Olivia begins to shake uncontrollably as she remains curled up on the cold hard wood floor, soaked from head to toe and completely naked.
"Plea- Please…" she says, shivering.
Grant laughs, walking over to her.
"Please what? You're begging for me already?"
Olivia subconsciously grabs the shower curtain that was still beneath her and wraps it over her exposed body.
"No, no, no. I don't think so," Grant says as he yanks the shower curtain from beneath her, causing Olivia to roll slightly.
"Stand up," he demands, watching her entire body tremble.
"I- I can't," Olivia whispers.
Olivia is immobile, unable to feel her limbs. Her body continues to shake as she speaks.
"I can't… move," she mumbles while shutting her eyes closed.
"Sure ya can!" Grant teases.
Olivia concentrates hard on her breathing. She feels her lungs become tight as she inhales each chilling breath.
"Gr…Grant," she whispers. "Please…I n- need some- something to cover me. Cold…."
Grant grins and steps closer to her.
"You want to get under the covers?" he asks with an evil smile plastered across his face.
Olivia suddenly panics as she realizes what she might have just gotten herself into. Her adrenaline rises and she lifts herself up to the sitting position. She sits awkwardly, naked and staring up at Grant.
"Ya see, I knew you could move. Why do you constantly lie to me?"
Olivia doesn't answer Grant, scooting backwards to move away from him. She stops when she realizes that she was dangerously close to touching Christina's body and the puddle of blood in front of her.
"Why do you fight me? Do you want to end up like her? Is that what it is?" Grant asks, cocking his head toward the dead body.
Olivia knows that the sooner that Grant rapes her, the sooner he would kill her. She was too involved in Grant's cases to let him convince her otherwise.
"You're different, Olivia. I have different plans for us," Grant says in a gentle tone. "You're not like the other women. I don't want to hurt you… I want to be with you."
Olivia begins to feel sick as she thinks of spending her remaining days with Grant. She imagines his body on top her hers and begins sobbing.
"I screwed up, Olivia. I screwed up with believing that Roy would help me… and I screwed up when I took you. I was too sloppy," Grant says, slowly shaking his head.
Olivia didn't know where Grant was headed with these confessions, but she decides to try and talk him down while he was in his guilty mood.
"It's not…It's not too late, Grant," she says, still shivering. "Y- You can still get out of this. You can run… You can let me go and you can run."
Grant nods his head.
"You're right," he tells her.
Olivia knows what he is saying is too good to be true, but she can't help but to feel hopeful for a few moments. Grant continues speaking.
"You're right… we should make a run for it," Grant says, putting extra emphasis on the 'we.'
Olivia drops her head and the little hope that she had vanishes.
"Tonight you and I are outta here," Grant continues. "I just need to take care of Roy first."
Olivia didn't need to see any other people die at the hands of Grant Meyers.
"Grant… please. Roy trusts you. He wouldn't give you up," Olivia pleads to him. "And you have a much better chance if… if you left me."
Grant realizes that Olivia was becoming too comfortable with her words. He switches back to his wicked ways to maintain control over her.
"Did you not hear what I said to you before? Stand up!" he yells.
Olivia knew that if she didn't stand to her feet on her own that Grant would eventually "help" her up. She lifts herself from the floor, covering her breasts as she stands and turning to the side.
"Face me!" Grant demands, his voice full of rage.
Olivia slowly turns but keeps her head bowed and her arms across her breasts.
"Please… don't do this," she pleads, knowing that her pleas would fall on deaf ears.
Grant sends shivers down her spine as his eyes roam over every inch of her body.
"Walk to me," he says, bending his index finger.
Olivia remains still. Her vision becomes blurry as tears begin forming in her eyes.
"Please, Grant," she begs, her tone weak.
"You will learn to mind me, Olivia," Grant tells her. "I'm not a beggar. I refuse to keep begging you to give yourself to me."
