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Warning: This is the most graphic chapter in this story so far. This is definately MATURE material. You have been warned.

December 24, 2010

"You will not disrepect me again!" Olivia felt herself fly across the room straight into a mirror. She watched her own reflection shattered as fell face first into the glass. Her body slammed hard into the floor as pieces of mirror fell ontop of her, cutting her as they rained down. She lay still on the ground, waiting for what would happen next. Harris's breathing was heavy and labored as he approached her. He yanked Olivia up by the back of her dress and threw her onto Jesse's dead body. Wet, warm blood coated Olivia. She scrambled to get up but was only pushed back down by Harris. Olivia could no longer contain herself and she threw up all over the floor. Harris rolled his eyes.

"I thought you were supposed to be a cop? You're pathetic."

Olivia woke to the sound of her own screaming. She instantly gritted her teeth, trying to silence the noise that had already escaped. Her head felt heavy and numb, she barely sit up. Where was she?

She quickly scanned her surrounds. She was in the hospital. She tried to stand instantly realizing that she was attached to the bed. That's right, she had flipped out, she had verbally attacked Fin. Sweat began to collect on her brow. Her mind felt like it was moving through quick sand. God, these were some powerful drugs.

Every light in the room was out and the window revealed that it had to be night time. The moon shone brightly through the pastel curtains. The room was vacant except for Olivia. She tried her best to control her labored breathing, inhaling slowly through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.

Everytime she closed her eyes, he was all that she could see. She could hear him, smell him, hell even feel him. Every stomach churning touch, every slap, every insult, continued to fill her mind as if it were happening all over again.

Even worse than the memories of Harris were the images of Elliot and the hurt they had inflicted on him. She began to feel sick just thinking about it.

"I'm sorry, Elliot! I'm so sorry!" Olivia cried, tears rapidly falling down her bronze cheeks. She buried the left side of her face into the off-white pillow, letting it's material absorb her tears.

She could hear footsteps as they made their way toward her own desolate room. She couldn't help but begin to tremble. Was she going to be scared of everything forever?

A middle age doctor in a bleached white lab coat walked in with a chart, a young nurse followed quickly behind him with a cart full of medication. His eyes looked surprised.

"Oh, Ms. Benson, you're awake? Wow, I didn't expect you would be with the medication you're currently on..." His voice drifted off. The nurse pushed her cart up beside the bed. Olivia looked at the doctor.

"Actually, I think I'm a little too heavily medicated. Could we back off a little?" Olivia spoke, tears drying on her face. The doctor loudly exhaled.

"I'm sorry Ms. Benson but in your condition both physically and mentally we feel it's best..." Olivia quickly cut him off.

"What do you mean "mentally"? I had one freak out because I was forced to stay here against my will!" Olivia spit, anger erupted through her body. The doctor turned his attention away from Olivia and spoke to the nurse.

"Go ahead and administer the morphine please." The doctor ordered nonchalantly. The nurse smiled and began to inject the medication into the clear bag that hung above Olivia's head. Olivia felt her eyelids grow heavy.

"Please..." her voice was pratically a whisper.

"Don't worry," the doctor's face was becoming distorted, "everything's going to be all right."

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Harris heard her screaming echo through the ICU. A smile grew across his face. He'd recognize that bitch's scream anywhere. He had no idea she had been so fucking close this entire time. He felt his whole body tremble in excitement. He pictured her alone in her hospital bed, poor little Olivia, tossing and turning, thinking about him. He still caused her to panic, still made her cry out in her dreams. Pleasure pulsed through his body. He still had control over her. She was, and forever would be, his. If only he weren't restrained. If only armed guards weren't ALWAYS watching him. Oh, the fun he could have with that whore in a hospital! No doubt she'd be doped up on medication too. Good, less of a fight. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, the fantasy beginning to take shape...

He stood motionless in the dark doorway. Her tanned body lay limp beneath white sheets. Her chest moved rhythmically up and down as she soundly slept. Her brunette hair, slightly disheveled, framed her face.

He walked quietly toward her, trying desperately to control the exhilaration he felt as he approached his target. He gently gripped the bar attached to the side of the bed. He was only inches away and still she did not stir.

