Bring Me To Life

Part 6

Rated R

Caution: There might be a slight mention of necrophilia but don't worry there is NO NECROPHILIA in this story…just a hint of it possibly happening.

Author's Note: I've been on vacation for quite some time that's why I haven't continued this but I doubt anyone is still reading anyway. If you are still there and are still reading PLEASE let me know and I'll continue. The best way to do that is to review my newest chapter. Thank you.

Monica woke up with a loud gasping breath, her eyes opened wide and she looked around in fear. For a moment she was positive that she was in hell but after a few more breaths she realized that she was alive. She was looking up into the pre morning sky, which was orange and purple, the stars were slowly starting to fade and the trees wafted softly in the slight breeze. She was wet from the dew that had beaded on her skin and she slowly sat up. Her shoulder hurt immensely and she brought her hand up to it and poked it gently. She nearly screamed at the pain she had just caused herself but as far as she could tell the bullet that she had been hit with was lodged into the bone. She looked down to the towels that Olivia had tied tightly around her ankles and amazingly enough the bleeding had stopped, but she didn't think she could stand.

She moved until she was on her hands and knees and started to crawl towards the house. They had dropped her body in a near by clearing without even bothering to make sure she was dead. She thought it odd that two former doctors wouldn't take her vitals, but then she wondered if they just left her for dead figuring that the elements would finish her off. When she got to the outer wall she pressed her back against it, mimicking what she had seen Olivia do when she knocked on the door only hours before. She crawled under the first window on the side of the house and slowly lifted her head to look in. The light was off and she couldn't see anyone in there. She breathed a sigh of relief and crawled to the second window. She was amazed that she couldn't even really feel the pain in her body any more, her main focus was getting help.

She crawled around the corner and towards the front door, she crawled up the small step that was in front of the door and pressed her back against the wood and took in a few deep breaths. "Okay if they left the front door open they are idiots and probably have a phone, if it's locked I'll just crawl back to the car, light a few flares and hope for the best." She muttered to herself, she didn't know why but hearing a voice, even though it was her own, was rather comforting. She took in another breath and reached her hand up and tried the knob. She tried it one way and it didn't budge, then she tried it the other way and it gave in and opened up. The door swung open and since her back was pressed against it she fell backwards into the house.

All of the lights were off and she found herself in the kitchen but she didn't see a phone anywhere. She cursed under her breath and started to crawl inside. Once she was in she shut the door behind her quietly and began to crawl towards the hallway where she saw three different doors. She knew that the one on the left led into the basement, one of the ones on the right was the bathroom, but she didn't know what the third one was. She crawled to the one farthest from her and reached up and opened it slowly. She peeked inside, she was in luck. The room was an office with a large oak desk, a computer, and a phone on the end. She smiled and shut the door behind her and crawled to the desk. She looked under it and sighed, she knew it would be way to obvious if she hid under the desk. She looked behind the desk where there was maybe a foot and a half of room before reaching the window. She took in a deep breath, thanked god for making her so skinny, and slipped behind it. Once she was there she reached up, grabbed the phone, and pulled it down with her…finally she was going to get them some help.

Olivia woke from her fitful, dreamless, sleep as the light spilled in through the small windows near the basement ceiling. She looked down at Krista who had her eyes open and was crying silent tears. Olivia knew she must be in pain and now that the light was coming in she could tell that all of the cuts on Krista's body had been sewn up with nothing more then a common sewing needle and a thin string. If they didn't get infected they would surely scar and when, not if, they got out of there the string would have to be removed and then the wounds stitched a second time. She turned her gaze to Elliot who had his eyes open and was staring out of the window but not really seeing anything. She desperately wanted to know what had happened to him upstairs but no matter what tactic she had tried he avoided all answers.