Olivia doesn't respond, waiting for his reaction to her silence.
Grant approaches her and pries her arms away from her breasts, forcing them to her sides.
"You're so beautiful," he says, whispering into her ear.
Olivia's tears drop to her chest as she keeps her head bowed. Grant continues holding on to her wrists as he speaks.
"Why are you acting so shy? You're a whore. You and that coward detective fucked nearly every night and now you're acting like some virgin."
His words visibly make Olivia sad. This wasn't the same and Grant knew it. Elliot and Olivia were in love. She chose to have sex with Elliot. Even when they would get rough and leave each other with scars and marks, it was still their choice.
"How long have you been watching me?" Olivia asks.
"Long enough to know that you're a whore," Grant responds. "Soon you'll be begging for me."
Grant takes Olivia by surprise, roughly grabbing her body and carrying her out of the room.
"No! Let me go!" Olivia cries out, struggling beneath his arms.
He kept his grip tight as he dragged her out the room, his clothed chest to her bare chest.
"Grant, put me down!" Olivia panics. "Put me down!"
Grant takes Olivia into the kitchen, throwing her down onto the tile floor. After landing, Olivia puts her arms up to her head to protect her face.
Grant goes wild, opening the cabinets and pulling out whatever he could find. Olivia cries out as Grant pushes the toaster off the counter and it slams down onto her thigh.
"Gra- Grant! Please…. STOP!"
Grant grabs the coffee pot from the coffee maker and smashes it onto the floor to intimidate Olivia further. Olivia squeezes her eyes shut as the glass shards fly in every direction.
"God… Grant stop," Olivia softly cries in a shaky voice.
"You don't want to mind me, huh?" Grant yells as reaches for a lower cabinet and opens it. "You're going to learn to do as I say."
Grant reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a frying pan. He lifts it up over his head and Olivia tenses.
"Say it… say you want me," Grant says, threatening her.
"Okay," Olivia answers, but doesn't say the actual words. "I'm so…I'm sorry, Grant."
Grant slams the pan down onto her side, and pain shoots through that half of Olivia's body. Olivia cries out again, bringing her hands to her side.
"Wait…wait!" she yells out before Grant brings the pan down once more, onto her thigh.
"Wait? You want me to wait?" Grant chuckles.
Grant reaches across the stove and turns one of the knobs. Olivia sees him reaching and panics.
"What are you… what are you doing?" she whispers in a panicked tone as she tries to lift herself from the floor.
Grant kicks into her side, and Olivia lands back onto the floor.
"I'm cooking," Grant says. "Aren't you hungry?"
He takes the pan that he beat Olivia with and sets it down onto one of the stove eyes. Olivia knew that Grant was going to try and burn her. She tries crawling away but Grant cuts in front of her, blocking her from exiting the kitchen.
"Grant, don't do this," Olivia pleads. "I'll listen…You can have me," she cries.
Grant shakes his head and looks down at her.
"No, Sweetheart. This isn't how I want it," Grant responds. "You only say that when you're in trouble. I want you to come without me having to threaten or punish you."
"I will," Olivia whispers as she struggles to get past him.
Grant kicks her over and stares down at the pan.
"What do you think? Do you think it's hot enough yet?"
Olivia's heart drops into her stomach as she realizes that there is no escaping from this kitchen.
"You're right," Grant says, shrugging. "We'll give it a few more seconds… We'll wait 'till its hot n' ready!"
Olivia looks up, searching for something to defend herself with. She rushes to what she guesses was a drawer for knives and quickly opens it. Before she could reach into it, Grant slams it closed with her fingers still inside it.
Olivia falls to the floor, curling up and grabbing onto her injured fingers.
"Nooo," she cries softly, looking up and watching Grant grab the handle to the pan.
She glues herself to the floor, moving as far away from the scorching hot pan as she could. Grant hovers the pan directly over her.
"You ready?" he teases to torture her.
