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A/N Special shout out to Maigonokaze, who helped me out and gave me early insight with a certain part of this chapter. You can find her under my fave authors tab, go check out her stories (you know, after you read and review this one of course ;) ) they rock! This chapter ventures into the realm of heavy M. Just giving you fair warning.
Olivia's whole body was shaking almost violently as Parker pulled off of the highway. He had finally turned off the air conditioner when she first began to shake and Harris ordered him too.
She watched as the neat and tidy fields of grass the state of wherever they were in used to make it seem nice transformed into the suburbs, then the city, before finally she felt as if they were in the heart of the projects themselves, crumbling buildings all around them, car alarms and police sirens in the far distance.
There wasn't a doubt in her mind that if she didn't try something fast, she was going to become their victim.
The thought brought tears to her eyes and she wiped them away furiously as she glanced over at Harris who was looking out the window looking more and more excited the further into the city they drove. She forced her breath to steady out some before she spoke.
"Harris." Her voice sounded meek, not full of her usual strength and she almost shuddered at the sound of it.
"What?" he asked as he looked over at her and Olivia took another deep breath before she spoke speaking her words slowly as if to truly emphasize how important they were forcing herself to look into his eyes.
"They're going to be looking for you and Parker both, you know they will. If they find me hurt or they find my… my body you know they won't rest until they find the both of you. If you just let me go now, I won't tell them the plate address, I won't tell them anything you did to me, I'll just tell them where I am at the moment, giving you and Parker time to get down to Mexico where you can't be prosecuted for any of the crimes you committed."
Olivia watched as Harris looked over her face and she held her breath, his silence giving her hope for at least a moment that he had actually bought the lie that she wouldn't tell the police anything about what they had done to her.
But her hope was shattered the moment he chuckled and ran his hand through her hair, his hands surprisingly gentle. "I have to hand it to you, Olivia; you never give up do you?"
He leaned in closer and Olivia jerked away from his touch and scampered back to the door, her brown eyes wide with fear. "I am going to have you one way or another, in this car or in a motel, alive…" He pulled out the knife from his pocket and held it against her throat once more. "Or dead."
"Get away from me!" she frantically screamed resisting the urge to kick him.
Harris playful look disappeared into a scowl as he took a hold of her hair and yanked her towards him.
He pulled her in between his legs and up tight against his chest, one hand having a tight grip on her hair the other holding the knife at her throat.
"How many times," he growled low in her ear, "do I have to tell you not to tell me what to do?"
Olivia closed her eyes as two tears leaked out as he moved the knife from her throat to her breast.
Her voice was nothing above a whimper as she spoke the word "no."
Harris buried his head in her hair and inhaled deeply as he ran the flat edge of the knife over her chest, letting his fingers trail along them.
"You're lucky you feel so damn good," he grunted as he took the hand that had previously been tangled in her hair and grabbed her breast squeezing them painfully hard rolling the tip in between his thumb and forefinger until it was hard.
Olivia bit her lip so hard that she tasted the metallic taste of blood in an effort not to cry out, still very much aware of the knife that was pressed up against her.
He looked up from her body to look straight ahead. "At 87th street take a left and pull up to the third building on your right, it's coming up right after this turn."
Parker simply gave a nod and followed the instructions Harris had given him.
He turned his attention back to Olivia who's breathing was now almost nonexistent, his hand still on her breast his fingers still tormenting her as they drove nearer to their destination which Olivia could plainly see now.
Calling it flea bitten would have been a compliment to the shabby motel they had stopped in front of, with bricks and mortar crumbling, the paint peeling off revealing a rustic red tone underneath, and several of the neon lights that would have been lit up at night was missing.
No one would call security if they heard her screaming there.
As Parker slowed to a stop Olivia's breathing became even more hastened until she realized she was in serious danger of passing out.
As Parker turned off the car, Harris grabbed under her chin and forced her to look at him. "You are not going to scream, or cause a fuss, or do any of that shit while we're in the lobby or in the room do you understand me?"
"Please," she tried once more to please but he didn't want to listen. "Please don't do this!"
"Do you understand me?" he snapped as he brought the knife from her breast to her throat.
Olivia let out a sob unable to answer, "Harris, please!" she screamed frantically.
Without wasting a moment he pulled back his fist before hitting her as hard as he could in the face sending her flying back against the door, her head hitting the window with a sickening 'thunk'.
