thing!" Amanda complained as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Until now!" Nick announced as he entered the squad room

"You got something?" Murphy asked

"Yep, went back to the neighborhood, talked to a few people, I got a timeframe and a description"

"How the hell you do that?"Fin grumbled

"…it's a Latino thing" Nick grinned

"I'm afraid what it is, is out of your hands!" Dean interjected as he entered the room

"What are you talking about, Porter?"

"What I'm talking about, Lieutenant Murphy" Dean began while reaching for a bear claw then taking a huge bite. "…is the fact that we got a hit in CODIS. The DNA found in and on Selena Rodriguez belongs to none other than Paul Faust!"

"Son of a bitch!" Rollins exclaimed "he's getting antsy! It's been a month since he got Casey, that's the longest he's gone between kills so far"

"He's deviating from his plan" Murphy added "Psycho's developed a bloodlust!"

"And that's exactly how he'll slip up. He can't get to Benson or Donnelly but he needs to kill" Fin concluded.

"Call 1PP" Dean ordered to no one in particular "Tell them I want more plain clothes patrol on the strolls!"

"On it!" One of the FBI agents answered

"Detective Amaro, give whatever info you got to my guys before you make a move. Rollins, I need a word with you in my office" Dean called to Amanda who got up from her desk and followed him.

"Shut the door" he ordered once she stepped inside. No sooner had her hand released the knob he was on her; pinning her petite body to the wall as he ravaged her mouth with his, them carrying on a full on make-out session like overheated teenagers until they were forced to break for air.

"Miss me?" he asked breathily. She responded by slapping his face so hard that his neck gave a crack as his head went spinning. "I'll take that as a no"

"You son of a bitch! Do you think I'm gonna just get over the fact that you tried to use me?!"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Because after the way you just kissed me…"

"First, you kissed me; second…" she finished the sentence with another equally violent slap to the other side of his face.

He hated to think what she'd do if she knew that sex wasn't what he was actually using her for; he'd only let her think it after he'd gotten all the information he wanted from her about Olivia and Trevor, then dumped her a week ago. But after getting bored with long hours and no way to release his stress and the fact that Amanda was a complete freak in bed, he decided that for the time being, he'd keep her around to satisfy his carnal needs - until he could worm his way back into Olivia's good graces…and her bed

"How long are you gonna hold a grudge?"

"I don't know. How much longer you plan on livin?"

"Okay…I deserve that"

"You deserve a hell of a lot more than a few slaps! If all you wanted was sex that would have been fine, you didn't have to let me think that you actually cared!"

"You're right, I was an ass, so how about a do-over? Amanda; will you engage in strictly platonic sex with me for the remainder of my stay in New York City?" he asked with a smile. Amanda, with a look of disgust marring her delicate features, huffed and slapped him again.

"Ass!"

"Will you stop hitting me?!" they were both distracted by a knock at the door that came just before Nick poked his head in.

"We got another one" he announced, looking oddly at the two with a feeling that he'd just walked in on something.

"Where?" Rollins asked

"Brooklyn SVU called it in, Brownsville. Exact same MO, another working girl"

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Amanda exclaimed as she followed Nick out of the office and Dean let out a frustrated sigh.

"What the hell is goin on with you and Rollins?" Fins voice suddenly cut through the quiet of the office.

"It's called knocking, Tutuola!"

"What the hell is goin on with you and Rollins?" Fin asked again, ignoring Dean who had taken a seat behind the desk.

"Nothing is going on between your partner and me – not that it's any of your business"

"Make sure you keep it that way, you are not gonna mess with her head!"

"Look, whatever you think is happening between Rollins and me is not what's happening so why don't you shut the hell up!"

"I don't need to know the details to know that you're an asshole who can't be trusted! Stay away from her!"

"I don't need this, I have work to do and I'm sure that you do too; close the door on your way out!" Dean didn't bother looking at Fin but could feel the ice-cold glare that Fin shot him before he left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Porter leaned back in his chair as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut. This case was a complete mess but the way he saw it, it was nothing that he couldn't handle; he had a reputation to uphold and he was determined that he would catch Faust before the maniac had a chance to finish his list – he'd die before he'd see that maggot harm Olivia!