The door to the basement opened and Liz and James appeared at the top of the steps, they were talking in a hushed tone almost like they were arguing about something. Olivia couldn't hear what they were saying but both of them looked more then pissed. Olivia shook Elliot gently to get his attention and after another moment he turned and looked in her direction. She motioned to Liz and James as they started to come down the stairs. The two continued to argue for another moment before James finally nodded his head and walked over to Olivia and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to her feet and she blinked a few times and pulled her arm away from his hand.

"Don't touch me." She growled at him and rubbed the place on her arm that he had just touched. He glared at her and raised his hand to hit her when Elliot stood up lightening fast and grabbed his wrist tightly. Seeing this, Liz immediately pulled her gun and aimed it at Krista who had fallen to the floor due to Elliot's sudden movement. Krista noticed this and cried out and scrambled to Elliot's leg and hugged it tightly, almost as if she didn't care that she had a gun trained on her.

"You don't even THINK about hurting her," Elliot growled at James, still holding his wrist in a death grip, "Do whatever you want to me but leave Olivia the fuck alone, you understand that?" He looked deep into James's eyes to show that he was not kidding. James glanced at Liz and in a swift motion she clicked the safety off of the gun and inched it closer to Krista's head. Elliot glared at him for another moment and then let go of his arm, he didn't want Krista to be shot it was bad enough that they had already lost Monica.

"What do you want with me?" Olivia asked slowly and then looked to Elliot, his eyes were crazy and it was clear that at this point he didn't care what they did to him. She swallowed hard and turned back to James who smiled.

"After much discussion we decided we want both of you…together." Liz informed them and then just to be cruel she kicked Krista in her back, connecting with the poorly stitched cut on her lower back. Krista screamed and dug her nails into Elliot's leg. Elliot didn't even flinch at the pain her nails were causing. "Krista stays here."

"NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!" Krista screamed and dug her nails into Elliot's leg even deeper. Liz rolled her eyes and kicked Krista again, harder this time, once more connecting with the wound on her back. Krista let go of Elliot and fell to the floor, gagging and retching from the pain. Liz grabbed his arm and pulled him forward and away from Krista's reach. Krista screamed and tried to crawl after him. Liz glared down at her and kicked her in the stomach and when she fell again and curled up Liz kicked her in the back a third time. Krista started to cry and scream at the same time, but she was incapacitated for the moment. It happened so fast that Elliot barely had time to defend Krista, but when she fell passed out on the floor he got down next to her.

"Krista?" He shook her gently and then glared at Liz, how could someone be so cruel? She was still breathing so that was a good sign but her breathing was weak, it seemed like she was giving up. Maybe she knew in her heart that Monica was dead and not coming back. Liz grabbed Elliot's arm and pulled him back up so he was standing.

"She'll be fine, lets go." Liz demanded and then pulled him towards the stairs, he wrenched his arm away from her and looked at Olivia and then started to follow her. They were led up the stairs and towards the bedroom that Elliot had been in before. When Liz opened the door Elliot instinctively took two steps back and succeeded in stepping on Olivia's foot. She hissed in a breath of pain but didn't say anything, she was more curious as to why he would have such a reaction. "In…now…don't make me tell you twice." Liz said and then shoved Elliot into the room in a surprising show of strength. Elliot stumbled forward and then regained his balance and walked into the room. He went to the fireplace and folded his arms over his chest and glared at Liz. There was a chair set up in the room to the right side of the bed, it had arm and leg restraints attached to it. James grabbed Olivia's arm and forced her over to the chair until she was sitting in it.

"What's the point of all this?" Olivia asked as she looked around the room. Elliot was getting the feeling that he knew what was going to happen but he didn't say anything, part of him felt humiliated already. James didn't answer, neither did Liz, but they looked at each other and nodded. They wanted both of them in there for a reason, if one was to be tortured in front of the other then it would be double pain for the both of them. She let him restrain her only because she knew Liz had a gun, and Krista was still locked in the basement. Liz aimed the gun at Olivia's head and looked at Elliot with a grin on her face and also in her eyes.

