Chapter Three "Attempted"
The man who walked into the room was Paul Innate. He was one of Casey's clients from a case that she had worked before she came to SVU. She lost his case; she couldn't help it. He barely had one.
"Paul?" she asked. "Miss Novak, you remember me. Good, that may help you." He told her. "What do you mean? Why am I here? Paul, let me go!" she demanded. "I've been watching you, Miss Novak. Ever since my case was lost, you have been number one in my life," he said in a calm, cold voice, "You see, your car breaking down was no problem. I know where you work; it's too easy for an ex mechanic to screw up a car. I couldn't time the breakdown exactly right, so I just waited because I knew that you are too 'macho' to ask for a ride."
She shook her head and this ticked Paul off. He grabbed the bottom of the chair seat and flipped it on its back. Casey couldn't catch herself so she hit her head on the cold, cement floor. This didn't knock her out but she was very dizzy and hot. Her body weight and the chair smashed her fingers. Paul was very strong. His arm and chest muscles bulged through his clothes. He picked up the chair and apologized. "I'm sorry. It was one of my outbursts," he explained. Casey didn't buy it but played along in fear. "It's okay. Paul, please let me go." She pleaded. He shook his head and answered, " No, you did something bad to me. You stole five years of my adulthood. I believed you when you said you could help me. You lied to me." "No, I tried my hardest and I didn't mean to hurt you" "Doesn't matter." He said. With that, he left the room.
Casey fiddled with the rope that was preventing her to get up and leave. She found a loose end and sat up straight. She easily and carefully dislocated her thumb and slipped her hand from the loop. Her hands were free; now for her feet. She bent down to untie her feet when the door slammed open. As fast as she could, Casey sat up with her hands behind her. Paul stood in the doorway and looked at her strangely. She swallowed hard and chewed on her cheek. He stood up straight and hurried over to her. "I told you I was watching you. You don't think I know what you do when you're hiding something?" He yelled quickly. Paul rushed over behind Casey and when he reached his destination, she threw her hands across his face. There were now four, shallow streams of red. His hand floated to his cheek and looked at the blood on him. He pushed the chair over again but this time he went down with it. Paul's hands were suddenly around Casey's neck. She was pulling at them with all her might. There was no use; she was like a breath of wind to his constricting hands. Casey passed out within what seemed to be minutes. He didn't kill her, yet.
A/N: Not my best work yet (or maybe it is, you be the judge.) Please review me to tell me how I'm doing.
The man who walked into the room was Paul Innate. He was one of Casey's clients from a case that she had worked before she came to SVU. She lost his case; she couldn't help it. He barely had one.
"Paul?" she asked. "Miss Novak, you remember me. Good, that may help you." He told her. "What do you mean? Why am I here? Paul, let me go!" she demanded. "I've been watching you, Miss Novak. Ever since my case was lost, you have been number one in my life," he said in a calm, cold voice, "You see, your car breaking down was no problem. I know where you work; it's too easy for an ex mechanic to screw up a car. I couldn't time the breakdown exactly right, so I just waited because I knew that you are too 'macho' to ask for a ride."
She shook her head and this ticked Paul off. He grabbed the bottom of the chair seat and flipped it on its back. Casey couldn't catch herself so she hit her head on the cold, cement floor. This didn't knock her out but she was very dizzy and hot. Her body weight and the chair smashed her fingers. Paul was very strong. His arm and chest muscles bulged through his clothes. He picked up the chair and apologized. "I'm sorry. It was one of my outbursts," he explained. Casey didn't buy it but played along in fear. "It's okay. Paul, please let me go." She pleaded. He shook his head and answered, " No, you did something bad to me. You stole five years of my adulthood. I believed you when you said you could help me. You lied to me." "No, I tried my hardest and I didn't mean to hurt you" "Doesn't matter." He said. With that, he left the room.
Casey fiddled with the rope that was preventing her to get up and leave. She found a loose end and sat up straight. She easily and carefully dislocated her thumb and slipped her hand from the loop. Her hands were free; now for her feet. She bent down to untie her feet when the door slammed open. As fast as she could, Casey sat up with her hands behind her. Paul stood in the doorway and looked at her strangely. She swallowed hard and chewed on her cheek. He stood up straight and hurried over to her. "I told you I was watching you. You don't think I know what you do when you're hiding something?" He yelled quickly. Paul rushed over behind Casey and when he reached his destination, she threw her hands across his face. There were now four, shallow streams of red. His hand floated to his cheek and looked at the blood on him. He pushed the chair over again but this time he went down with it. Paul's hands were suddenly around Casey's neck. She was pulling at them with all her might. There was no use; she was like a breath of wind to his constricting hands. Casey passed out within what seemed to be minutes. He didn't kill her, yet.
A/N: Not my best work yet (or maybe it is, you be the judge.) Please review me to tell me how I'm doing.