"Olivia…" he sighed wistfully "The one that got away" even he couldn't understand why he'd never gotten over her. He'd always known that she and Stabler would never last and he had come back to town expecting to find them divorced or at least so rocky that the slightest nudge would break them but no, he comes back to find that the asshole is six feet under and not only is she now remarried with three kids – a fact he still can't wrap his head around; but her husband is actually a decent guy who's worthy of having her and after everything that he'd gotten out of Rollins about their life together and everything they'd gone through, he had actually begun having a change of heart about trying to come between the couple, even if it meant losing a second chance with Olivia.

"But hell, marriages fail every day…what's one more? Especially if it gets me what I want" he tried reasoning, but deep down, he knew it was wrong and struggled with his conscience – the one nobody even believed he possessed and do the right thing.

… And I have the idiot blonde to thank for giving me all the info I need to know how to play my hand; should I decide to play it!" Little did he know, Amanda wasn't the stupid girl he pegged her for and had plans of her own to get something she wanted…him!

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Tilden Houses, Brooklyn

"Imani Jackson, 22 raped and strangled. From the looks of things, I'd say she died near 5am." The medical examiner said to Nick and Amanda when they'd arrived on the scene. The naked body of the young African-American woman was lying on the ground near the garbage pile by the curb where she'd been found underneath several large bags of trash. Amanda took one look at her and…

"Oh my god! I know this girl!" She cried

"From where?" Nick asked

"Last year, she was raped and beaten by a john in Clinton projects; he walked and she went back to her pimp, never heard from her again and now…" she explained to Nick before turning to the Brooklyn detectives "He left fluids didn't he?"

"In and on her and this one's got pubic hair in her teeth. You thinking it's the same guy?" the graying older female detective asked Amaro and Rollins

"You were right, definitely the same MO" Nick confirmed "Looks like another one on Faust!"

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Sixteenth…

"They just found a third body in Queens, the Rockaways!" Murphy announced as he slammed the receiver down onto its cradle. "Same MO as Brooklyn and Manhattan, another working girl"

"I don't get it, three bodies in less than twenty four hours" Dean said as he shook his head in absolute disbelief

"Less than twelve hours" Murphy corrected.

"How is this possible? We got the NYPD and the FBI all over this so how the hell does this guy keep slipping past us?" The anger and frustration in Dean's voice was unmistakable

"Guy's a modern Houdini" Fin added.

"And making a complete fool out of us…" Murphy again "I can only wonder what his next trick will be!"

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The last whore proved to be difficult…she fought him hard, not as hard as the lawyer cunt had but harder than the black whore did earlier. Still, he got her! Too bad she looked just like his fucking ex wife, if she hadn't he wouldn't have needed to bash her face in until he broke every bone. Now, instead of the pretty blonde whore he'd picked up Far Rockaway an two hours ago, she looked more like bloody play dough and after dumping her body on the roof of a building, he went about his way.

Now as he stood in his run down room, staring at the last two pictures on his wall, the final pieces to his murderous puzzle of revenge and he wondered how much longer before it would be complete.

"These bitches can't avoid me forever…I just have to figure out a way to get past the fucking security guards, fuckers follow then everywhere they…" he suddenly paused "Paul you fuckin idiot!" he said, hitting himself upside the head as it became clearer.

"They're with the whores everywhere they are… but not where they aren't." a wicked smile crept upon his face; he'd just found his way back to the puzzle! Now, the only problem was deciding on when.

"Nothing will keep me away from you Olivia!"

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Langan home

"Do you have any idea how amazing you feel?" Trevor groaned as his lips found Olivia's neck and nipped at her pulse point while he continued driving into her. She whimpered as she continued to rock her hips against his, meeting each of his thrusts and now, by the way her walls had begun to twitch around him he knew that she was close.

"Just like that baby, come for me" he demanded, his eyes locked on hers as she moaned beneath him.

"I…" she gasped unable to even speak, her words cut short by the feel of his fingers on her clit, her back arching, eyes rolling as her orgasm exploded but Trevor continued his pace, tripling the intensity of her climax and sending her completely over the edge; she sank her teeth into his shoulder; her nails into his back as she writhed beneath him and he happily went over with her, giving her every drop of him while they kissed each other with consuming intensity before quietly drifting off to sleep in each others' arms.

