"Mmm, Detective Benson. I was starting to wonder when you'd be paying me a visit," Dylan Whiteman stated as he leaned back in his chair the best that he could with his hands handcuffed to the table. Olivia walked around the table once, circling Dylan like he was her prey before pausing behind him and leaning on either side of the desk around him.
"You were waiting for me?" She whispered into Dylan's ear before pushing back and walking around to the other side of the table. She didn't bother to sit down, instead she kicked the chair out of the way, allowing it to crash against the floor.
Dylan eyed the chair curiously before looking back up to Olivia. "You're just like me, you know."
In one stride, Olivia closed the distance between her and the table before slamming both of her fists on the table top, causing Dylan to flinch slightly. "I am nothing like you," She spat out vehemently as she forced herself to calm down her ragged breaths.
"Did I hit a nerve?" Dylan asked as he leaned closer to her so that their faces were mere inches apart. She scoffed before pushing herself off of the table and standing at her full height so she could look down on Dylan. "Tell me, why exactly are you here, Olivia?"
"You know why."
Dylan smirked as he leaned back in his seat, knowing full well that he controlled this conversation. Olivia willingly gave up power, hoping that with some form of control, Dylan would feel more powerful and feel the need to brag about his work. "How is my dear Alexandra?"
In the blink of an eye, Olivia flipped the table over, effectively pinning Dylan to the ground. She leaned into the table and watched him sputter slightly as he struggled for air. "Don't you dare say her name."
The interrogation room door burst open a second later as Elliot and Fin tumbled in. "Liv, he's not worth it." Olivia glanced back at him before removing the pressure from the table so that Dylan could breathe again.
"But isn't that what you're here for? You want me to tell you about all the sick little things that I did to her beautiful body, don't you?" Dylan taunted as pushed the table off of himself since the other detectives made no attempt at helping him up.
Olivia clenched her fists together as she took a deep breath before turning back to face Dylan. Fin forced Dylan back into his chair with a firm hand on his shoulder before leaving the room with Elliot. "You're going to prison for the rest of your life, Dylan. I don't need to hear a thing you have to say," Olivia stated calmly.
"Oh but you want to, don't you? Did she tell you what I did to her? Better yet, has she shown you what I did to her?" Olivia stayed quiet as she watched Dylan's lips twitch into a smile. "Oh you've seen her body, haven't you? You know, she called out your name in her sleep."
Olivia's face turned to stone as she looked up at Dylan, frozen from the pain that was coursing through her body from his words. "Every night she called out for you. I tried beating it out of her but that didn't seem to work so I settled for making it clear that you would never love her again after you saw what I did to her." Dylan paused to lick his lips before looking back up at Olivia. "The look on your face tells me that it worked. You can only think of me when you touch her, when you look at her, even when you hear her broken voice."
"The only person I think of is her," Olivia spat out in disgust.
"Well, I guess I should fix that then, shouldn't I?" Dylan taunted as dropped his head back and rolled his head to the side, causing his neck to crack multiple times before he straightened up again. "Where should we start, Detective? Maybe you'd like to know how I beat her every day but after a while that got pretty boring. So I started carving her up with my favorite knives. That too got pretty boring once she was so numb from the pain that she couldn't feel anything anymore. You know, I expected her to cry and beg a lot more than she did. She tried her best to keep it to herself when I tortured her but I could see the pain behind her eyes."
Dylan licked his lips again before continuing. "I think my favorite part was when she gave up. She didn't bother fighting me when I tied her arms above her head and tied her legs open. She didn't even cry when I entered her tight little body, would you believe that?" Dylan asked with a light chuckle.
Olivia swallowed roughly as she forced herself to stay calm. She needed him to confess so that he'd go down for everything and Alex wouldn't have to testify. "That's what you've been waiting for, haven't you? You know, I'm starting to think that you're a SVU detective because this stuff gets your rocks off, doesn't it? You're just like me in that way, Olivia. I bet you would've loved to be the one violating her sexy body. God, she was so fucking tight and wet!" Dylan exclaimed as he closed his eyes as if he was picturing her body in his mind.
"You know, I think she got off on the pain. I mean why else was she so wet and tight, so ready for me? But don't you worry, I took advantage of it and fucked her lithe body until she was quivering around me and screaming out. I bet you would've loved to see the look on her face as I made her come; I certainly enjoyed it."
For everyone observing the interrogation, it seemed as if everything happened in a heartbeat. Olivia lunged toward Dylan the same moment that Elliot barreled through the door, grabbing a hold of Olivia before she could beat the shit out of Dylan. "Calm down!" Elliot screamed at Olivia as he tightened his grip around her body and practically dragged her out of the interrogation room.
She was struggled against Elliot, trying her best to free herself from his hold as Dylan continued to taunt her. "God, it felt so good to be inside of her! Why don't you ask her how much she enjoyed me fucking her! And when she came…Fuck I came right with her."
Fin slammed the door shut as Elliot pushed Olivia into the wall outside of the interrogation room, pinning her against it. "It's over, Liv! Stop fighting me!"
"Olivia." The detective immediately stopped her struggled when she heard Alex's voice call out her name.
