The last few days were terrible for Olivia. William or Lewis or whatever his name was, kept laughing in their faces. When he got out of the jail on bail, it was the last straw for her. She was sitting at her desk at work listing through papers about the cases, you could tell she began to obsess about catching him. Everytime she had to interrogate him, his scary look burned into her mind. Captain Cragen walked past Olivia and stopped "Go home, Olivia. It's late. Get rest, for at least two days. And if you come back, I'll have to arrest you" he joked lightly. Cragen saw that she got her head in this case too much and needed to get away. "Alright, alright" Olivia nodded, clearly not being okay, otherwise she would probably fight him about it. She packed up her bag, put on her dark blue blazer and went out of the police department building. Olivia wasn't in mood to cook or even eat, honestly, but knew she might not leave the flat for at least two days so she decided to go to shop and quickly grab some groceries and after that she went home.
Olivia unlocked the door and went inside, it was evening already so the room was dark. Her flat was living room with kitchen combined, and one other room which was her bedroom. There was only small light above the kitchen counter. She put down the small grocery bag and heard some noise. You'd think, she's a cop so her automatic reaction would be to pull out the gun but she didn't and that was about to be the biggest mistake of her life.
After William got out of jail, he immediately went to the nearest library to use their computer. He needed to find out more about Olivia. He typed in her name and shook his head, "stupid girl", he muttered. William didn't expect to find so much information of her online, especially since she's a police officer. He closed the tabs and deleted the history off the computer and went straight to her flat. A small laugh escaped his mouth as he saw a key underneath the doormat. Really, Oliva? It's almost like she wanted him to break in. William looked around for a bit and smiled at a picture of her with her coworker, she's beautiful. He lied down on her bed and drifted off.
A small thud from the kitchen woke him up and made him hit his elbow to her nightstand. William cursed under his breath. Olivia is home. He smiled and walked behind her back.
Olivia took a step into the darkness of her living room and suddenly felt someone's rough hand cover her mouth. She didn't realise it was William, she didn't think he would be this crazy to go after police officer considering he just got out of jail on bail after raping and torturing another woman. Olivia probably didn't even think during that moment, she was tired and horrified after listening to William's bullshit for the past few days.
"And so we meet again", William whispered in her ear, as he held a knife against her neck.
When Olivia heard his voice, she felt chills all over her body and even though he was behind her and it was dark, she could clearly imagine him since his face was burned into her mind. Hearing him breathing down her neck felt terrifying, he wasn't the pathetic rapist she questioned in safety of her police building anymore. She wasn't in charge here. Her immediate thought was to pull out the gun she had on her belt by her waist so she quickly reached for it with her right hand, not thinking about the cold sharp knife that was digging slightly against her neck.
"Tut tut", William said. He grabbed Olivia's gun before she could. Her thought of pulling out the gun at him vanished as he threw the gun on the kitchen counter. Her eyes followed it. She wanted to remember exactly where it is. Of course in her mind, she already had like 5 plans of how she's gonna overpower him and escape, would anyone really expect anything else? Olivia was strong woman who wouldn't go down so easily. "Let's slow down and have a little chat first, shall we?" William grinned. He felt something warm against his hand and figured her neck might be bleeding. The adrenaline was rushing through her body so Olivia didn't even feel that the knife cut her skin, but she did feel something warm slowly dripping down her neck, not enough for her to bleed out sadly. Sadly? Sadly. Because as she felt his big hand gripping her hair hard, making it feel like there's thousands of tiny needles penetrating her scalp, she slowly started to realise that it might not be so easy to escape and she knew exactly what he does to his victims, she would rather die than have him do that to her. William walked with her to the bedroom slowly. Olivia let out a deep moan out of her mouth when he threw her body on the bed. The memory of her waking up in this exact same bed this morning innocently not knowing what's coming flashed before her eyes. That's what your brain does sometimes when it's trying to protect you from horrible experiences.
William had to act quickly.