It had been just yesterday since the family had returned from their vacation - three glorious weeks in Aruba that hadn't been so glorious for Olivia with her constantly being sick but this morning she'd woken up feeling great and with Trevor's parents having had insisted on taking the children after the family vacation ended, she and Trevor took full advantage of the situation.

They'd been enjoying a fitful sleep when after a while, Olivia began dreaming again.

She was back at her old house; the one she'd grown up in and she had just walked out of her front door when she noticed Elliot standing on the sidewalk but it was strange; Elliot was wearing a mask, plain and white, one with no expression.

"What are you doing here?" she asked

"I came to see you."

"Really? Because I have a restraining order that says otherwise!"

"Restraining order…Liv, you forget I'm ex NYPD? I still have a lot of cop friends; that restraining order might as well be written on a donut for all it's worth!"

"and you seem to forget that I'm still NYPD, and I will have your ass behind bars so fast, you'll be bent over in the shower before you can even drop the soap!" she didn't turn to look at him as she made her way down the street…that were vividly colored like bright rainbows.

"I just want my wife back!" he yelled. She stopped just as she was about to cross the street.

"I'm not your wife; we're not even friends anymore." She reminded him as her baby began kicking.

"You will always be mine!"

"I am done with this ridiculousness Elliot! Whether you like it or accept it, this is Trevor's child! I am with him, and I love him! Why can't you just let me be happy?"

"Because that baby should have been MINE! It wasn't enough to DEFILE yourself by fucking him, no, you had to make it worse by letting him knock you up with his bastard! YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING ABORTED IT! You will always be mine Olivia…ALWAYS! You will never get away from me, you will never escape me and no matter what you do, I will always be in here" he said in a sinister whisper as he tapped his finger against her temple.

Olivia inhaled sharply, deeply, her hand immediately reaching for her baby as her eyes shot open and she looked over to see that she was still lying in Trevor's arms. She quietly got up and made her way into the bathroom where she threw cold water on her face and ran her hands through her hair, still shaken by the dream. She hadn't thought about Elliot in years and now suddenly she was dreaming about him and had no idea why, nor did she know why she suddenly felt the need to scrub every inch of her skin but she went straight to the shower to do just that.

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Back in the bedroom, Trevor turned to reach for her but was only met with cool sheets, causing him to open his eyes. Immediately, his ears were met with the sound of water running from the shower and he was able to relax. This mess with Faust…it kept him on edge all the time. Travis, even though he tried as hard as he could to go back to some semblance of normal, he was still destroyed by having lost Casey to the madman and Trevor couldn't help but be afraid that he and the children would suffer the same fate with Olivia and that was the one thing he knew in his heart that if it did happen, he simply could not bear!

Sure, he'd been doing all he could to keep Travis holding on in the month since Casey had died but truth be told, if the shoe were on the other foot Trevor knew that he wouldn't survive and grew more in awe each day when he saw the way that Travis tried to keep going, even getting up and going in to the office this morning for the first time in a month. Still, Trevor knew that no matter how many protective measures he took to ensure Olivia's safety, as long as Faust was out there, he was a threat and Trevor wouldn't rest until the man was put away; or dead!

…

Later that afternoon, the two of then lay out by the pool on one of the double loungers, Semper beside Olivia and resting her head on her thigh while Jax lay at Trevor's feet.

"You hear that?" Trevor asked

"No…what?"

"Exactly. No one is crying, or fighting, or whining or making enough noise for 30 kids when they're just a group of three." He laughed

"Quiet; yes…I could get used to it. But just imagine when this one comes and there are four of them." she sighed as her fingers trailed lightly over her stomach

"We still have a few months before that becomes a reality and I choose to live them in denial"

"No denying, look at this…" she said as she pulled up her t shirt and ran her hand over her very pronounced bump "I literally just started my fourth month and I'm huge!"

"I'll have you know that your pregnant body to me, is the sexiest thing in the world." he smiled seductively as he intertwined his fingers with his wife's and leaned in to kiss her.

Jax decided that he didn't like the contact and lazily got up from where he lay and parked himself right in between Trevor and Olivia. Whereas Semper stayed glued to Olivia since she'd gotten pregnant, Jax had become protective to the point where he didn't like anyone touching her except for the children. After Trevor had no choice but to let go of Olivia's hand and unlock his lips from hers to accommodate Jax, Jax then looked back at Trevor with what appeared to be a smug grin on his face as he settled himself, snuggling against Olivia's tiny belly.