He bent over the bed and let his lips gently graze her cheek. Her scent, warm vanilla, enveloped him. Her dark, brown eyes slowly opened. Her expression let him know she was too sedated on drugs to fully comprehend the situation she was now in.

"Harris...?" Her voice was meek, and yet he could still hear the fear laced in the words she spoke, "No..." She coughed out as she placed the palms of her thin hands on his chest and attempted feebily to push him away. Harris softly laughed as he swiftly climbed on top of a now terrified Olivia. She tried her best to struggle beneath him, to some how get away, but her body felt too heavy to move. Her thoughts and surroundings began swirling around her, the only thing staying in focus was his face.

"Don't worry," He breath felt hot on her neck,"I promise you'll love it." Olivia's heavy eyes grew wide.

"Please..." she whispered as he began to untie the back of her mint green hospital gown. Her pleas only excited him more and he began to kiss her more agressively. His cold, rough hands began to exploring her now bare back before settling over the thin layer of underwear that covered her ass.

"Olivia." Harris moaned into her ear before sitting up to slide off her gown. Her body lay beneath him, only her bra and panties remained in his way. Harris jumped off Olivia and disrobed, quickly removing his pants and boxers. He scrambled back on top of her, his knees digging deeply into her exposed thighs.

"My god you perfect." His finger began lightly drawing figure eights across her abdomen. Her body shivered beneath him. His member instantly grew hard against her.

"Don't do this..." He could see she was beginning to leave reality, she would lose conciousness soon. His hand slowly wandered lower and he began to slide off her panties. Olivia shot up, her hand quickly gripped onto his, trying with all her strength to stop him. Tears began to fill her eyes.

Harris removed Olivia's hand and pushed her. Her back hit the mattress.

"No..." she cried as he tore off her panties with ease. Unable to wait any longer Harris quickly pried her legs apart and positioned himself in front of her. He tangled his hands into her hair and made her look him in the eyes.

"You're mine forever." Harris kissed her as he violently entered her. Her back arched beneath him. Her face tensed as pain unlike any she had felt before erupted between her legs. She cried out in pain.

"Oh Liv, yes." Harris cried as he entered her again, even deeper than the time before. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to make her pay for everything she's done. Her eyes were closed tight as he entered her again; tearing, ripping her apart. He slipped his hand underneath her bra and began squeezing her breast as his teeth bit down hard on her neck. He felt his member swell deep inside her and he knew it was almost over. He quickly pulled out and entered her one final time before releasing himself deep inside her. He let himself collapse on top of her, his head lay on her chest. Her body had gone limp. She had lost conciousness. Harris smiled as he sat up and looked over his handy work. Blood saturated the sheets and covered her thighs. Yellow bruises were beginning to form.

He leaned down and kissed her one final time on the lips before hastily putting on his clothes and leaving the room...

Harris's eyes quickly opened, his member now hard beneath his blanket. His breathing was heavy as he smiled and spoke quietly to himself,

"You will be mine."

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Fin sat at his desk getting together their case against Harris and the other two goons they had caught along with him, Joe Smith and Bradly Cooper. The case was definately a strong one and there was no doubt in Fin's mind that they wouldn't have any trouble sending these pricks away for good. Cragen entered the squad room and approached Fin.

"How you doing?" Cragen asked, worry filled his eyes.

"Pretty good. This case is definately solid, the best defense attorney in the world couldn't help these guys now..." Cragen cut him off.

"No Fin. I mean how are you doing?" Fin looked up from his paper work.

"I promise cap'n, it's all good..." Fin choked out. It was pure bullshit.

"This has been a tough night for all of us, especially you Fin. I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself." Cragen placed a concerned hand on Fin's shoulder.

"It's nothing I can't handle." Fin spoke before looking back down and shuffling through some papers. Cragen's hand released Fin and dropped to his side.

"Well, if you ever need to talk..." Fin interupted him.

"I know, I know. Stop worryin' cap'n." Fin didn't even try to conceal his fake smile. Cragen nodded and walked back into his office.

Fin heared the front door open followed by a set a high-heeled foot steps. He looked up once again from his paper work.

"May I help you?" Fin knew by the smirk on the old woman's face that this wasn't going to be good.

"I'm here about my client, Lowell Harris..."

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