"Strip my pet." Liz said to Elliot almost as if she was talking to a sexy toy, knowing Olivia was in the room he decided to put up more of a fight then if she wasn't there. He glared down at Liz, clenched his teeth, and shook his head slightly.

"You aren't doing this to me, not this time, and not in front of her." Elliot growled softly, thinking that Olivia couldn't hear him…but he was wrong.

"Elliot what's going on here?" Olivia asked and then started to struggle just slightly. Liz turned and tossed the gun to James who caught it expertly and then jammed it into Olivia's throat. She tried to move out of the way but in her current condition she could do practically nothing.

"I'll shoot her just like Liz shot Monica you need to know that we don't give a fuck, and there are so many nice things I could do…" James leaned in and purred in Olivia's ear, "With her beautiful dead body…"

"YOU ARE SICK!" Elliot lunged at James when Liz stuck her foot out at just the right moment, tripping Elliot and sending him head first into the hardwood floor. He hit his head really hard, he was not expecting for anything like that to happen. He groaned and rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He blinked a few times to try and focus when a double vision of Liz came into view, looking down on him. "Fuck you both."

"Get up or I'll make this SO much worse for you then it already is." Liz got down and growled into his ear. He took in a deep breath and tried to focus his eyes, all he really wanted to do was go to sleep but he knew that couldn't be good, especially not with a head injury. He pushed himself to his feet, he had definitely been through worse pain and been able to push through it, this was nothing. He looked towards Olivia, who he also saw two of, and watched as James moved the gun away from her throat.

"Alright I'll do what you want." He said and then pulled off his bloody shirt for the second time. James laughed and tossed the gun back to Liz, who caught it one handed and smiled at Olivia. Olivia bit her bottom lip and tried to pretend like she didn't care that Elliot had just gotten hurt, or that he was slowly getting naked.

"Good because I already have to hurt Liv here for your insubordination." James said and then seemingly from out of nowhere produced a pair of pliers. Olivia turned her head and saw them and instinctively shut her mouth thinking that the first thing he would go for was her teeth. He didn't go there, instead he lowered the tool to her index finger nail. Elliot's vision was still blurred but starting to clear up and it slowly dawned on him what was going to happen.

"Don't…" Olivia said and then clenched her hand into a fist, "Please…"

"It's either this or your teeth and I wouldn't want to ruin your pretty smile." James said, he then curled his hand into a fist and brought it down as hard as he could on top of Olivia's balled up hand. She cried out in pain and instantly stretched her fingers back out.

"STOP! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!" Elliot moved to get over to Olivia but with lightening fast reflexes Liz put the gun to his head. He glared daggers at her but didn't move from the spot where he was standing. He was pretty sure that neither Liz nor James had any qualms about killing one of them, it would ruin the survivor…break them.

"Yeah, but you did and you must learn that your mistakes are her mistakes." James said and grabbed the index finger nail with the pliers. Olivia looked at Elliot and bit her bottom lip, she knew it was going to hurt but she couldn't let him see how much. She closed her eyes and a tear spilled down her cheek as she braced herself. Elliot turned his head in disgust and seconds later the nail was off of Olivia's finger, and she let out a scream that chilled him right down to the bone. Elliot didn't think the scream was all because of the pain, it was mixed in with terror and frustration. Terror that she couldn't stop this from happening, and frustration of knowing she could do nothing.

"Continue undressing…you've seen what happens if you don't listen." Liz said and then motioned to Olivia who had tears involuntarily streaming down her face due to the pain in her finger. Elliot turned and glared at Liz and then unzipped his pants and slid them off slowly. "…and the rest…NOW!" Elliot looked her over, she was once again in her black leather dress and knee high boots and he guessed she wasn't wearing panties under it either. No she wouldn't want to humiliate herself by getting completely undressed. Olivia sniffed back some tears and watched, her mind was very far away from realizing what was about to happen. Liz made a sound to get James's attention and tossed him the gun, he caught it and winked at her.