"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" Trevor asked. Jax bucked his head in a shrug like motion and settled back against Olivia who couldn't help but laugh as she scratched his head while Semper continued to lay still, unaffected.

"He's just being protective, aren't you boy?" she cooed to the canine who ate up the attention.

"You know, I could always make you leave" Trevor taunted. Jax quickly raised his head and shot a look to Olivia that said You wouldn't let him do that, right?

"Daddy's only kidding" she assured "But you might wanna be nice!"

Quickly heeding Olivia's advice, Jax turned his attention to Trevor, raising up to put his two front paws on his chest and gave him a big sloppy I'm sorry lick to the face.

Trevor smiled as he threw his arms around Jax and hugged him. "We good?" Jax responded with a hearty 'WOOF' before laying his head down on Trevor's chest.

"Yeah he's not moving" Olivia laughed.

"Oh yeah he will" Trevor was reaching down to the grass to pick up the ball that lay beside the chaise. "Here Jax, go get the ball" he said, making sure he had Jax' attention before throwing the ball far across the massive span of the back yard, making sure that Jax would have a tough time finding it. Jax happily ran from the lounge and went about retrieving that ball, Semper running after him and Trevor pulling Olivia closer the second they were gone.

"Smart move" Olivia grinned as she cuddled against him, letting out a sigh as she lay her head down on his chest.

"You know, we don't have to stop at 4…" Trevor said, picking up their conversation from where they'd left off

"Ha, nice try baby, but this little Langan will be our last!"

"What if it's a boy?" Trevor smiled with a look about him that reminded Olivia of Jamie when he'd beg for something she wouldn't give him and she laughed.

"Then it's a boy"

"BUT…Drew really wants a sister…"

"Then we'd better pray REALLY hard for a girl!" she teased, lightly raking her nails down his torso. "I'm horny again" she whispered against his neck while her fingers continued trailing downward and into his shorts

"Three times in one day…feels like old times" he grinned then moaned as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

"Get me off without making us late for Liz's dinner and I'll make it four when we get home!"

"Deal!" no sooner than their lips touched they were interrupted by the phone ringing from inside the house. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Really does feel like old times" she grumbled, quickly kissing his lips before moving to get up

"You really want to answer?"

"Want to? No, but it might be the kids" she said then sprinted inside, grabbing the phone and seeing on the display that it was Fin.

"This had better be good!" she answered

"Hello to you too; how was your trip?"

"Uh, between severe morning sickness, exhaustion and chasing after three kids all day? Peachy; how's the case coming?"

"That's why I'm calling, thought you'd like to know Faust is at it again, we got three dead working girls in the morgue killed in the last twelve hours, Brooklyn, Harlem and Queens. The youngest only fifteen"

Olivia felt her stomach drop, cold fear coursing through her and rendering her silent for a moment.

"Baby girl you there?"

"I…yeah…and you're sure it's him?"

"We got a positive hit from CODIS on the first vic, still waiting on the other two but we're pretty sure it's him"

"He's getting restless" she whispered, running her hand through her hair as that night one month ago suddenly flashed through her mind and she could see Casey's lifeless eyes staring back at her.

"And we both know that that's when they get sloppy. Don't worry about this baby girl, we're gonna get him!"

If only they'd known the trick that Faust had up his sleeve tonight.

Judge Donnelly's home...

In spite of the tension at the whole situation with Faust, Judge Donnelly's dinner party was a great distraction for everyone to take their minds off him even with it serving as a memorial to Casey. That night they all sat around and shared their fondest memories; Liv, Trevor, Travis, Alex, Brian, Fin, Munch and several other friends and colleagues whose lives had been touched by having had Casey in them.

It was after a couple hours that Travis had found himself so full of emotion that he needed to step away to collect himself and now sat outside on the stoop, looking up at the night sky, focusing on one star in particular that shone especially brighter than all the others and he knew that it had to be her.

"Doll I'm trying…every day I'm trying but it's so hard when every day I miss you more." He hung his head for a moment, letting his tears fall before looking up at her again. "It's like your funeral all over again in there; everybody has such beautiful things to say about you, such beautiful memories but all my memories do are haunt me and make me wish that I could turn back the clock, go back to that night and…why can't I be where you are? I should be with you and our son, there's nothing for me here. there's no re-"

"Hey; you alright?" Brian asked as he and Trevor stepped outside and sat down beside him on the stairs.

