TITLE: Law & Order – Stolen Moments
AUTHOR: D M Harper.
SUMMARY: First meetings often go horribly awry, leaving bad impressions. A/U
RATING: Rated MA for sexual content
PAIRINGS: ADA Abbie Carmichael & OFC; Detective Olivia Benson & ADA Alexandra Cabot.
DISCLAIMER: This story is the work of an over imaginative mind and the basic wish of many gay women who watch and enjoy certain television shows, to see a little v-vroom between two female characters. I like to dabble with the subtext and do so for fun and not for profit. There is no intent to infringe on the copyright of NBC Universal Television or Dick Wolf. This entertainment does feature consensual sexual interaction between two females, so if you are underage or unable to view due to restrictions in your part of the world, be gone with you and take my sympathy with you. If you find such material offensive, too bad, so sad, you chose to enter this web site of your own free will, hence you have no one to whine to expect yourself - now bugger off!
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Chapter 38
Bald, medium height Vernon Hyde looked down at the naked blonde sitting on the concrete floor of his cellar and spat at her, "I told you to clean yourself up bitch. You have to be pretty for me Clara."
Through heavily swollen eyelids, the blonde leered up at her captor and snapped, "I am not Clara."
Hyde raised his steel capped boot and kicked the blonde in the side of the jaw. Had it not been for the fact her mandible was already broken, it would have shattered under the heavy blow.
"You are whoever I say you are whore and don't talk back to me unless you want to end up like the others."
Standing up slowly on unsteady legs, the blonde picked up the sponge from the steel bucket containing warm, sudsy water and painstakingly began to wash her badly beaten and bruised body.
Hyde stood by with a sadist scowl on his face and observed, "You are beautiful Clara."
"Yes daddy," the woman replied through gritted teeth.
"That's a good girl Clara, make daddy happy."
The cuffs on the captive's wrists rattled as she ran the cleaning utensil over her discoloured and swollen genitals.
"Don't forget to clean everything for daddy. You know how daddy loves to have you smelling fresh."
The response was a whisper, "Yes daddy"
"You know how spotless daddy wants you to be when he loves you."
Bending gingerly, the fragile female washed the top of her left foot and murmured, "Yes daddy."
"What did you say?" asked Hyde as he moved closer.
The comeback was a barely audible hush, "Yes daddy."
Hyde leaned over to hear something he never would again. It was his first and final mistake.
The metal pail slammed into the left side of his temple without warning.
The incarcerated swung the bucket again with her limited energy and screamed, "I SAID YOU ARE A FUCKING CRAZY SICK FUCK."
Hyde stumbled to his knees as the third strike landed on the back of his skull, "You fucking bitch, you'll pay for this."
"NO, NOT ANYMORE," yelled the blonde as she picked up the chain links that shackled her ankles to the floor and wrapped it around Hyde's throat. Pulling back with the very last ounce of strength, the woman fell backwards towards the meagre mattress on the floor behind the support pole and succeeded in trapping her tormenter between it and the chain. "WHO'S DADDY NOW YOU PERVERTED PIECE OF DOG SHIT? IT'S MY TURN NOW YOU FUCKING DEMENTED BASTARD," she bellowed.
Vernon Hyde repeatedly attempted to grip the shackle as it dug into his neck muscles and windpipe then crushed into his larynx and pharynx. With flaying arms, the desperate man ultimately succumbed to the lack of oxygen and lost consciousness.
As Hyde slumped downwards, the blonde gritted her teeth and pulled again. She counted to one hundred and twenty before finally letting go of the chain. Collapsing backwards onto the filthy bedding, she patiently waited. Regulating her pounding heartbeat, the prisoner crawled over to Hyde and checked his carotid pulse, there was no beat. Ignoring the pain to her jaw, she smiled crookedly and dug her right hand fingers into the left pocket of the man's trousers. She laughed unnervingly when she felt the cold metal of the key ring against her skin. Withdrawing the keys, the hostage took hold of the smallest key and unlocked the metal handcuffs that had dug into her flesh from the moment she had first been taken captive and enslaved.
Painfully, she reached down and unlatched her ankles from the leg irons. Steeling herself against the agony she knew would follow, she stood up and slowly made her way up the wooden staircase one excruciating step at a time.
Steadying herself against the wall, the blonde opened the door then stepped into a sparsely furnished kitchen. Hobbling down the short hall, she entered a bedroom and grabbed a long sleeved tee shirt, track pants and a parker from the closet. Putting on the oversized clothes, she returned to the kitchen and searched through the pile of bills on top of the counter until she found an address.
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Lennie went back to his desk carrying a mug of coffee and answered his ringing phone, "Homicide, Detective Brisco."
"142 35th Avenue, Murray Hills, Queens."
"I'm sorry Miss, but you are going to have to speak up."
"142 35th Avenue, Murray Hills, Queens. Vernon Hyde's house."
"Who is this?" demanded Lennie, still unable to decipher the caller's words.
The blonde took a deep breath and gathered all her anger and shouted through the pain, "HYDE, 142 35TH AVENUE, MURRAY HILLS, QUEENS."
Lennie waved to Ed, "Miss stay on the line and we'll trace your call."
"What you got man?" inquired Ed.
Lennie put his left hand over the receiver, "Some broad is trying to tell me something, but I can't hear her clearly. She's saying something about hiding in Queens."
Ed picked up his phone and asked for a trace. He held the line until he was given the address of 142 35th Avenue, Murray Hills, Queens. Hanging up, he relayed the information to Lennie.
The older detective spoke into the phone, "Miss, a couple of uniformed officers will be there in a few minutes."
"No just you Lennie," came the words before the line went dead.
Brisco got up from his chair, "I heard that and she asked for me. Come on Ed, let's go."
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Ed pulled up outside the small stucco house and Lennie got out of the Squad car first. The two detectives cautiously approached the door and knocked several times with no answer. Ed went around the back of the building and peered through the kitchen window, "Hey Lennie, there's a woman lying on the floor, call for a bus."
Lennie did while kicking down the front door and Ed joined him. The men ran into the kitchen and knelt down beside the horrifically beaten and disfigured woman.
"Jesus man, she's in a bad way," remarked Ed.
Lennie looked at the dirty, tangled, long blonde tresses and said, "I don't recognise her."
Ed noticed the open basement door, "I'll go check downstairs Len."
"Okay Ed, I'll go search the rest of the house."
Drawing his gun, Ed took off down the stairs and returned to the kitchen as Lennie walked out of the hallway. "Man, we got Vernon Hyde down there, he's dead. This woman must be his ninth victim."
Lennie pushed past his partner and went downstairs. Upon his return, he called Van Buren and CSU.
The Paramedics arrived seven minutes later and administered to the blonde and as she was placed on a gurney then into the ambulance, Lennie jumped into the back while Ed waited for the others to arrive.
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