"Grant, I'm…I'm sorry… don't," Olivia whispers as she sees the pan approaching her.
Grant lowers the pan and Olivia extends her hands out to protect herself. She burns her right palm on it as she tries to push it away. She screams and whips her hand around to lessen the pain.
"It doesn't work that way," Grant chuckles. "Keep pushing it away… I love to see you burn yourself."
"Please! I'll listen…I- I'll listen to you," Olivia says, stuttering her words as she speaks.
Grant brings the pan down onto her ankle, burning it. The pain was unbearable. Olivia screams out and brings her hands up again to protect herself. She burns her hand again and quickly removes it. Grant uses this opportunity to whip the bottom of the pan against Olivia's upper arm.
She cries out harder. Olivia doesn't know what to hold onto or which part of her body hurt the most. Her entire body throbs as she tries to prevent herself from passing out from the pain.
Grant hovers the pan over her again and Olivia scoots back, accidentally placing her hands into the shards of glass on the floor. She cuts her burned palm and her blood drips onto the floor.
"You're going to kill me," she breaths out as she sees the pan above her. "Grant, that's enough… I can't take this."
"You're so pathetic," Grant scolds as he continues to hover the pan over her. "Say it. Tell me how pathetic and weak you are."
Olivia looks up at him, tears streaming down her face. She'd be willing to say anything to him in order to stop the pain.
"I am," she whispers. "I'm weak… Grant, please stop."
Grant throws the pan to the side and stares down at Olivia's naked and abused body.
"You look horrible. I don't even know if I want to fuck you now…look at you," Grant says, his tone harsh.
Olivia doesn't argue with him. She did not mind putting a hold on Grant raping her.
"Stand up," Grant commands her.
Olivia doesn't hesitate. She stands to her feet and her legs feel as if they would crumble beneath her. They shake as she struggles to keep standing.
"Come here," Grant says, cocking his head.
Olivia walks over to him, trembling as he steps closer to her. She can feel his clothing rubbing against her bare skin as Grant wraps his arms around her.
"This is much better," he whispers into her ear while reaching behind her to grope her ass. "We're going to make this work… we're going to make this last."
Olivia stays silent, nodding her head to keep him calm.
"I don't like hurting you. I love you," Grant continues. "Do you love me?"
Olivia was thrown off by his question. Somehow saying that she loved him was much more difficult than giving her body to him.
"Yes," she whispers to him.
"Say it," Grant persists, kissing her ear.
"I- I do… I love you," Olivia answers, stuttering.
Grant smiles and brings his hands to the small of her back.
"I know you do," he whispers. "I know you're sorry. I'm sorry too. I love you, Olivia… and you will see this once we spend more time together."
Grant gently moves her head to his chest as he continues speaking.
"That's why I can't leave without taking care of Roy… He would just ruin this. He would ruin it all for us. Don't you understand?" Grant asks, leaning back and lifting her chin to face him.
Olivia doesn't speak. She refuses to give Grant the okay to kill Roy and she doesn't argue because she doesn't want him snapping back to personality number 2; the cruel Grant… the Grant that snatched her from the shower, the Grant that killed a young woman and the Grant that burned her with a pan.
"I'm thirsty," Olivia says.
She knew this was a lie, but she decides to say whatever she could to keep them away from the bed and to keep Grant from hurting her. Grant smiles, looking down at her.
"Okay… we'll get you something to drink. Then we'll relax in the bed," he says softly, caressing her cheek.
Olivia swallows hard and nods her head. She silently prays that Roy will listen to his conscious; that he will inform the police and tell them about the horrible things that Grant has done to one of their own.
She also wishes by some miracle that the team knows she's missing and are searching for her. She closes her eyes and thinks of Elliot. She will remain strong for him. She couldn't let herself die here. She couldn't let Elliot find her broken and abused body. She might not be able to survive Grant raping her, but she vowed to stay alive for the one she loved.
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