"I um…I'm having…it's; with everyone talking about her it's just…" Travis could barely find the words.

"I know" Trevor said as he put an arm around his little brother "And we're here for you."

"That's right" Brian agreed, Travis was so overwhelmed, he just hung his head again and cried.

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"I'm so glad you all could make it!" Elizabeth said to Olivia and Alex, as they bid their goodbyes in the main hall while Brian and Trevor brought the cars around "And the baby, congratulations; you're almost caught up with this one!" referring to Alex while patting Olivia's bump

"I think I'll let her win" Olivia grinned.

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After the guests had all departed and the wait staff was done cleaning and left for the night, Elizabeth let out a long sigh. The day had been a tiring one between court and the dinner party but now there was nothing left to do but take it easy. There were no cases to hear tomorrow so she could just sleep in she thought as she turned off the lights and headed upstairs for a long, hot bath.

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Langan home…

Inside the main house, Trevor and Olivia were lying in each other's arms, having made love as soon as they'd gotten home. Olivia was already drifting off to sleep but Trevor couldn't close his eyes; he lay there in the dark gently sweeping through Olivia's mass of dark waves with his fingers as a feeling of absolute panic began washing over him. Olivia, whose head was on his chest, was pulled from her sleep by the now frantic beating of her husband's heart and she worriedly reached to caress his chin as she looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"I don't know…something doesn't feel right" he answered through now heaving breaths, frightening Olivia who quickly sat up

"Baby?" she questioned as she reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on.

"I need to check on Travis!" his tone was urgent as he got up and quickly threw on his pajama pants not bothering with a shirt or shoes. Something inside him knew. "Call an ambulance" he instructed Olivia before he ran from their bedroom and down the stairs.

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He got to the guest house to find the door locked and he began pounding against it as he frantically called out to his brother only to be met with silence.

"Travis...TRAVIS OPEN THE DOOR!" he begged but there was only more silence. By now the security guard Mike, had heard the commotion and had come around back.

"Everything ok Mr. Langan?" Mike asked when he saw how panicked Trevor was.

"Help me get this door open!" Trevor pled. Mike didn't hesitate to comply and the two men threw their bodies against the door, feeling it give on first impact. On second impact, the frame shattered and the door flew open. "Travis!" he called before turning to Mike "Make sure the ambulance gets through"

"I got it"

"Travis!" Trevor continued calling as he made his way through the house and to the main bedroom, horrified to find his brother unconscious on the floor and barely breathing. After they'd gotten home, being completely distressed and thrown even deeper into the abyss he'd been trying to pull himself out of, Travis had swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and washed them down with a bottle of vodka.

"No, Travis no!" he cried and without wasting even a second, Trevor got down on the floor, pulling his brother's limp body into a sitting position in his arms and shoved his fingers down Travis' throat, once, twice and finally a third time, forcing him to heave and vomit the poisonous contents of his stomach all over himself and the floor as he held his brother, tears streaming his own face.

"You're gonna be alright little brother" he sobbed and kissed the side of his face "I should have never left you alone but I promise you're gonna be fine!" he swore, just as Olivia appeared in the doorway, heartbroken and rendered speechless at the sight in front of her.

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Judge Donnelly's home…

Feeling relaxed and tired, Elizabeth climbed out of her bathtub after a luxurious hour-long soak and was eager to pull on her nightgown and sink beneath her covers. She was toweling off and she never heard his footsteps, didn't feel his presence as he got nearer. After wrapping her towel around her slender body, she turned around to exit the bathroom and found herself face-to-face with the last person she would see.

"Paul Faust" she exclaimed without expression, refusing to let him see the absolute terror that gripped her every nerve right now.

"It's good to see you too" he smiled menacingly and before she could speak another word, he'd snatched a handful of her hair in his fist and smashed her face into the bathroom mirror twice then snatched her towel away from her body as he dropped her to the floor, her head hitting the edge of the bathtub as she went down and knocking her unconscious.

"Now that's no fun" he said as he began unbuckling his belt "But I'll take it!"

Next chapter gets worserer…way worserer!