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Chapter 11 – July 24th

"So how long do the doctors think you will be still be in here?" Astrid had come to visit him again, for the fifth time in only two days. He could tell she was getting no where while being at the FBI building or the lab and she needed to get away, but he was not one who wanted company, he did not want someone to 'take his mind off things' or ask him mindless question, he need to find Olivia, but as he rolled his head towards her, he saw the broken look on her face, the one she was trying to cover and sighed.

"They think another week or so, they want to make sure I am fully healed, 'considering I had life saving surgery…" it was something that sounded like had been reminded to him many times over the last few days, the sarcasm seeping off each of his last words, but he turned serious for a moment after, "…I pull a few of the stitched when I tried to get up a few days ago so now I have to be in here a day or so more because of that…" He turned his head away, clearly not interested in talking anymore. The silence that had come from her when she came into his room was enough to tell him that they didn't have anything new to tell him and they still had no leads.

"How is Walter?" After a while the silence had become a little too much for to take and knowing that he was away from his father, Peter thought it best to check on him. Astrid then smiled, "He is doing ok. He misses you though, I told him I would bring him in in the next couple of days…he has been a little…ah…off with the fairies the last couple of days, with you being in here…and, well, you know…" her sentence had trailed off but Peter felt a little comfort knowing that someone was looking after his father. He nodded to her, not enough to bring a smile to his face but enough to let her know he appreciated what she was doing.

Finding something invisible outside of the window to focus on, Peter sighed. He wasn't stupid, he knew how things looked, the way things were going. "They aren't going to find her…are they?" his voice shocked her, the words coming from his mouth, words she never believed she would ever hear. "Peter what are you talking about? Of course-" but he cut her off, he harsh look he gave her showing more than he wanted. "Astrid, I just…I want to believe I will see her again, I want to believe she will be alright but this guy…he could be doing anything to her! I want to have hope that she will be ok, that she will be found, safe, unhurt and alive but I don't have much strength in me to believe that anymore…"

Astrid's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, even she had to admit that lack of progress they had been making with finding her was starting to get to her as well. She would never tell him but part of her believed that there was a chance they wouldn't find her. After all Olivia had been through, this was much, much worse. She watched as Peter sniffed, the loan tear he had let fall cascading down his cheek before he turned away from her, the window finding his attention once again.

Peter hated these times, when he was alone with his thoughts, where they would be no one to tell him it would be ok, that they would find her, that it wasn't his fault. Because he knew…deep down inside…none of the above was true. It wasn't going to be ok, there was no way to know if they were going to find her and it was his fault. He had wallowed in self pity for most of the time he was alone but it had become exhausting, his mind going a mile a minute, every thinking, ever feeling that once he knew Astrid was gone, he broke down, the tears fell from his eyes and he bothered not to stop them, just letting them fall as she slipped a little lower under the covers, imaging that the warmth he found there was coming from Olivia's body curled into his.


Olivia sat with her back against the wall, her knees brought to her chest, the new dress she was wearing keeping her a little warmer than the one she had previous been wearing. He had placed the clothes on the bed for her once he was done, leaving her to move around on her own, dressing herself. The room had been darkened, the only light coming from the crack under the door in the hallway, but she liked it that way, she chose to have it that way, having found herself hiding away from the light, from the reflections, from the truth ever since that night, with Wickman. She couldn't have been sure how long she had been sitting there, in silence, Wickman outside in the rest of the house, not bothering to come to her.

He had kept his distance for the most part, coming in to the room as he please, taking from her what he wanted and leaving her. She fought against him, half-heartedly as the devastation took over, the understanding of what he was doing to her, of what it actually meant. He would force her into situations that she would hate herself for once the room was silent again. She knew, that he knew, that at this stage he could take what he wanted from her, he enjoyed it. She tried to run once, seeing the door open just a crack as he was too preoccupied by taking his pants off but he caught her, the aching in her body not allowing her to move fast enough to get away from him.

He broke her then, landing punch after punch and kick after kick until she just rolled onto her back and stared at the open door, her body too broken to fight and her mind too far gone to care. She had cradled herself once he was gone that night, categorising the injuries she had, her mind only going as far as her stomach, never lower. She couldn't even tell how long she had been there, it had felt as though it was weeks, the long hours blurring into beating and being ignored. Being violated and soothed. Nothing made sense to her, nothing matched, it was like a puzzle in a box, each piece separate and far from the connecting piece. He had complete control over her and they both knew it.

