Warning: Someone does some distasteful things during this chapter. Please avoid this chapter if you may be uncomfortable with anything along the lines of nonconsensual assault. I do apologize for including it, but I really wanted to emphasize how twisted and horrible the killer is.
"What are you going to do about her car?" Olivia asks someone standing in the shadows.
"I'll take care of it. Tie her up and get rid of that phone," commands a woman, stepping out into the sunlight that is peeking through the office windows. Olivia digs into Maura's purse, throwing the car keys at the woman before scooping Maura up and taking her to the other room.
Maura wakes up with a terrible migraine threatening to burst out the sides of her temples. She can smell the hints of chloroform on her nose, her stomach twisting at the memory of where the smell came from.
"Maura. You're up. You know, I was hoping we would be able to spend a few more moments together before you had to find out who I am. You just had to go find Jane, didn't you?" Olivia asks as she tightens the zip ties around Maura's limbs.
"Who the hell are you?" Maura screams.
"You'll find out. I saw the way you and Jane held each other before you came and visited me, Maura. I had a feeling you would be on your way to come to end things with me. You'll have to excuse me, as I needed to take advantage of the opportunity," Olivia says as she watches Maura struggle against the restraints. "Don't worry, love. Your car will be taken care of. Your beloved detective will have no idea why you didn't show up to meet her tonight. She will probably assume you decided to choose me and are spending the night making love with me instead. She won't even look for you, she'll be blinded by her jealousy."
Before Maura can argue and say that Jane will always look for her, her voice is halted by a gag placed between her teeth.
"Don't move that pretty mouth of yours. We will need it for later," Olivia says as she traces the outline of Maura's lips. Maura shudders at the touch, sickened to know that she had allowed this woman to touch her or ever be inside of her. Olivia leaves, shutting the door behind her and Maura hears the sound of a lock being slid into place. Maura looks frantically around her, looking for an escape. She strains her neck to look outside a window, which has been taped up with a newspaper. It is hard to hear any sounds outside the window and Maura isn't sure if she can hear the fog horn of any nearby boats. The linoleum is old and worn out, while the paint in the room is chipped, and off-white. She struggles and quickly becomes exhausted from the awkward position that her arms are in. As her arms fall asleep from the lack of blood flow, so does she, and she hopes that it will all just be a nightmare when she wakes up.
Jane stares at the ground, kicking at a loose pebble. Something was off, she could feel it in her gut. Maura would be telling her how trusting her gut had no scientific basis, but she couldn't deny the way it made her feel right now. She walked in the direction of Boston Joe's, hoping that a croissant would help. Perhaps the gnawing feeling in her stomach was hunger. As soon as she smells the pastries wafting through the coffee shop, she realizes that it was not hunger at all. Her appetite is completely gone and any thought of food makes her feel nauseous. She flips open her phone, hitting the speed dial for Maura. Maura's phone goes straight to voicemail, where she hears Maura's upbeat voice politely request that the caller leave a message with details. She hangs up and tries again, with the same result. Jane knew something was wrong because Maura never missed her calls consecutively like this. She pulls up speed dial again, this time ringing Korsak.
Korsak's gruff voice answers the phone and she feels relieved that someone has finally answered.
"Jane. I'm interviewing a witness. Is it urgent?", Korsak asks, knowing that Jane would get straight to the point.
"Frost is with you, right?" Jane says, "Can you ask him to send me the last known location from Maura's cell? I have a weird feeling and I haven't heard from her in a few hours. I'm going to drive over to Maura's and take a look around".
"Sure, Jane. As soon as this interview is over, we'll come to join you. It doesn't sound like Maura to drop off the radar like that", Korsak replies. Jane is grateful for the validation and mumbles thanks. A few minutes later, her phone dings with a text from Frost.
The last known location was your apartment, Jane. No pings on any cell phone towers since then. I can't get a current reading on her location either.
Jane's heart lurches at the text and her mind races to dark thoughts before she stops herself from going down any rabbit holes. She needed to focus. Turning on her siren, she speeds all the way to Maura's. The gardeners are packing up and she runs to the head gardener, John. "Hey. John. Listen, have you seen Dr. Isles today?" she inquires.
"Hi, detective. No, ma'am. I haven't seen her since we came last week to touch up those roses. Is everything okay?" he asks with a hint of concern in his voice.
"I don't know. I've been looking for her. Any sign of her car on the premise?" Jane asks as she looks around Maura's driveway.
John wipes his hand on his khakis, the dirt leaving a handprint on the tan pants that were already full of grass stains. He shakes his head, looking to his team as they all give Jane the same answer.