Elliot slid off his boxers and sat down on the bed with his back to Olivia. Olivia looked down at her hand, it hurt less now but it was stinging a little and at least the bleeding seemed to slow as long as she wasn't tensing her arm. She looked back to Elliot and Liz and her eyes went wide, although she couldn't exactly see what she was doing to him, the movement of her arm made it clear enough. She was stroking him, that much was clear, and Elliot's hands clutched at the covers on the bed. Liz put her hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed, now his arousal was apparent and Olivia found herself getting mad. Her hands clenched into fists, she felt the blood pouring out of her finger. She closed her eyes and had to remind herself several times that with proper stimulation any man can get aroused against his will, it didn't mean that Elliot was actually enjoying this, but part of her was hating him for it. She closed her eyes and looked away. Seconds later another fingernail was ripped from her finger and she screamed out in pain and her eyes snapped open and she glared at James.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" She screamed at him now she was just angry, angry at Elliot, angry at James, angry at Liz.

"You look away and I do it again, I'm sure watching this is more detrimental to your psyche then the actual removing of your fingernails." James said to her and he was absolutely right. She swallowed hard; after all she only had ten fingernails, and ten toe nails, but what if he started pulling teeth? She didn't want that. She gritted her teeth and turned her gaze back to Elliot and Liz. Suddenly her anger changed, she wasn't mad at Elliot any more, but she was enraged at Liz. What she was doing to him must have been so incredibly humiliating. She couldn't imagine what was going through Elliot's head, he knew that if he made one wrong move she would be hurt, he had to do everything right.

"Please make her stop," Olivia whispered just as Liz was starting to ride him, "Please I'll do anything you want." James looked at her but she didn't break her gaze from what was going on with Liz and Elliot. He ran his hand over her cheek and wiped the tears away from her skin. She clasped her lips tightly together and did not move away from the touch.

"Anything?" He whispered in her ear, she felt a shiver go through her body.

"Anything, just make her stop…please..." Olivia whispered even though she knew the road she was now going down was not going to lead to anything good. She blinked a few more times, clearing the tears that were welling up in her eyes and she heard Elliot grunt. It was a soft grunt but somehow Olivia knew what it meant, he had orgasmed. She wanted to look away, she knew that as humiliating as orgasming from a rape was it was probably a million times worse with your fiancé watching. Liz climbed off of him and pulled her dress down, Olivia couldn't tell if she had gotten off on her sex act but then again she was paying more attention to Elliot then Liz.

"No sense on going back on a promise." James said and then grabbed Olivia by the throat and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She didn't kiss him back she just let him do what he wanted, Elliot came out of his own little world a moment later and started to get dressed, keeping his back towards them, he still seemed a little out of it. Finally he turned and looked at them and all hell broke loose. He let out this cry of rage, something Olivia had never heard from him before, and came at them. Liz did the only thing she could, she jumped at him and grabbed his legs and tackled him to the floor.

"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" He yelled and then turned his attention to Liz. He flipped them both over and slammed Liz's head against the floor, he then pinned her there and wrapped his hands around her throat, cutting off the scream of surprise that was about to seep from her lips. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"ELLIOT!" Olivia cried as she pulled away from James, he got mad and then pulled back and slapped her across the face. Elliot saw this and let go of Liz, leaving her gasping on the floor and came at James. James grabbed the gun from the floor by the chair and jammed it into Olivia's neck, his finger on the trigger and he didn't look like he was willing to deal.

"Calm down right now or I shoot her," James's eyes were just as wild as Elliot's, "Stay back." Olivia bit her lip and held back her tears, as hard as it was it would have been harder for him to see her break down and sob. Elliot put his hands up and took a deep breath.

"Don't shoot her…"

"SHOOT HER! SHOOT THAT LITTLE WHORE!" Liz screamed as she put her hands to her neck where Elliot had just squeezed, "SHOOT HER, GUT HER, AND FEED HIM HER BEATING HEART!"

"Liz calm down, he'll get what's coming to him make no mistake about that."