Author's note: Hey, it is I. Yeah. I changed my penname. From Balseirocharmed to TheOceanCrumb, which is also my twitter name. What do you think? I know it has been a while. I have been getting into other things. Moreover, sadly I will keep being busy this year. I am a junior now and have a job(I don't get paid tho, I get community service hours)... Whoop!

I was listening to Black Veil Brides for inspiration as I wrote this chapter. Y'all need to take a listen. They are good. I promise.

Disclaimer: As always, I claim no right to the Law & Order Franchise or their characters. I do own any characters I have created, though.

Previously, Olivia finally met her attacker face to face, and was left with the wondering of what might have happened to Rosa.

Chapter 38

A few days prior…

"Sir, please," begged Rosa, tears in her chocolate brown eyes, "Do not do this."

His cold blackish yet emerald eyes glared at her, chilling her core. His voice ice-cold as he spoke, "You are pathetic."

A soft hiccup left her chapped lips, a lone tear falling down her brownish tan cheeks. "I do not want to go."

"You're tainted. You have no use to me anymore."

"I am sorry!" She screeched, her mascara spreading down her cheeks. "So sorry, Please, I can not go back there! Cannot! Will not!"

"You really think you have a choice, woman?" He let out a cold, cruel laugh.

She flinched, and crossed her arms, rubbing her left elbow with her right arm. Her bottom lip quivered, her two front teeth exposed. "Sorry," She said in a soft whisper.

"Will you stop apologizing? I don't care if you're sorry," He yelled, clenching his hands into fists. "Nothing will stop me from doing what I am going to do with you. I do not want you anymore."

Her voice shook with a heavy sob, "I do not want to go back to my country. Why can I not just stay here in New York?"

"Oh, why not," He muttered sarcastically, "why not while you're at it, you go to the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and tell them I have one of their first elite detectives locked up nearby right under their noses?"

Wiping her damp eyes, Rosa mumbled, "Sir…I would…I would never. Never,."

"Do you think I am blind, Rosa? I have seen you getting cozy with my prisoner."

"I was just being friendly…"

If possible, his voice rose to an extreme, "I take you in and I give you a better life than you ever knew and you repay me by being friendly?"

"I, sir-" she pleaded softly. She had just about said all she could to try to get back on his better side, if such a side existed. She had done almost everything but get down on her knees and kiss his boots.

"Save it! I don't care what you have to say. I don't want to hear it!" His yell echoed throughout the soundproof room, and seemed to steal Rosa's ability to speak.

Tears fell down the woman's face, but she could not find it in herself to speak. Throwing away the last drop of dignity, she dropped herself to the floor, and gripped his feet, crying hysterically.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, "How dare you touch me with your filthy hands! Get up!" When she did not remove herself from the floor, he gripped her hair, yanking her up to her feet.

When she made no sound, he growled, and slapped her cheek. The contact of his hands to her skin made an icy sound, yet she did not respond.

Rosa stood there, statue-like, staring at him; a statue made of Earth's warmest core for she had certainly gone through hell and back; there was nothing more that he could do to her. Nothing more could penetrate her soul more than the events of the day where he found her and made her his property; his iniquitous words seemed to bounce off her like a sound booth.

Realizing that his words no longer posed an impression on her, he snarled up his bottom lip, sneering. "Get out."

"Fine," Her voice did not sound like it usually sounded when she spoke to him.. It was not soft, weak. No. It was a bit firmer; more confident. However, she did not turn her back on him to leave. She knew he was not done; that he had more to say to her before he actually would let her go.

"I could kill you right now but honestly, I would rather not taint my knife with your filthy blood," He said, a crooked grin on his face.

Rosa hid whatever fear she might have felt perfectly well, her facial features set on a stone-cold expression. "Okay."

He snarled softly as he opened the front door for her, "You may leave now,"

Over the time that she had lived under the same roof as this man, Rosa had learned quite well that she should never turn her back on him. Turning your back on your enemy leaves you defenseless, and open for attacks. Walking backwards, her back never turned to face him, her eyes connected with his as she stepped onto the front step.

His eyes were cold, filled with nothing but hatred. "If you ever," He hissed, "Ever say a word to anyone, it will be the last thing you ever do. I promise you that."

The door slammed in her face, leaving her out in the dark. She glanced up at the moon, which glimmered the brightest in the night. The stars twinkled from their place in the deep night sky, almost as bright as the moon but not quite. This was what freedom felt like. She was free.

Author's notes:

Well I am back for a while. This chapter was mainly background to my last chapter. If I get enough "good" reviews, I might be motivated to write the next chapter. I have a slight idea of what I might want it to be about. Feel free to tell me what you liked and did not like, and what you might want to see happen. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, though. I worked several hours(like three - writing and editing).