He grabbed the handcuffs from Olivia's belt and cuffed her wrists to the bed, which to his surprise wasn't as easy as he thought. She moved side to side, kicking mindlessly trying to hit his dick, or any other part of his body just to get him off. Regret, that's what she felt when he was cuffing her to her own bed. Regret that she didn't try harder to have him locked up forever, and regret that she didn't enjoy that damn bed more. William removed the belt on her trousers and emptied her pockets. He made sure to put her stuff far away from the bed, so she wouldn't be able to free herself and sat on her legs to keep them together and cleared his throat. Olivia couldn't move or kick much anymore, suddenly everything was silent and calm. Like terrifying silence before the storm. William broke the silence and brought her back to the reality.
"So, Olivia", he started when looking deeply into her eyes, "Why on earth are you so obsessed with my case? Don't think I haven't heard the other police officers begging you to take some time off. I appear to be driving you crazy, why's that?" William's heart was racing.
Olivia looked at him "Because you're disgusting monster." She spit at his face as much as she could "That's why. And I can't wait to see your stupid face losing its grin behind the bars."
William hit her hard across her cheek. "So you're gonna play that game, aren't you, you little slut?!" He felt the rage go through his body. How dare she, to think so weakly of him? He always outsmarted everyone who tried to catch him or put him in prison. It wasn't easy to catch him at all. "You think you're a little hero, don't you? Thinking you can escape this hell I've dragged you in and find my weakness. You think you can finish me off when I'm not looking just so you could show your little friends and tell them about how you caught an evil man." William grimaced at the sight of her defeated face.
Olivia's cheek was red and stinging. The slap was hard enough for her to feel his hand for another few minutes. It was amusing for her to watch how angry he got, though. She knew men like him. Typical case of sadistic obsessive psychopath who should never leave prison or high security mental hospital. Olivia was staring at his face and had to admit that William was right about something and that was her need to he a hero. Ever since she was a teenage girl, her need to fix people and situations and mainly help people, be their hero, was strong. Maybe she wanted to do all of his victims justice, it wasn't just a job for her anymore. She would never sleep in peace knowing he's out there somewhere. With every minute passing she found it harder and harder to find a way how to escape.
"You would be famous. That excites you doesn't it? It would be a breakthrough in your career. I'm very sorry to break it to you princess, but it's not easy getting rid of me. I will haunt you, through day and night." William breathed heavily. Olivia felt his heavy body on top of her, she wasn't skinny and weak, her body was strong and curvy but even then his weight slowly crashed her organs. She closed her eyes for a bit when he was yelling few inches away from her face and then her eyes wandered to his mouth. It was disgusting. All she could think about was his past victims and what his mouth did to them.
William then spat back in her face and out his hand on her throat. The bleeding had already stopped while he was raging to her. He put pressure on the sides of her throat with his fingers and let out an approved sigh. This is something he had been yearning for since the moment he met her. His spit on her face didn't bother her much anymore when he grabbed her neck and Olivia stretched her legs as oxygen left her body and she couldn't focus on anything other than her heartbeat, it was so strong, she felt it in her head. Was it her body telling her to fight? Reminding her that she's still alive although she'd rather be dead? "Stop..." Olivia tried to yell out but her voice broke and she made wheezing sounds like an dying animal.
William watched becoming defenceless, it was cute how she tried to tell him to stop. He took his hand off her throat and sat in silence, looking at her for a while. She had the perfect body. He imagined what he would do to her. He wanted to make her bleed, give her scars that would remind her of him in the time he would hold her captive. He usually wasn't the type to keep his women captive for a long time because he doesn't want to get attached to anyone before he kills them. But Olivia is different, she seems more intelligent than everyone else. William wanted to make her beg. He wanted to see her body flinch at the sight of him walking towards her. He wants to see her face full of hurt and fear as he would pound into her vagina. He wanted to see her weak, something she isn't right now. That's also what makes her different. And thats what excites him, a new adventure.
