Seth walked into the locker room and upon seeing her, knew immediately that something was wrong. He headed to her concerned.

"Livi… talk to me."

He sat her down on the bench and listened to what she told him. The only thing she refrained from telling him was Beau's violent side.

"I'm sorry Livi… I wish I could say or do something to make you feel better."

"It's better off this way."

"Better off for you or for him?"

"We hardly know each other, Seth. I can't ask him to rearrange his life for me after this short amount of time."

He laughed. "You know my father asked my mother to marry him after a week of dating. He knew instantly that she was the woman he wanted to be with and make happy for the rest of his life. They've been married for 40 years. Time is irrelevant, Livi. Some people think they love for years, following the standards of time, to only realize that it was never love."

She didn't need Seth to convince her… she already knew all of that. But she knew she couldn't be selfish. Maybe in another lifetime, things could have been different for them. She shot a glance at her watch.

"I need to go."

He watched her done her doctor attitude as she stood up straight, took in a deep breath, raised her head high, straightened her coat and walked out of the locker room.

"Are you sure you're, OK?" asked Javi as he eyed Jake.

"I told you what happened, and I don't want to talk about it."

"You need a change of scenery. Let's go out tonight."

"Not tonight, OK? Maybe tomorrow."

"I'll hold you to that."

When Olivia walked inside the house, she found Beau, in uniform, standing in the kitchen. She swallowed furtively and smiled at him.

He met her halfway and kissed her on the forehead.

She then headed for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"How was it?" she asked.

"Boring. I'm glad to be home."

As she closed the fridge door, she felt him place himself against her back.

"I missed you," he said as his hands reached from behind and started to undo the buttons of her blouse.

Pretending he wasn't busy undressing her she started to move away as she closed them back up, one by one.

She felt his hand grab her wrist violently and pull her back. "And where do you think you're going?"

"Beau, I've had a long day and I'm tired."

She saw the rage in his eyes, and it scared her.

"I'll be all yours tomorrow," she said showing cooperation.

He sneered. "I don't care that you've had a long and tiring day. I have those every day, you don't see me complaining, do you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "When I tell you I want you, you do as you're told."

Just as violently as he had grabbed her wrist, she forced his hand off it and started to walk away again toward the living room. "That's not how it works. I said, no and I meant it."

"What did you just say!?"

His voice neared her with every word he uttered from that sentence, and she knew he was on her heels.

She climbed the stairs hastily and crossed the mezzanine. When she reached the bedroom, whose door was wide open, he had caught up with her.

He grabbed her by putting his hands around her waist and lifted her from off the ground. She wriggled under his hold.

She then noticed the bed and she knew that he had come prepared.

"Beau, let me go!"

He walked toward the bed and threw her on it with such force, it hurt. Before she could even sit up and try to make a run for it, he was straddling over her. She tried to move, but his weight and strength paralyzed her. He grabbed her right hand and raised it and her arm. When it was in place, he tightened the handcuffs around her wrist tightly.

"Beau, please."

He ignored her as he did the same with her left hand, his hold on her wrist so strong she wasn't sure that there was any blood circulation left. He tightened the handcuff and then removed himself from her and the bed.

"Beau, uncuff me. I promise we can make love, just not like this."

He grabbed her ankles one by one and mimicked what he had done with her wrists.

"You don't call the shots around here," he said as he returned to his straddling position on top of her. He slid his hands between the two sides of her blouse, where one of the buttons was still open, and yanked it open, sending the most of buttons flying and falling to the ground. "I do!"

They had once used the handcuffs in the beginning of their relationship for fun and it had been, and she would have agreed to using them again if things had been different… but not like this, not so that he got his way.

He scooted down, lifted the tule-like fabric of her short skirt, and raised it up to her stomach, revealing her black lace tanga. With both hands, he grabbed one of the sides and ripped it open.

As he rose from the bed, undid his belt, started to unbutton, and unzip his pants, she wriggled, even though she knew it was useless.

"Beau, no. Please, don't do this."

She knew that yelling out for help was also useless, the neighboring houses were too far, no one would come to her rescue.

He placed himself over her, just as Jake had done the first time they had slept together. She looked into his eyes and saw that he had gone off to his dark side.

Still starring into his eyes, hoping that he would realize what he was about to do, she tried, if not begged, to talk him out of it.

"Beau, not like this, plea…".

His open palm clasped over her mouth before she could finish her word. He forced himself into her so roughly that a muffled yelp of pain escaped from her mouth against his hand. There had been no foreplay, no kissing, no whispering of loving words.

As he increased his pace, he grabbed the top of the headboard, giving himself more drive and momentum. She closed her eyes and gave in, fighting him, fighting it, would only make it more painful and longer.

She had studied that in Psychology in med school, even if it had pertained to rape victims. The more you fought back the more the assailant felt they needed to keep going to dominate. If you didn't fight back, sometimes, they felt they had won and it took a different turn of events in terms of violence, force and length.

After what seemed an eternity to her, she heard a deep moan rise from his throat. At first it was almost inaudible but as the seconds passed the volume increased until he exploded into her.

She felt his breath on her ear.

"Now, I'm done fucking you."

He removed himself from out and off her. He set her ankles and her wrists free and instinctively she curled up into a ball. Every part of her body was painful.

"Tomorrow, when I tell you I want you, you'll do as you're told."

She heard him walk toward the bathroom and close the door.

Life had a sick sense of humor; she thought as she recalled being in the same bed 48 hours earlier and experiencing things so differently. It was limit ironic. She wanted to crawl out of bed, grab her phone downstairs and call Jake, but she knew she couldn't. As she closed her eyes, she knew that Jake or no Jake in her life, this needed to stop. She was going to put an end to it.