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WARNING ! YOU MAY FIND THIS CHAPTER PRETTY DISTURBING !
A FRIEND IN NEED'S A FRIEND INDEED by CeliaTheThird
Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learn anything.
Chapter Two
OLIVIA BENSON'S APARTMENT
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 18
10:03 PM
The entire house kept spinning. She tried to grab the door frame as the man dragged her into her bedroom but she had no more strength, she only left bloody hand marks on the walls. She was a real mes, totally beaten up. Blood had covered her swollen black eyes, she couldn't see anything, let alone his face.
"Tell me who you are!" she moaned.
"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled.
"Let go of me!" she tried to release herself.
"You keep fighting me and I will slice that pretty neck of yours!"
And with that, the last thing she saw was one more punch and everything went black.
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He left the room to search her apartment, opening drawers, cabinets and closets. He picked up her purse and put the things he wanted in it – the rent money she stashed in a kitchen drawer and some jewelery...
Meanwhile the pain in her head brought Olivia around. Her eyelids fluttered open and she grunted. She was horrified when she saw her wrists tied to the bed and started to squirm and twist. She let out a muffled scream of frustration and teror then lowered her head, tears dripped onto the sheet under her. When she tasted the vile gag in her mouth her stomach started to turn over. She swallowed the spit that had pooled in her mouth along with the bile in her throat. She forced herself not to vomit. By the time he dropped her purse by the door and walked to the bedroom.
Next moment, he was on top of her ripping of her clothes with his knife, until her sore, aching body was completely exposed. She squirmed when he accidentally cut her skin. It was an accident but it seemed like he pleased the reaction he got, so he continued pushing the knife against her and watched her bleed. She couldn't find enough energy to fight back, tears slowly streaming down her face, she simply gave in, and he simply kept cutting her until the sweet smelling white sheets finally turned into red.
She started and jerked against her bonds as he spread her legs open and forced his way into her. Deeper and deeper he drove into her until her was finally burried completely inside of her. His hands continued roaming over her body as he slowly raped her. He snacked them underneath her and took hold of her buttocks, pulling her up to meet him each time he thrust into her. She quitted trying to fight. She knew it was useless. She collapsed on the bed and laid limp as he used her.
Over and over he drove into her, causing the most awful pain she had ever experienced. He was thrusting with increasing speed and force. She whimpered in pain each time he impailed her. The rape had now turned brutal. His hands had moved under her shoulder blades and were now gasping her shoulders. He jerked her blood covered body down each time he drove viciously into her. The pain was nearly unbearable, she cried out in response.
Faster and harder he drove into her, grunting like an animal as the violence of the attack increased. Her brow was furrowed against the pain and she grouned with each thrust of his hips. He was pounding, pounding, pounding... She was sure he had split her in two. And then she heard him groan in her ear. She felt her stomach constrict and the bile rise in her throat again as he shot a long stream of thick, hot fluids into her body. He continued stroking her insides with more and more of his disgusting filth, until finally, drained and satiated, he collapsed on top of her.
Sobs wracked her as he laid on top of her, panting in her ear. She felt him slowly softening inside of her while she wept out her anguish. Then, with a grunt, he lifted himself off of her, pulling out of her as he did. She felt her blood leak out of her, running slowly between her buttocks. The pain, shame, humiliation and revulsion she felt were overpowering.
After zipping his pants back up, he cut the ties and dragged her off of her bed into the hallway.
"Let's take a shower now, love!" he whispered in her ear.
She had nothing left. She couldn't even stand properly. She simply collapsed into his arms and unwillingly let him drag her to the bathroom. He grabbed her by the hair and, showed her face in the mirror, bloody, and told her "Look how beautiful your are, love!"
She ground her teeth with anger, staring at his face through the mirror. He threw her into the tub. She ended up laying in it, blood draining from her body. He turned on the cold water and left her there, laying in the tub nearly unconscious and bleeding.
OLIVIA BENSON'S APARTMENT
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 18
10:38 PM
Elliot Stabler got close to his partner's apartment door and put his hand up to knock it. At the moment his hand touched the door it jerked open with a squeak. At first he just stood there with a puzzled expression but then he noticed the mess in the house and the blood marks on the floor and the walls. He felt blood rush to his head, his eyes grew wide. Automaticly his hand went to his gun and he stepped inside, whispering "oh no, god please, no!" under his breath.
Friendship isn't about being there when it's convenient. It's about being there when it's not!
