I COMPLETED TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY BECAUSE SO MANY OF YOU REQUESTED IT. MERRY CHRISTMAS. I HAD TO REVISE IT AND REUPLOAD IT AFTER MIDNIGHT SO TECHNICALLY IT ROLLED INTO TWO DAYS BUT WHATEVZ!
Grant gently takes Olivia's wrist, leading her over to the refrigerator.
"Watch the glass," he says, pointing to the floor. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
The irony.
Grant opens the refrigerator and looks through it.
"Beer, vodka, vodka, beer… Jesus, there's nothing but alcohol in this house," he says.
"That's okay. Water's fine," Olivia tells him.
Grant leans up, and stares at her, grinning.
"Nonsense. You'll have vodka," he says, grabbing one of the bottles.
Olivia doesn't argue with him, but she wasn't interested in having anything in her system that would impair her thoughts or affect her ability to defend herself.
"I want you nice and relaxed," Grant tells her.
He shuts the refrigerator door and opens a cabinet, pulling out a glass. He pours the vodka into the glass and watches as Olivia opens her mouth to protest. Olivia considers telling him, "That's enough," but she reminds herself that Grant most enjoys doing the opposite of what she wants and needs. She remains silent.
Grant pulls a chair out by the kitchen table.
"Sit," he says, while pulling out his own chair at the table.
Olivia hesitates, looking down at her naked body.
"I'll drink it… can I have some clothes first, please?" she asks in a soft tone.
Grant looks over and sees a jacket hanging on the coat rack near the door. He walks over and snatches it off before tossing it to Olivia. Olivia gratefully accepts it and puts it on. It wasn't exactly what she was hoping for, but she was happy to have anything covering her.
She sits on the chair, her bare behind making contact with the wooden seat. Grant sits down before sliding the glass over to her.
"Drink," he says, gazing at her.
Olivia picks up the vodka and takes a small sip. She looks into the glass while sipping and feels Grant staring her down as she drinks.
"I thought you said you were thirsty," Grant says, still gazing at her.
"I- I was," Olivia answers.
She really wants to set him straight and call him a dumbass for thinking that she could effortlessly pour the strong vodka down her throat like it was water. Instead, she remains silent and continues taking small sips.
"Finish it," Grant demands her. "Hurry up and drink it. I don't want to be waiting here all day."
For a short moment Olivia considers finishing it and asking for more. She knows that Grant wants to "relax in bed" after she's done, and she didn't want to be fully conscious while that was happening. She decides against it, knowing that if an opportunity for escape came up, she would be unable to perform due to her drunken state.
She sees fury appear in Grant's eyes as he waits so she begins drinking faster. The vodka was too strong. She leans over, coughing as some of the vodka flies from her mouth. Grant laughs and reaches his hand to rub her back.
"You okay?" he asks, laughing. "Slow down there."
Grant was good at emotionally torturing Olivia. He was telling her to slow down, but just seconds before he was commanding her to drink faster and threatening her with his fury filled eyes.
Olivia doesn't know how to react.
"I can't drink any faster…please, don't hurt me," she whispers before putting her lips to the glass again.
Olivia knows that the smallest things could make Grant snap. She never thought she would be apologizing to somebody for not drinking fast enough, but she figures she better be safe.
"I- I'm trying," she says, her shaky hand causing small quantities of vodka to spill over the sides of the glass.
Grant smiles. He loved that Olivia was apologizing for this. He could see her gradually becoming more and more submissive as the day went on.
"It's okay," Grant says, nodding. "Take your time."
Olivia finishes the vodka and places the glass on the table. Her body was already feeling the effect.
"What now?" she asks, staring over at Grant.
"Now… we go and relax," Grant responds. "You've had a rough day. I'm sure you're exhausted."
"I'm fine," Olivia says. "I'm not tired at all."
Truthfully, Olivia was worn out. She was on edge all day and had suffered through many forms of abuse. However, she didn't want to give Grant any reasons for her to get into bed with him.
"Well I am," Grant says. "And I can't have you roaming the house while I'm sleeping."
Grant removes himself from his chair and offers his hand for Olivia to stand. Olivia stands to her feet before Grant leads her through the hallway and into the bedroom. They walk around Christina's body and Grant guides her toward the bed.
"Lie down," Grant tells her, cocking his head toward the bed.
Olivia sits on the bed and her heart begins beating rapidly.
"Grant… can we please just rest?" Olivia asks, staring up at him.
"Yeah, that's the whole point," Grant says.
He sits near Olivia on the bed and brings each foot up to pull off his boots. He pulls the covers back and crawls to the center of the bed.
"Get in," he tells Olivia.
Olivia gets underneath the covers, slowly laying her head down onto the pillow, her back to Grant. She grabs the jacket she had on and pulls it tighter around her. She feels the bed dip as Grant moves closer to her.
"You're just so beautiful," he whispers into her ear.
He wraps his arms around her, his erection pressing into her naked behind. Olivia stares straight ahead and allows silent tears to slide down her face. She knew what was coming next. Grant caresses her face from behind and feels the wetness on her cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" he asks in a gentle, concerned tone.
"Grant… Please don- don't…do this. Pl- Please," Olivia sobs.
