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Olivia:
"Wake up, bitch," Olivia was trying to open her eyes, but couldn't seem to muster up the energy. She was so tired. Every inch of her body was telling her it was time to stop. Stop fighting the inevitable. She had fought hard enough for who knows how long, now it was her turn to rest.
"I'm so tired," she grumbled out. She wasn't even sure if she said the words out loud. Her mouth was so dry she was finding it hard to speak. The bitter taste in her mouth from being unable to brush her teeth filling the space around her.
She remembered the first time she had to use the bathroom while being trapped. She felt around for a toilet or anything else where she could do her business, but there was no such luck. She felt discouraged and disgusted with herself when she finally couldn't hold it anymore and went to the bathroom in the corner of the small room. The entire time she was here she used the same corner to do her business. She figured it would start to smell, but she has lived in the stench so long that she was prone to it's odor.
A part of her isn't sure she wants to be found at this point. Does she really want the people who know her to see her like this? Living in such poor conditions. Probably smelling like a sewer. She ran her tongue along her teeth feeling the tartar that had built up on her pearly whites. At first she would use her nails to clean a cream colored film off of them, but as her body grew weaker she started having a harder and harder time lifting her hand to her mouth.
She knew her living conditions and her lack of hygiene wasn't her fault, but she was appalled by herself. She could just imagine the scrunched up faces of her peers. She herself couldn't imagine smelling someone in her position. She was living in her own excrements for heavens sake.
She almost felt weightless and it wasn't from how thin she was. Her mind was wondering in so many different directions that she was no longer able to concentrate on one thought long enough to process it. She felt the moisture hit her lips. She didn't open her eyes to see him give her the cool liquid, but she took what little sips her body was able to muster the energy for.
"Drink more," she heard him demand. She felt so far away from him even though he was holding the back of her head trying to force the flavorless liquid down her throat. She felt the pressure start to build up to the point she started to cough. The liquid was forcing it's way down faster than her mind could process to gulp it causing her to choke. "You aren't allowed to die, yet."
Yet. She let the word resinate within her as long as she could. It slipped her mind quickly as thoughts of dying emerged. She mentally didn't feel ready. There was so much she had yet to experience. She was supposed to get married, have a baby, have grandkids, and grow old with someone before she reached this point. She knew who she pictured that all happening with, but it wasn't something they discussed.
She then felt the firmness of his hand on her forehead.
"You're burning up," he grumbled angrily to himself. She felt him release her body back onto the hard pavement. Though, she did prefer the pavement to him. She wasn't scared of him, she wasn't scared of anything he could do to her, she was scared of his plans against Elliot. It wasn't long before she felt a cold wet cloth placed on her forehead and medicine being forced between her dry lips. She tried to clench her jaw shut. She didn't want it. When she felt her fight disipitate she allowed the man to squeeze the two pills between her teeth. The bottle had been brought back to her cracked lips in order to drop some more of the water in to help the pills slide down her throat.
Elliot:
"How many Tony Smith's can exist in one area," Elliot yelled out before kicking his chair. They had been trying to trace down the teen for a couple of days now. Most were dead ends. Elliot rubbed her hands against his eyes, hoping to relieve some of the tension from behind them. It seemed like they weren't getting any closer to finding her. He let his eyes wonder back over to the picture of her. She seemed so defenseless.
"We will find her man," Elliot felt his friends hand clasp against his shoulder.
"Will we find her before it's to late?"
Olivia:
Olivia felt a wave of nausea hit her before she began to gag. Nothing was coming up. Instead it was just dry heave after dry heave. Her body was still weak, but a part of her felt better than what she had before. When she opened her eyes she was no longer stuck in the run down windowless room. Instead she was in an actual bed with a window to her left. The walls around her were dingy and soot covered, as if she were in a building that had previously been through a fire. Only specks of the previous yellow paint made itself present. She tried to sit herself up, but the restraints that tied her to the bed made it close to impossible.
Although, she felt somewhat better she was still far to weak to fight. She was still repressed by the man who was killing her, yet wouldn't let her die. She served a purpose to a game she hadn't wanted to play. He volunteered her in order to get back at El for something. She wanted to know more. She wanted to know what he had against her partner.
Then she let her mind wonder off again. The darkness outside let her know it was night time. She stared at the moon imagining that he was staring at it too. It made her feel as if they weren't so far apart. It made her feel closer to him. She held that thought close to her heart as she let the slow and controlled breaths take over. The same breaths that lolled her back into a deep sleep.
Elliot:
"I found this in my mailbox when I got home," Elliot stated as he entered the precinct. He admired the moon the entire drive back to his apartment. He didn't want to leave the precinct. He wanted to keep searching, but the captain forced him out. He wasn't any good if he exhausted himself to point of being invaluable.
He threw down the picture of Olivia for everyone to view. It was similar to the first picture he got of her, but in this one her face had a red handprint forming on the right side of her face while her underwear was down by her ankles. Everyone in the room could feel his anger radiate off of him.
"We will head over to the building and ask for security footage from the past twenty-four hours." Munch said before grabbing his coat. He didn't want to see another picture of Olivia in a state less than ideal. While some used the photos of her to to encourage themselves to work harder and faster, he felt they were a distraction. He couldn't imagine her in so much pain and distress. The SVU team have helped so many people find their loved ones, so why couldn't the team find theirs.
Elliot watched as much avoided taking a peak at the newest picture of Olivia. Although Munch tried to act tough, he was affected just as much as the next man when it came to Olivia and her disappearance. At first he worked longer hours, spoke less about his conspiracies, and focused solely on her case. As the months passed without any information on her he would just stare at her desk. Elliot would even find a full cup of coffee on Olivia's desk from time to time. Of course Munch denied the accusations, but Elliot had caught him in the act. He just wouldn't tell Munch that.
After Munch exited the room the rest of the team examined the photo for any more clues as to where she was. Nothing. They were given just as much as they were the first time. No windows. Just Olivia illuminated by the flash of the camera.
"Elliot, we need to go through all of your past cases." Elliot looked at his Captain. "Him taking her is revenge. Both pictures of Olivia have been left for you. He is getting back at you for something. Now we just need to know what that is."
Olivia:
"You should have seen his face when he found the picture of you in his mailbox. I was right. He was fuming at the fact your panties were down around those delicate ankles of yours. If only you would open those brown eyes of yours. I have video surveillance of him if you want to see him. You have been saying his name in your sleep again," she felt his hand caress her face, "it will all be over soon Olivia. I'm sorry I had to include you into this. He took her away from me, so I took you away from him."