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Chapter 37

There was a delicate knock on the door as someone's curled up fist patted softly against it. The knob slowly turned, and light from the hallway entered the dark room. Instead of seeing Rosa, like she had expected, there stood a man. The man looked to be at least six feet tall, and weighed twice as much as Olivia; he had bushy blonde fuzz all over his face with a head of hair to match. He wore a dark, almost professional suit and had a distinct aroma, which caused Olivia to cough as she choked slightly on it.

Olivia's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Why was he here and where was Rosa? "Why are you here?"

She didn't like the smirk that found its way onto the man's face. She shivered as the man spoke. "I decided I should see you for myself. After all, you've been here for a month already."

Her lips curved into a tight frown. "What have you done with her?"

His head went back as he let out a hoarse menacing laugh, but then his face went serious, and he stared her down. "This is not the prescient nor an interrogation room, Miss Benson."

Olivia scowled as he reminded her of what she already knew. It didn't take much to know that she was somewhere unfamiliar to her. "I know that."

"You might think you're still in control, but you're not." He continued, as if not hearing her. "You're out of your element, detective. You don't have anyone here to help you, and no one here is going to help you."

"You're wrong."

His eyes flashed threateningly, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

The next thing happened so fast she hardly had time to react. She fell backwards at the force of the back of his hand hitting her cheek. She closed her eyes, knowing full well that there was going to be a bruise tomorrow.

She flinched away when his finger touched her cheekbone, caressing it softly. "Don't touch me," She whispered, flinching away from him.

He gripped her face with that hand, digging his fingers painfully on her skin, and growled out, "I give the orders. When I say jump, you jump. You got that?" His voice left no room for reply. She swallowed down any pride she had, and nodded slowly. "Good," He said, an unnerving smile on his face.

He stood and she watched him leave the room. She sighed softly as the door shut behind him, and closed her eyes. A soft hushed cry left her lips and tears slid down her face. She could still feel the man's hand on her cheek, and his taunting voice echoed in her head. She had been dumb to think that she would be able to get out without outside help. Rosa would never turn on him. Besides, for all she knew, he could have figured out what she had been saying and gotten rid of her. The guilt panged in her chest; if Rosa was dead, then it was her fault.

Author's note:

I know it's short but I feel this is the best ending for this chapter. More later. I have hw to do.