She thought of Peter, his face, his hands, his smile. Everything that she could hold onto she was, holding onto him to at least keep her sane. She missed him, that was for sure, Just hearing his voice would be enough to help her at that moment but she knew she was alone, scared, cold and alone with no idea how she was going to free herself, no idea if anyone was even going to find her but she had some idea that the time would come that Wickman would get bored of her and she knew what path that lead down, she also knew that as long as she did not fight him anymore, the path was in the distance. Olivia wondered about Peter, wondered if he was worried about her, if he was thinking about…if he was even all right? Was he looking for her? Did he even care?

She was unsure of what was going to come now, unsure of how she should act, as she knew what he was capable of when he was angry, she knew she had to play along, to allow him to believe anything he wanted. With her head resting against her knees, she barely even bothered to look up when the door creaked and more light flooded into the room. "Baby, you have been in here for two days…" (had it only been two days?) "…how about you come out for something to eat…" When she didn't move, he came to her side, lifting her from the ground gently, his eyes running over the angry red bite mark on her shoulder, his fingers touching the area.

Olivia flinched instinctively as he touched her, her hands trying to push his from her skin feebly, she watched as his eyes darked slightly, "Next time I won't have to be so harsh because I know you will listen to what I say…next time you won't have to fight me…" his eyes darting from the mark to her eyes, hoping she would speak, hoping that he would be able to get something out of her, but she remained silent, figuring that was the best way to be with this man. "Come now…let's get something to eat…" Leading her from the bedroom, Wickman held her arm tightly while he lead her into the dining room, the table already set for two and the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

Olivia stared at the food already on her plate, she really did not want to eat, she really did not want to do anything at all. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" Wickman's suddenly hard voice found her ears and pulled her attention from her plate, the softness in his eyes almost hiding the cold-hearted man behind them. Slowly, she picked up her fork and placed it into the potatoes, raising a shaking hand, potatoes on her fork and all, to her mouth and barely placing it to her lips and tongue. She watched as Wickman followed her every move, a small smile coming from his lip before looking back to his food, "That's good baby, that's good," softly left his lips before he continued to eat. A small sigh leaving Olivia's lips, knowing that he was not becoming angry with her for the moment. Licking her lips and suddenly feeling bold, Olivia asked, "Where is Peter?"

Wickman's eyes shot up from his plate to look at her, her eyes never left his, the question falling from her lips caused his breath to catch in Wickman's throat. She watched as the muscles in his neck and jaw tightened, his anger spiking even more. He clenched and unclenched his jaw a couple of time before spitting out his words, "Why do you want to know?" He watched as she continued, her words hitting him hard, "Just tell me what you did to him." She was becoming forceful, she was showing strength in herself with every word, something Wickman did not like. Reaching over the table, Wickman grabbed her arm, tightening his grip painfully to make sure she was paying attention to him, Olivia flinching away from Wickman instinctively.

"Olivia you listen to me, you don't have to worry about that man any more. He will not be able to come between you and me…ever…do you understand. I made sure of that." Taking his hand from her, Wickman went back to eating his dinner, satisfied that she would not continue, would not ask any more questions. Although as she watched him as he continued to eat his anger showed in the way that he pierced the meat with his fork, the way that he would bang his hand on the table every time he would go back for more food. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat, she sighed, "What did you do to him?"

As she spoke again Wickman's anger peaked and he had become furious, with his fork halfway to his mouth, his face dropping to a fierce scowl, watching her face, he spoke, "What does it matter!?" He watched as she straightened her back, her own jaw locking at the unanswered question. Gritting his teeth, Wickman spoke, "Why are you being so ungrateful? I have cooked for you, dressed you in nice clothes and still you do not appreciate any of the things I do for you!" his grip on his fork tightened, his knuckled whitening in anger.

"I left him in some alley way, I would say he would have been found by now but there would be no point, the knife did cause a lot of damage…" He never took his eyes from her, focussing on her reactions and her facial expressions, smiling specifically when he saw tears forming but not falling. "You think I am lying? Well, Olivia, I'm not…I watched him come out of you apartment, no doubt going to visit some bitch on the side and I got a hold of him…no one should treat you like that…he does not love you and now you are all mine."

