Jordan bounds me to the iron frame bed using rope, something that I'm familiar with. Straddling my waist, he cuts off my clothes with a kitchen knife.
"How dare you go behind my back like that. Who were you talking to?" he growls.
"Anne called." I lie, hoping he won't see through it. My eyes try not to watch the knife move in his hand. Pain cuts into my left thigh from the cold surface of the blade.
"You're lying." he sneers, "Anne thinks you're a whore. They all do; they told me all about your sick, twisted little adventures with Charlie Fishling."
My body freezes and my eyes begin to fill with tears.
I shake my head vigorously, "No, no, he raped me."
"That's what you always say about men who pay you for cheap sloppy sex." Jordan says as tears spill from my eyes. How could he even find out about Fishling? I never told him or anyone in over four years.
As he digs the blade deeper into my skin, forcing screams from my mouth that he muffles by his hand, I hear a yell from the door.
"NYPD!" it's a voice I've been dying to hear for years.
Straining my voice, I scream louder. Jordan takes the blade from inside my skin and uses the handle to hit my skull repeatedly, growling at me to be quiet. He gets up from the bed when the front door slams open. The seconds past by slowly. My ears are ringing and my vision begins to blur.
"Georgina?" I see Olivia's face in front of me. Someone else is beside her, untying the ropes around my wrists. Three word escapes my lips before everything turns to darkness.
"Olivia, you came."
Det. Olivia Benson
Her eyes close and her head drops to the side. Glancing back at my partner, I see the perp is leaning against the wall, grinning while being cuffed by Nick. Taking off my jacket, I place it over her bare body.
"Call a bus!" I yell. My fingers search for a pulse in her neck and I find it. "Still got a pulse."
I untie her ankles and look at the girl I knew years ago. Her hair falls evenly to rest on her shoulders, her face and body older than before. She must be about seventeen by now, though she looks malnourished. Cuts and bruises cover her skin and I notice a pool of wet blood pooling around her thigh. I keep pressure on it until the medics arrive, who push me aside.
"You go with her. I'll take his ass in." Nick tells me, pushing the perp out the front door. As Georgina is put on a stretcher and lifted into the ambulance, I watch in apprehension. I sit beside her as the ambulance begins to move. Giving one of the medics a brief explanation of what happened, Georgina begins to stir.
Her eyes slowly open and she turns to me, asking, "Olivia?"
"Yeah, I'm here Georgina." I say softly, "Do you know who did this to you?"
"Jordan...he got so abusive, Olivia. I wanted to get away but..." she goes silent.
"Is Jordan your boyfriend?"
The corner of her mouth twitches, "It's a long story."
"Okay. You're gonna be okay."
Continued P.O.V
"Detective Benson?" a doctor stands in the hospital corridor, his face displaying relief. My partner, who stands against a plain green wall beside me, looks at me with concern.
I hold up my badge for a moment before asking, "How's Georgina?"
"Multiple broken ribs and blows to the head." he looks down at a clipboard and reads, "Concussion, bruising on her stomach, arms and thighs. Rope marks around her wrists and ankles, a stab wound on her left thigh. Vaginal trauma and anal tearing are present, as are fluids. Rape kit has been done and she's awake. I'll wanna keep her and her baby in for close observation, though.
I raise my eyebrows, "Baby?"
"About seven months along. I'm surprised it survived."
"Is she awake?" I ask.
He nods, "Room 130."
"Thank you."
Walking down the hallway, my mind buzzes with questions. How did Georgina end up like this? I find the door with the three silver numbers on and push it open slowly, bracing myself. She lays in the hospital bed with needles in her inner elbow, her eyes filled with tears.
"Hey," I smile, "How do you feel?"
"I'm...okay. I'm just glad you found me." she smiles, her eyes bright. Her body is painted with bruises and cuts, making me wonder if I've ever seen her without wounds. Her smile quickly fades as she sighs, "I guess you wanna know what happened, huh?"
"Yeah, I would." I say, sitting on the chair beside the bed.
She chuckles and shakes her head, "Where do I even start?"
"Try the beginning."
"Right." her eyes fall to her hands as her fingers tangle in the blanket over her. "Well, you already know what happened five years ago. After that night in the alley? Things became a blur; it was like time sped up and before I knew it, I was leaving for college with this new, perfect boyfriend." she smiles sadly before looking up into my eyes, "And I'm going to be blunt about it, Olivia; we started having sex and he started getting rough. At first I gave consent, until he started ignoring me and just using my body. He calls me degrading names in public, hits me, ties me up for days at a time. After he made me drop out of college, I wanted out. When I told him, he got so mad he tied me up for a whole week with next to no food and water."
"It's okay. What he did to you was not your fault." I remind her, though I know she's heard it all before. "Georgina, he's never going to hurt you again."
