Warning: some nasty stuff in this chapter! I received some interesting (and conflicting) input on how to deal with Lewis but I decided to follow most of my original plan in the end. I'm just extending Lewis' role a bit. It's completely different from the actual show from here on but I think you will agree it is in character. And I hope it will satisfy all of our need for justice and Elliot's role in the matter.

35.

'Why is your kitchen empty!' he snarled at her.

She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head in the direction of his voice. He was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Her bedroom ... she glanced around and tried to move. She couldn't. Her wrists were tied to the sides of the bed near the headboard, with electrical cord. Just like Alice Parker, she thought. Her pants were off and her ankles were tied to the sides of the bed as well. Her pants were off ... She glanced down and saw she still had her black panties and bra on. That was all she was wearing now. She was completely spread out on the mattress and in no position to exercise force in any way. She couldn't move. All of the bedding was on the floor. Her chest was burning and her arms too. Fresh cigarette burns. The rest of her body was cold and she had a splitting headache.

'You moved the entire content of your kitchen already?' she heard him snap again.

He had nothing he could put on the stove. She remembered the crime scene at Ms. Parker's apartment. The keys and coat hangers, the smell of burnt flesh ... What time was it? How long had she been out? Why wasn't Elliot here yet? What had Lewis done to her while she was unconscious?

'Well, we don't have much time anyway and I have some other games we can play,' Lewis told her, his tone now chipper again.

He walked to the foot of the bed and let his eyes roam her body. She felt incredibly exposed in just her underwear. Her hair was sticky and she didn't doubt there were blood clogs in it. She gave him her best defying stare nonetheless. He was carelessly turning her gun in his hands and pointed it at her loosely when he asked her another question.

'So, a boyfriend huh? What's he like?'

Olivia huffed but didn't speak. He didn't get to talk about Elliot.

'Does he ... satisfy you?' Lewis continued, licking his lips while he walked to the side of the bed. 'Cause you seem a little stressed out to me.'

He put a hand roughly over her breast, squeezing it, and she closed her eyes.

'Is he a breast man or an ass man? Tell me detective. I really want to know. You know, for when he joins us. If he's an ass man, we might need to flip you over.'

She was panicking. She was completely at his mercy. There was no telling when Elliot would finally get there. She was beginning to doubt if he had understood her message after all. What if he was really heading for the restaurant to wait for her there? She shook her head, trying to shake out the disturbing thoughts. No. He was coming. She had to believe that. She needed to believe that.

'What's wrong detective? You want me to flip you over? Get started without him?' He was humming happily and let his hand glide all the way down one of her legs. Goosebumps formed all over her leg, which naturally Lewis would interpret as something positive.

'Alright, we will get started then. Get a little warmed up. What do you want to do first detective? Oral or anal? Or maybe ...' He leaned over and nudged her gun between her legs, 'maybe both?'

She fixed her gaze on a spot on the ceiling, determined not to let him see her fear. The safety was off and she couldn't think about what would happen if the gun was to go off. He was almost pressing the gun into her through her panties and she just held her breath until he finally put the gun aside. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead softly. She tried to turn her head away when he licked her cheek but there was nowhere to go. She had to try and suppress the feeling of panic that was constantly just below the surface. She had to keep it together until Elliot got there. She needed to stay strong and in control of herself.

...

The closer he got to the Upper West Side, the more impatient Elliot got. He needed to get to her place. He was sure of it. He had contemplated calling someone, some backup maybe, but he didn't want to stop or slow down to find a number. Besides, he still didn't know anything really. He almost ran down a pedestrian and a few people took it on themselves to stop his car by stepping in front of it, to talk to him about it. He apologized, explaining that he had an emergency, and that they were absolutely right that he had been driving recklessly. He wished he still had his badge so he could get away faster. He usually appreciated civilians jumping in to help each other but this really wasn't a good time. When he was finally on his way again, he had lost countless minutes.

...

Olivia couldn't look at him. She was tugging at her restraints but they only cut deeper into the flesh of her wrists. He had unzipped his pants and had exposed himself. He was kneeling beside her on the bed, pleasing himself with one hand while touching her chest and abdomen with his other hand.

'I know why you're so restless,' Lewis taunted her. 'You want in on the action, right? Patience sweetheart, it'll be your turn soon.'