Olivia did not speak, she did not move as he went back to his dinner, her hands starting to tremble as the words sunk in but before she could speak, Wickman continued, "You should be thankful, he will never be able to hurt you again. He will never be able to come between us anymore. I did it for you…for us…" Angry tears formed in her eyes as she listened to his words, completely unbelieving of what he was saying. "I don't believe you!" her temper bubbled over and her voice spiked, her free hand fisting in the table, enough to cause a furious reaction from Wickman, his hand coming across the table and connecting with her cheek in a furious slap. "How dare you be so ungrateful? He was not good enough for you Olivia, I would not let him take you away from me, do you hear?"

Her face heated up; anger surfacing and bubbling over, snapping at being called his. "I am not yours to be taken away!" Wickman stopped in his motions, watching on blankly as Olivia showed the most fight she had in many days, her anger towards him shocking him, as he had not expected her to react in such a way. Taking her hand in his Wickman squeezed her hand painfully, the knuckles moving painfully in their joints, his teeth clenching together as he spoke to her, "You listen to me Olivia, you are mine, do you hear me? He fell like a sack of shit when my knife pierced his stomach, he cried out for you like a little baby!"

As the words fell from his mouth, the realisation hit her and the wind was taken from her lungs. Peter was dead, he was gone, she would never see him again. The words bounced around the inside of her head as she looked away from Wickman, trying to grasp exactly what he was saying. Olivia felt like a whole half of her died in that moment, like there was nothing left for her in a world without Peter. Lifting her tear filled and horrified eyes to Wickman, she watched him, trying to find one small hint of a lie in his eyes but she couldn't, there was no lie in them. Anger and pain took over her body and in an instant Olivia had ripped her hand from his before pushing back against her chair and lunging at him. Although her body ached, she was angry, her nails scratching at any piece of skin she could find.

Her body weight had pushed them back against the floor, the chair breaking under their combined weight, landing painfully awkward on her wrist, feeling the bones crack underneath both of the weights as they landed did nothing to deter her. Olivia screamed as she fought him, landing a few punches before the shock wore off Wickman and he reached for her hand, stopping her swinging motion in an instant. Rolling Olivia onto her back, Wickman slammed her head against the tiled floors, the sickening crack of her skull echoed through the room as he continued to over power her, he had become angry, her defiance sending him into a fit of rage. Punch after punch connected with her body, breaking whichever of her ribs was still in one piece and shattering the others that had already been broken.

Olivia screamed with anger and rage as his words sunk in just as much as each punch, but with every swing her hope died just a little bit more, her will to fight and get back to Peter slipping away as she realised that he wasn't coming for her, that he wasn't going to be looking for her and even if she survived this he wasn't going to be there for her. Sucking in a deep breath as another punch landed against her face, Olivia heard Wickman's voice in her ears, "You are mine Olivia and if you do not start acting like it, I am going to kill you. If you do not start listening to me, I will kill you. I can do it right now, I can plunge my knife into your stomach just as I did to your beloved Peter and I will watch you die. Do you understand me?"

As he spoke, Olivia understood just how serious he was, she began to realise that he was going to kill her, the moment she was not the prize in his eyes anymore, he would kill her. Finding a second wind, Olivia pushed against him, startling him enough to push him backwards and up into a sitting position but it was not for long, as she tried to scramble away from underneath him, Wickman flipped her over onto her stomach, his forearm resting painfully against the back of her neck, keeping her from moving, the side of her face, pressed into the cold tiles. "I own all of this, all of you…you should count yourself lucky that I still want you after you fucked that loser like a whore."

As she body stilled, the pain became overpowering, each movement caused her ribs to ache, the bruising around her face, her no doubt broken left arm throbbing as the blood rushed to the wound. "I control you Olivia, what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep and where you go. Everything I have done, I do for you and you still care for the loser more than me? Do not, for a second, think that I will not kill you. Do you understand me?" His lips were close to her ear, her body trembling with anger and fear and adrenaline. As she felt the arm on the back of her neck push down even further, his other hand skirted along her legs, pushing her skirt up higher around her hips, exposing herself to him as she realised what was to come, her thoughts of Peter coming ten fold.

Sucking in a deep and sobbing breath, Olivia waited, the tell tale sound of his zipper scraping against metal as it was released. She felt his knee come between her legs, his glory rubbing against herself, the thrust of his hips as he roughly pushed forward into her.

And then…she felt nothing.

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