Tears welled up in her eyes at once as she put a shaking hand to her now bleeding head, her eye throbbing painfully as she leaned against the glass for a moment her eyes fluttering open and shut as she slunk down the door.
"Unlock the doors!" he ordered Parker who obliged at once. Harris reached over and held onto Olivia tightly as he opened his door.
Olivia thought about struggling against him before an idea popped into her head.
She swallowed hard as she leaned up against him as he got out never letting go of her, groaning loudly in what appeared to be pain going all but limp in his arms.
Once outside she nearly stumbled but he caught her before she hit the ground. "Take it easy, Olivia," he told her lowly his voice softening to something almost unimaginable.
Parker got out of the car as well nearly slamming the door behind him as he looked on in disgust as the exchange.
"Grab her and let's go," Parker snarled as he went over to them, purposely running into Olivia making her stumble once more.
Harris glared after him before he turned back to Olivia who was gripping onto him meekly as he held her against him.
"Don't let me fall," she muttered lowly into his shirt hating herself for having to do this. "Please."
Harris smiled down at her, a true almost warming smile and nodded. "I promise."
He reached down and scooped her up in his arms, making sure the bathrobe covered anything intimate and private before he made his way into the cheap motel, ignoring the looks from the other patrons, somewhat surprised as Olivia threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it.
Parker glared at the two as they went to the front desk where the receptionist stood watching a small boxed TV, several rows of keys behind him, with his graying hair greasy and disheveled, his dark green eyes glued on the screen, him or his clothes looking like they haven't seen a drop of water in weeks.
"What do ya want?" the man asked, not looking away from the TV.
"We'd like a room, two beds," Harris told him.
The man sighed loudly as he looked up at them somewhat surprised when his eyes landed on Olivia. "Who's the broad?" he asked as he looked over her face.
"My wife," Harris told him with a low growl like a dog protecting his food. "She's sick and I'd like to get her into bed."
The man nodded as he looked from Harris to Parker. "Yeah yeah, whatever. How many nights?"
"Indefinite."
The man nodded before he turned and tossed Parker the keys. "Room 318, its a hundred bucks a week. I don't fix cable, water, or anything else wrong in this piece of shit place. Something wrong, you call me, I call someone to fix it."
Harris nodded as he took the key and walked towards the room, Parker in tow.
"This place of shit doesn't even have an elevator," Parker muttered lowly as they walked towards the steps, the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol strongly invading all three of their senses, low mutterings surrounding everywhere they walked.
Parker and Harris walked up the steps, Harris slightly panting and Olivia felt herself being lowered the more they walked.
Finally they came to a stop and Olivia forced herself not to struggle and continue with her plan.
"Unlock the door," Harris told Parker as he began to struggle under her weight.
Parker took the keys from him and unlocked the door, leading the way into the tiny room.
"Christ almighty, Cap, this place is disgusting!" Olivia heard Parker say with an air of annoyance and Olivia was half tempted to open her eyes and look around but she forced herself to remain buried in his shirt.
"And who the hell is going to call security or the cops on us if they hear us?" Harris told him as he walked over to the bed and gently placed her down on it.
Olivia's sense of fear heightened to an extreme she has never felt before, praying silently that Harris would do what she thought he would.
"Oh, you mean you're still going through with it?" Parker's voice demanded nastily.
Olivia felt the bed dip lower and felt his hand delicately felt the large bump on her head. "What the hell do you mean?" Harris asked with an air of suspension in his voice.
"I mean that you're acting less and less like you want to teach her a lesson the more time you spend with her. Are you getting soft on me? If that's the case get the hell out and let me be the man!"
Harris got off of the bed and she heard him storm over to him followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh. "You do NOT!" Harris growled lowly followed by another punch and Parker emitted a low groan, "disrespect me like that, you pathetic little bitch! I'm in charge! Not you, me! And if you don't remember that, remember this. I won't lose a wink of sleep if I have to end your miserable life!"
There was heavy nasally breathing and Olivia swallowed her fear as she heard him storm back over to her and climb on top of her. "Go get me some ice."
"What the hell for?" asked Parker as she heard him stand up.
"For her head. I think she's really sick."
Olivia's hope soared as she listened to Parker sigh heavily before he left the room, closing the door behind him. One of them she could handle.
She felt Harris bend down low and tenderly kiss her on the mouth, his tongue softly licking her lips.