She let out a frustrated sound when he switched hands and put his free hand over her panties.

'You like that, right? I know you do ...' he said and his breath started picking up when his excitement grew.

She tried to pretend she was somewhere else and tried to block out the way he was touching her and the excited sounds he was making. It made her sick to feel his hand on her body and she could tell he was trying to get her body to react to his touch. She knew it was possible to get aroused even during a rape. She had reassured many victims that it was not an indication that they agreed with what was being done to them. But she refused to give Lewis the satisfaction of getting to her like that. She pursed her lips together and tightened every muscle in her body to keep completely still. The amount of alcohol and drugs in her system was making her weak though, and it was exhausting to fight him this way.

Lewis kept touching himself and her simultaneously until his grunts became louder and he had to brace himself on the mattress because of his impending release. Olivia still had her eyes squeezed shut when she felt the warm fluids hit her stomach. She wanted to throw up. The gun was at the foot of the bed and she had no way of reaching it. She knew Lewis would be weakened briefly because of his physical state but if she screamed, he would have the gun on her again in seconds. So she just lay still, hoping he would need some time to recover and Elliot would get there soon.

...

When Elliot reached her building he jumped out of the car quickly. The longer he had time to think about it, the more worried he got. She still wasn't answering her phone. It kept going straight to voicemail and he suspected it had been turned off. He hit Nick's number in his contacts while walking into her building. Nick answered on the second ring, while Elliot stepped into the elevator.

'Nick, it's Elliot. Is Liv still at work?'

'No, she left some time ago, Cragen sent us all home early. Is everything alright?'

It confirmed his fears. She wasn't tying up loose ends. She was in trouble.

'I'm not sure. I'm almost at her apartment now. Can you meet me there?'

With that, he hung up and Nick stared at his phone for a few seconds before he sprung into action.

...

Lewis had recovered quickly. Too quickly. He was strutting around proudly with a fresh hard on and Olivia felt sick to her stomach again. He couldn't find any tools in her kitchen so he decided just to rip her underwear off. He had taken off his pants and was straddling her, still partially exposed, and grinned at her. He traced the outline of her black bra with his fingers before he hooked them inside and pulled at the bra, hard. The straps cut her flesh before they snapped and she gasped in pain. She wanted to scream. She wanted to move but all she could do was buck up. And that got him even more riled up.

'So impatient. So feisty.'

'Get off!' she spat.

'That's the plan baby. You and me together.'

He moved down her legs and wanted to tug her panties off. They wouldn't go down because her legs were too far apart. Olivia bit her lip, trying not to scream but she couldn't stop the guttural sound that escaped her throat.

'Getting excited huh? Don't worry, I'll get it off.'

...

Elliot listened at her door for just a few seconds, trying to decide whether to knock or to just go in. He didn't hear anything and decided to go in carefully. He missed his gun. He turned the key slowly but when he pushed the door, it wouldn't open. It had been bolted from the inside. He felt a surge of panic and before he could think he had called out her name.

'Liv!'

She heard Elliot call her name and didn't hesitate. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs. She heard him crash against her door just two seconds later and she heard him call out to her again. Lewis was on her in a second, covering her mouth with his hand.

'Oh no. I am going to do you sweetheart. He's not getting in even with a key.'

They heard Elliot crash into the door again. It didn't budge. Lewis was on top of her, trying to find the right position to push through her panties. She shook her head and bit his hand, hard.

'You bitch!' he yelled and he slapped her across the face. Then he jumped up and got her gun and a roll of duct tape. He put some tape over her mouth and grinned. Then he pointed the gun at the living room area.

No!

He was going to kill Elliot on sight. She knew it. Elliot was still trying to destroy her front door. She heard wood cracking. Either the bolts or the hinges were going to give soon. She could see some insecurity on Lewis' face. He crawled over her again until his face was just an inch away from hers and pressed the gun against her cheek.

'You tricked me,' he hissed, 'and now you're gonna pay. Both of you.'

Then he got up again and started laughing. It was a hysterical laugh and it scared her. He could do anything right now. He was even more aroused than before and seemed to feed off the added danger. He walked into the living room calmly, the gun pointing straight at the door.

She wanted to scream to warn Elliot but she could do nothing. Nothing at all. It was too late. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the inevitable sound of a gunshot.

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