"Shhh… It's okay," Grant soothes as he rubs his hand across her abs. "I'll be gentle."
Olivia tenses from his touch.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I disrespected and hurt you…just please don't do this," Olivia softly pleads again.
Grant ignores her pleas, gently pulling the jacket down each of her arms.
"You can do this," he tells her. "I know you can."
Olivia squeezes her eyes shut as she feels his rough hand on her breast, massaging it. Grant was gentle, but his touch made Olivia tremble. This wasn't right. She didn't want this. This was rape. How could she relax?
Grant takes his hand to her shoulder and turns her over onto her back. He stares into Olivia's wet eyes.
"Let me see," he says, gently pulling the covers away from her and examining her body. "I'm going to see where it hurts so I'll know not to touch you there."
He lifts her arm and sees the red burn mark he left there. He glides his hand over her side and Olivia flinches. He looks down and sees the dark bruises from the frying pan.
"I'm sorry, Olivia. I didn't mean to do this. Where else does it hurt?" he asks.
Olivia was too busy trying to zone out to answer him. Grant kisses her lips and Olivia presses them together. She releases more tears as she feels Grant's hand gliding up her inner thigh.
"You're so soft," he whispers to her.
Olivia lets out a painful gasp as Grant sticks two of his fingers into her folds. Olivia wanted to separate herself from her own body. His touch was too overwhelming.
"Did I hurt you?" Grant asks before leaning over her and gently kissing her stomach.
Olivia's stomach begins quivering as she lets out shallow breaths.
"Yes… yes, you're hurting me. Please stop," Olivia cries, shaking beneath him.
"It'll be okay. This is our first time doing this… you're just nervous."
Olivia looks down at Grant's pants and notices that he wasn't carrying.
He must've left his gun in the kitchen, she thinks.
Olivia decides that she is already too exposed to overpower Grant and prevent him from raping her. She considers fighting him, but knows she will only be left with more bruises and burns if she chooses to do so.
She lets out a quiet whimper as she hears Grant unzipping his pants.
"Please… I'm not ready," Olivia begs him, whispering.
Grant kisses her forehead before stroking her face.
"You're ready," he responds while he positions himself over her and gently nudges her legs apart.
Grant slowly enters her and Olivia cries out. He's gentle with his thrusts, slowly moving in and out of Olivia. Olivia's crying intensifies as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into her.
"It's okay," he grunts. "Next time you'll be ready… Next time you'll be wet."
Olivia squeezes her eyes shut as Grant's thrusts become more powerful.
"You feel so good," he grunts while moving deeper into her. "Tell me you love it."
Olivia remains silent until she feels Grant getting rougher with each thrust.
"I- I love…I love it," she cries, stammering her words.
"I know you do," Grant whispers as he thrusts inside her for the last couple times.
He yells out as he pumps into her for the final time. He pulls out and throws himself back to the center of the bed by Olivia's side.
"You're the best one," he says, breathing hard. "You're mine… we have to do this again."
Olivia silently cries and remains on her back. Her biggest fear had come true; she had been raped by Grant Meyers. She feels his moisture between her legs as she closes them together.
"Don't fight it," Grant continues. "Don't force yourself to hate it just because of the circumstance you're in. I love you, Olivia… and you're going to learn to love me in return."
Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. As much as she didn't want Elliot finding her dead body, she was ready for death. The thought of Grant raping her over and over again brings more tears to her eyes.
Grant reaches his hand out and gently wipes them away.
"You're upsetting me, Olivia," he says, wiping each cheek. "Stop it. Stop it now."
Olivia shakes as she tries to hold in her tears. The last thing she wanted was to be beaten by Grant after she was raped.
"You're making me angry and I don't want to hurt you right now," Grant warns her.
"I- I'm sorry…I c- can't…I can't help it," Olivia cries to him, taking shaky breaths.
"But if I have to hurt you again, I will," Grant says. "Now stop crying."
Olivia holds her breath and concentrates on keeping her tears from falling. Grant was coldhearted. He beat, burned and raped her, and he was now forbidding her from crying. Olivia thought she would at least have that right.
"Don't hurt me. I'm trying not to cry…I really am," Olivia says in a weak tone, staring into Grant's cold eyes.
He was becoming furious and Olivia couldn't understand why. Grant's switch turned off and on, depending on the second of the day. Olivia hadn't put up a struggle. She remained on her back and let Grant rape her. Somehow, that was not good enough for him.
"You didn't want me. You didn't ask for me," Grant begins, staring down at Olivia. "You told me to stop and cried like some pansy."
Olivia feels her heart drop as she stares into his eyes. If Grant was going to be explosive and snap on her anyway then Olivia should have just resisted him.
"Grant, I didn't move. I let you have me. Please don't be upset," Olivia cries as she shrinks back in fear.
Grant's face relaxes, causing Olivia to relax.
"I'll let it slide because it was your first time. Next time I want you begging for me to take you… not pleading for me to stop," Grant warns her.
"Okay. I'm sorry," Olivia says, nodding her head.
Olivia promises to herself that there won't be a next time. She needed to escape from this living hell and quickly. If Roy wasn't going to turn on Grant then she would have to fight her own battles.
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