"Thanks. Gotta go," Jane says as she runs back to her car. With a quick U-turn, she is headed toward her own apartment. She looks around the parking garage and without Maura's car in her usual spot, she sprints up the stairs to Olivia's. Jane knocks forcefully on the door, ignoring the look of concern that a passerby gives her. "Open up, Olivia."
Jane hears the shuffle of footsteps against the hardwood floor and Olivia opens up the door with a warm smile. "Hey, neighbor. How are you doing?"
"Where's Maura?" Jane questions.
Olivia answers her question with a look of confusion as she replies, "I'm not sure? We had plans for dinner tonight. I wasn't expecting her for another several hours though. Is Maura okay?".
Jane analyzes Olivia's face, unable to get any type of reading. "What? We had dinner plans tonight. She said she needed to do something first. Did she not contact you?" Jane's voice has become more and more raised throughout this conversation, her frustration evident as she receives zero answers.
"I'm afraid not. How can I help, Jane?" Olivia asks as she touches Jane's arm in sympathy.
Jane turns, not even looking back as she says, "Call the Boston Police Department if she contacts you."
Olivia hears the doors to the stairs slam as Jane goes back down them and leaves the complex. When she sees Jane's car pull back into the main street, she makes a call.
"The detective knows. Be careful", she says. She gathers up her supplies, excited to reunite with her dear Maura soon. Waiting 20 more minutes to ensure that she won't be followed, she drives back to the office building and parks in the underground lot to avoid any interest. When she enters the room again, Maura is seemingly asleep, the weight of her body resting against the wall. The door opens again as a tall woman with black hair walks through. The weight of her tall frame makes soft thuds on the ground and wakes Maura up.
"I hope you're up to date with your Latin, doctor" the woman sneers as she hits the side of Maura's face with a degrading pat.
Maura's hazel eyes widen but she manages to control her fear as she realizes who the woman in front of her is. She pieces the puzzle together and the conclusion is worst than she thought. "You're the prayer pose killer?" Maura asks.
"That's a bit of an under-simplification for such a complex and symbolic posture, isn't it, doctor? I was expecting more from a woman of culture," the woman responds.
"Why the fixation on that particular pose?" Maura asks, hoping to delay whatever was coming next.
The woman walks around Maura, admiring her from all angles before she crouches back down to Maura's eye level. "I appreciate you indulging me, doctor. However, a magician never reveals her secrets," she replies as she runs a blade down Maura's neck. A small nick makes Maura's skin warm, and red blood trickles down. "What phrase would you like on your cross? Are you ready to repent?"
Maura looks into the other woman's dark eyes, suddenly very aware of her own mortality. She ignores the question, instead wincing as a sudden sharp pain arises in her shoulder from her arm being held above her for hours. The woman realizes the source of her pain and smiles before she plunges a blade into Maura's shoulder. Maura keeps herself from crying out, but the inside of her cheeks are raw from where Maura bit them to prevent giving the other woman any pleasure.
"Is that better?" the woman hisses. "Is your pain diverted?".
Maura feels hot tears sting and clouds her vision but she blinks them away, insistent on staying strong. "Jane is coming", Maura says with confidence. She watches as Olivia pushes off from where she leaned on the door frame and enters the room.
"I took care of that, Maura. Your detective has no idea and the next time she sees you again, you'll be on a cross with a note just for her."
As Olivia says this sentence, Maura swallows forcefully, her throat dry and raw from screaming. The gag that was around her face was now sitting lower on her chin and she was grateful for the relief it brought to her jaw, which was previously forced open by the large gag.
"Before you die for your sins, would you like to live in lust again with Olivia?" the woman asks. "I wouldn't mind watching," she says as Olivia laughs.
"Come on Maura, it'll be fun. You can ride me with that pathetic little sense of desperation that you have whenever you're close to an orgasm", Olivia says as Maura's face twists in disgust. Olivia approaches Maura, tearing off Maura's designer dress until her underwear was all that was left. The sight of her almost naked seemed to arouse Olivia further, as Oliva uses the edge of the knife to cut Maura's bra off. The cold air hits Maura's nipples as she gasps against the unwanted feeling. Instead of pleasure, Maura is filled with dread and anxiety. The unnamed woman shifts, setting up a camera at the edge of the room and turning it on. The red blink of the camera as it records taunts Maura and she feels like she may be sick.
"Oh. I thought we could make a little tape for that detective of yours. It seems like she may be a little lost on how you should be treated. Let's show her how a dirty little slut like you should be handled, shall we?" the woman says as she holds her hand out to Olivia. "The floor is yours, ladies."