Blessed
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: See ch1
A/N: sorry i didn't update yesterday, i had work! hope this makes up for it! besides, all it means is that u get to read for an extra day!
Victim
Olivia was still feeling the effects of the chloroform hours into her captivity. She had been falling in and out of consciousness all day.
She was in a half daze when the sound of a key in the door brought her back completely.
Stanley walked into the room holding the limp body of a girl of about 18 years old. Her long blonde hair was draped over his arm.
"Hello my darling." He cooed to Olivia. "I just thought you'd like to meet Cindy. I found her in the park. I think she'll supply some beautiful genes for my son. I mean, just look at her." He smiled. "I found her studying advanced calculus, so she'll also give him some smart genes. What do you think?" He asked.
"I think that what you are doing is sick and illegal, and when my squad gets you they'll hang you." She said. "Now, you could always let that girl go, untie me, and I'll ask for leniency." She tried to bargain. Fate had saved her, but would her good luck cost this girl hers?
Stanley laughed. "Look at you sweetheart. Ever playing the role of cop, even when you're tied to a bed. I can understand your jealousy though. Don't worry my love, before her; you'll get the pleasure of experiencing me." He gave her an air kiss, laughed, and left her alonein then room again.
Olivia made up her mind that instant. She had to get out of that room for herself, and more importantly, for that girl.
She pulled at the ropes around her wrists. She was still fuzzy from the poison, but forced her self to stay awake, and focused on the task at hand. She manipulated her fingers into the knot around the bed post. Her hands began cramping, but she worked through the debilitating pain. She had to get free.
An hour into working the knots, Olivia finally received a sign that it was working. The knot around her right wrist began to loosen. She was able to wiggle her wrist around in the loop.
She pulled at her wrist so hard that the bed post shook. Finally she felt her wrist slip out of the knot. Her right arm was free.
Her wrist was dripping with blood from the rope, but she didn't have the time to nurse her wounds. As soon as her arm was free she used it to work the knot out of the rope holding her left arm to the bed.
Olivia dug her already bleeding fingers into the knot, and grunted as she tired to untie her left arm.
With a hand to work on the knot, she managed to free her left hand in a few minutes.
As soon as her left hand slipped, bleeding, out of the knot she sat up. After forcing a wave of dizziness to pass, she moved to her ankles.
She was able to free her ankles in almost no time with both hands. When she was finally free from her restraints her hands fingers were numb and bleeding, but she didn't care. She was in cop mode, and there was an 18 year old victim that needed her help.
She leapt from the bed, and tired the door. Not to her surprise, it was locked form the outside. She went over to the window to assess her location.
She peered outside to discover that she was in the middle of a run down neighbor hood. She could tell that she was still in the city, but she couldn't tell where. Then something caught her eye.
There was a cell phone on the floor near the door. Stanley had dropped it on his last visit. With his latest victim in his arms, he hadn't even noticed he had lost it.
"Sonofabitch." Olivia mumbled. She hurried over to the phone, and methodically dialed Elliot's number.
On the roof of the precinct a cell phone rang.
Elliot didn't notice it at first because he was too deep in thought. When he finally noticed the familiar tune his hand flew to his clip.
"Stabler." He said into the receiver.
There was no answer at first.
"Hello." He said sternly.
"El, it's me." Olivia said quietly.
"Liv?" Elliot asked in shock. "Are you alright? Where are you?" He asked as he rushed back down to the bull pen. The squad would want to know that Olivia had made contact.
"I'm fine, but I don't know where I am. I'm in some room in a three story building in a crappy neighborhood." She told him.
"Did he hurt you?" Elliot asked as he entered the bullpen.
"No. I'm fine." Olivia said again. "Look, just find out what cell tower I'm on and get over here. Stanley got himself a new victim."
"Who?" Cragen mouthed.
"Liv." Elliot answered.
"Alright Liv, hang on, I'm plugging you into speaker, we're gonna record." He said. He plugged his cell into a recording device on his desk.
"Olivia, what happened?" Cragen asked as the squad huddled around the phone.
"He blitzed me on the sidewalk in front of the precinct. I woke up in some room. He told me that he wanted me to have his son. When I hold him I couldn't, he went out and found a new girl." Olivia told the squad.
"Is she in any immediate danger?" Cragen asked.
Olivia was silent for a moment.
"Liv?" Elliot called.
"I'm here." Olivia answered. "She'll be fine… as long as he doesn't have sex with me."
"What!" Elliot almost shouted.
"Liv, are you armed?" Cragen asked.
"No, bastard took my gun." Olivia answered.
"Okay, I want you to find something in the room to defend yourself with. We're gonna try to figure out what cell tower you're bouncing off of. Then we'll come get you." Cragen said into the phone.
"I know Cap. I'm not a helpless victim." She said annoyed. "That girl he has in the other room is."
"Liv, you were abducted, drugged, and now in danger of being raped. I hate to tell you, but right now, you are the victim." Elliot answered.
Olivia sighed, but cut her breath short when she heard the door again.
"Shit." She muttered into the phone.
"Liv, what's wrong?" Elliot asked, his voice filled with concern.
The door slowly opened, and Olivia froze.
"Bitch." Stanley said when he saw Olivia sitting against a wall with his phone in her hand. "Do you really think your little friends can help you now?"
Olivia was still not one hundred percent better form the chloroform, and wasn't reacting as quickly as she normally would have been.
Stanley took the occasion to get back on top. He backhanded Olivia across the face. She let out a grunt of pain as she flew across the room, and smashed into the window, breaking the glass. The phone fell from her hand.
"LIV!" Stanley heard come over the receiver.
He kicked Olivia a few times as she lay on the ground. When he was sure that she was down he walked over to his phone, and put it to his ear.
"Hello detectives." He said cockily into the device. "Good luck finding your little friend. Lemme save you some time. This is a prepaid cell, so you won't be able to trace it. Now I'm afraid that I have to go, I'm planning a pretty special night for Detective Benson and myself. Good night." He hung up his phone, and replaced it in this clip.
"You have been a bad girl." He said, kenneling in front of Olivia's body. She was fighting to catch her fleeting breath. "Now I'm going to the market to pick up some champagne and strawberries for tonight. I didn't want to have to do this." He sighed.
He walked across the room and picked up a small bottle. He poured its contents onto a cloth that he took from his pocket. He walked back over to Olivia and kenneled back down to her.
"Now please, make this easier for the both of us, and just breath in. You already know that you can't fight it." He snickered.
He held the cloth to Olivia's face. She knew that it was the chloroform again. She couldn't fight it. She felt the poison take hold, and was out in a matter of moments.
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