Olivia's eyes shot open and without warning, bit down hard on his tongue.
He let out a scream of pain before he pulled away, the blood tricking down his face.
Olivia went to push him off her but instead he gripped her by the wrists and slammed them down hard onthe bed, squeezing her pained one harder than he had before.
"Get off me!" Olivia screamed as she fought unsuccessfully against the hold he had on her.
"Parker, get in here!" Harris bellowed as he fought to get in between her legs so she could do no more damage to him.
Parker rushed back into the room and ran over to the bed. He leapt on it and kneeled behind her head before he held her arms down above her head, crushing her with the weight of him.
"You little bitch!" Harris snarled as he grabbed the tie that held her robe together; it came undone with ease and he threw the white cloth to the ground.
He threw open the robe and revealed her nude body to him, his eyes hastily raked over her curves.
Olivia let out a sob as she pulled against Parker's grasp as Harris stood up from the bed, pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks before pulling down his jeans and boxers; his hands trembled from anger and excitement.
"Get off me!" she begged as he climbed back on top of her. His hands gripped her thighs and began to force them open. "Let go of me!" she screamed as she arched her back, panic over taking her senses and making it nearly impossible for her to breathe.
He ignored her pleas and wrenched open her legs, forcing himself in between them as Olivia twisted and turned beneath him, trying to throwhim off his balance.
She felt Parker shift so that his knees rested on her wrists and she screamed at the painful contact, her already broken wrist throbbing in even more pain. His hands went straight for her breasts while he attached his mouth to her neck, biting and nipping the flesh so hard he drew blood, his tongue moving in slow circles on the skin.
Harris leaned down once more, Parker reluctantly pulling away from her giving Harris more room as he put his mouth right next to her ear, his hot breath on her skin making her shudder in disgust, his throbbing erection pressing up against her. "I'm going to make you pay," Harris growled low in her ear, "for everything you've done to me."
Olivia let out a heart wrenching sob as Harris moved back as took his hand and trailed it down her stomach, tracing the defined muscles in her abs before he moved down to her opening.
Parker's hands once again latched onto her breasts, continuing the assault with his mouth on her neck, tiny streams of blood going down her neck that he would lick up, grinning in what he would describe as triumph every time she tried to jerk her head away with no place to go.
"No!" she shrieked as she tried to close her legs; she nearly succeeded in her efforts until he hit her as hard as he could in the inner thigh. Olivia cried out in pain as he pried them open either further. "Don't do this! Please don't! Harris, please!"
"No, please don't," he mimicked before he shoved two of his fingers into her opening.
She shrieked in pain as he moved his weapon of choice hard inside her; her internal muscles tightening around the intrusion.
"How tight is she?" Parker asked with a smirk.
Harris chuckled as he pulled out of her. He looked down at her as though he were a child who just opened his new favorite toy at Christmas. "She's just right."
"GET OFF ME!" Olivia shrieked as he leaned forward and positioned him self right outside her entrance. Her face was wet with tears. Harris reached up and gripped her shoulders painfully tight, his weight pressing down on her making it even harder to breathe.
"Look at me," he ordered her. When she didn't oblige, he grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her face toward him. "Look at me!" he screamed at her, clutching her hair tighter.
With a defeated sob, she turned towards him, brown eyes meeting green. With a truly sadistic smile, he thrust into her, his large member filling her completely.
Olivia screamed. She screamed harder, louder, and more horribly then anything any of them had ever heard in their lives. All she could was simply scream as Harris nearly withdrew all the way before slamming into her again. The pain shot through her.
Harris laughed cruelly as he repeated the harsh movements. Olivia screamed even louder trying to block out the sound that seemed to easily carry over the horrific sound she was making.
He all but pulled out once more before driving into her again, the inhumane laughter almost echoed in the tiny hotel room.
Even now she struggled to get out from under him, to get away from Parker's grasp. Harris pushed Parkers hands away from her breasts and he himself gripped them painfully tight, his nails cutting into the soft flesh.
She felt her own blood flow out from inside her as he pounded hard against her core, every movement he made was ripping her insides just a little more. Every moment he was inside her seemed like a lifetime, every thrust that much more painful than the last.
He intensified his thrusts as he neared his climax, burying himself deep inside her, throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan as he spilled his seed inside her.
Olivia closed her eyes in defeat as he felt him soften inside her and he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to kill her.
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