She jerked her head to the side and looked at Alex in shock. "What the hell is she doing here? She shouldn't have seen that!" Olivia practically screamed out as she turned to face Elliot.
"She snuck in without us knowing. She told me to pull you out," Elliot explained as he waited for Olivia to calm down before he let go of her.
"Alex," Olivia whispered as she walked over to the blonde who simply shook her head as she covered her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "Sweetie, it's okay," The brunette tried to assure her as she reached out and gently touched Alex's shoulder.
No," Alex managed to mumble out from behind her hand as she continued to shake her head back and forth.
"Alex, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We have all seen plenty of cases where women were raped and couldn't control their body's reaction even if they wanted to."
"Stop," Alex sobbed out as she wrapped her free arm around her waist while the hand over her mouth tightened its grip.
"It's alright, Alex," Olivia told her again as she reached out to touch the shaking blonde.
"No," Alex choked out again as she shook her head.
"Alex—"
"He didn't rape me!" Alex screamed out as she pushed Olivia back slightly and continued to hold onto herself. "He did a lot of damage but he didn't get the chance to…do that to me. He—he was just trying to mess with your head."
"Oh Lex," Olivia whispered before taking a step forward and gathering Alex up in her arms, hugging her tight to her chest. She felt foolish for buying into Dylan's lies and only now realized how manipulative he was. Even locked up, he could still torment Alex; admitting to raping her would not only piss off Olivia but it would also require the detectives to ask Alex about the rape, forcing her to live through the traumatic events that she went through again. There was no doubt in Olivia's mind that Alex was thoroughly tortured at Dylan's hands, even if he didn't get the chance rape her.
Alex allowed herself to fall into Olivia's arms as tears trickled down her cheeks. Dylan didn't rape her not because he didn't want to, but because he was waiting. He was waiting for the perfect moment.
"Do you remember when you first met me, Alexandra?" Dylan asked as grabbed onto Alex's bound wrists and dragged her across the room before propping her upright against a wall. "You were so beautiful that night," Dylan recalled as he sat down next to her as if they were two friends having a normal conversation. Alex continued to look down at the bloodied hands in her lap which were unsuccessfully trying to cover up her exposed lower half.
"I wanted to take you home, my little mouse," Dylan whispered almost sweetly as he cupped her face and tried to turn her to face him. Alex jerked her face out of his hands, not even bothering to regret her action when Dylan slapped her roughly across the face; she was used to the hits by now. "Look at me," Dylan growled out as he gripped her face firmly and forced her to look at him. "You used to be so beautiful."
He pushed her off of the wall so that she crashed down against the concrete floor before crawling on top of her. "I can't look at your body anymore, Alexandra," Dylan told her as he settled his weight over her torso and positioned his legs on either side of hers. "You're disgusting, all bloodied and bruised. No one will ever be sexually aroused by the sight of you again."
Alex pinched her eyes shut and tried to pretend that she was anywhere else as his jean clad lower half rubbed against her naked body. "You still have a pretty face though," Dylan commented as he ran his fingers along her face before bringing his lips down to her neck and biting her. She screamed out momentarily before forcing her mouth shut; she knew struggling only got him off more. "I think I should change that," Dylan stated as he chuckled.
The rough denim started rubbing against her more firmly now and she could feel the friction burns forming on the tops of her thighs and stomach as he grinded into her. She could hear his grunts increasing in frequency and volume as his thrusts grew harder and more ragged. While she preferred this over him physically entering her, she still felt disgusting and sick as he humped her. She could feel his erection rubbing up against her lower abdomen and the tops of her thighs through his jeans. After a few more minutes, he groaned out as he stilled his body.
He pushed off of Alex and smirked as he looked down at her shivering frame, eyes still firmly pinched shut. "I can't wait until I'm actually inside of you, Alexandra. That was good but it's nothing compared how good you'll feel as I fuck you senseless. You'll know that feeling soon enough though; I'm just waiting for the perfect moment."
Dylan walked around her before kneeling down next to her head. He roughly grasped onto her hair as he pulled her up and pressed her face against his jean-covered erection. Alex squirmed against his grip as she felt the wetness seeping through his pants brush against her skin. "I bet you're wondering what I'm waiting for, right?" He laughed as his own question before dropping her head back onto the ground. "An audience, my little mouse. I'd like your little detective to be able watch me fuck you." Alex's eyes shot open at his words. "Oh yes, that's right. I'm going to pick up Olivia with the help of a friend and bring her back her so she can watch me rape you."
"Leave her alone!" Alex finally managed to scream out, although it sounded more like a gargled croak as she tried to muster up as much strength as she could to speak. She had been silent for what she assumed was two days.
"Oh but I can't do that, Alexandra. I want her to watch me violate you. I want to destroy her while I destroy you."
"He was waiting," Alex whispered out against Olivia's chest before pushing back slightly to look in those warm familiar brown orbs. "He wanted you to watch." Olivia closed her eyes as she willed back her own tears. She gently cupped the back of Alex's head as she pressed a series of rapid kisses against Alex's forehead, more so to calm down herself than to soothe Alex, before bringing Alex's head back against her chest and holding onto her with all the strength she could muster.