This moment for Olivia was like escaping death. But she wasn't sure if it was a good thing. She wanted to die because she knew what he's gonna do to her. But part of her wanted to live so badly, she wanted to adopt a child, that was her dream. That part was probably stronger and that's why she wanted him to stop, that's why breathing in air again felt like a spring breeze, even though it was just dusty warm air in her room which hadn't seen an opened window in quite some time now. Olivia took a few breaths and had enough time to calm down. She was looking at his face. The way he was looking at her, it was both disgusting and terrifying to her. What is he thinking about? What does he want to do to me? Her mind was a mess with hundreds of thoughts all over the place. They will be looking for me, she assured herself. She's a police officer, if someone like her goes missing, it goes fast and they're still in her flat, this was her hope of escaping, but meanwhile she needs to buy more time, keep him talking. If he's talking he can't start doing all sorts of things she can't even imagine again, she read all of the cases, damn he even told her in interrogation room, every detail. I don't know if it's worse knowing what might happen or not knowing.
"What? Hm?" Olivia was looking at him fearlessly. "It's not that easy anymore hm? With woman your age? You only dare to assault little girls and old women twice your age, disgusting pathetic pig." She frowned.
William hit her again, this time giving her a nosebleed. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" he said disgusted. Olivia cried out a bit as she felt her nose filling up with blood. The common thing to do when you have nosebleed is to put your head down to stop the blood from getting in your throat. But she was lying down and cuffed to bed. She felt her throat filling up with warm thick blood, ironic isn't it? To die by choking on your own blood. When her insides couldn't hold the blood anymore it started coming out of her nose, slowly dripping from sides of her face, staining her hair and beautiful sheets, she purchased just recently. Olivia coughed, not having any other choice, she swallowed the blood that was dripping inside of her neck. "Fuck you" she murmured.
William shook his head. "I was thinking about what I'm going to do with you, and I think I've found the perfect thing." He cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed it. Olivia was looking at him touching her, the disgust and anger on her face could kill. All this time she thought how could I let my guard down, I'm a damn cop. And now what, am I going to be a victim? No. She hated feeling like a victim and everyone knew that. It was always the [I'm fine's] and [Don't worry's] to her colleagues.
He then pulled her shirt up until her bra was visible, and examined her body. Olivia looked away. It was horrible not being able to do anything about it, not even being able to fight back. Her life, her body, everything was in his hands now. Something she wasn't used to. She wanted to have things under control.
It was curvy and beautiful. William never really felt any real sexual attraction to his victims. That wasn't always what it was about. He just liked seeing his victims in pain, he wanted to destroy them physically and emotionally. That's what turned him on. But Olivia... Olivia makes him feel something so strong he never felt before. William wanted to be inside of her, to feel her tightness and warmth around his dick. He quickly shook the idea out of his head, it wasn't the time yet. He needed her to think she was getting to him with his words. He thought if Olivia would realise she's all alone in this with him, the fear would increase.
William circled his finger around her belly button and went up to her bra, ripped it off, leaving marks on the back and sides of her body. He saw her breasts bounce up and down for a few seconds and looked at her face "You do realise what's gonna happen I hope?" He asked.
Slight moan left her mouth as William tore off her bra and she looked back at his face, unbelievable he's asking her questions like that. But good let's keep talking, you idiot, Olivia thought. Before she had a chance to say anything, she heard a car honking and then her eyes followed William walking towards the window. That's it, she thought. Her team is here and he's fucked. They're going to rescue her and he is going to rot in prison.
William looked down at the street. A man gave him a thumbs up, and when William returned it, the man ran off. He smirked. Expect the unexpected, officer... He thought.
Olivia's thoughts got interrupted with William suddenly above her again, pulling her shirt down and sticking strong tape on her mouth. "Don't you da-" she couldn't finish the sentence anymore and murmured the rest against the tape. Is he seriously gonna try and escape with her? That's what she thought, that he's escaping because her team was waiting downstairs. Little did she know...
God, this woman was difficult to handle. William walked to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of cloth he had put there before just in case he'd need it.
When William came back from kitchen, all she could think about was her gun lying on the kitchen counter. Olivia imagined shooting his brains out. She saw him walking towards her with a piece of fabric. What the hell is that supposed to be?
William put it against her nose. Ah right, Olivia thought. Fucking asshole. She refused to faint. You need to have really strong will to refuse something so natural for your body. She moved her body side to side, trying to get his hand off.
After quite a struggle he saw her body weaken. Olivia had no chance and even her will eventually had to surrender to her body and she fainted.
"Let's go on a trip, princess." William whispered.