Excess
Part 7
Rated: R
Author's Note: Thank you all for continuing to read my story! I love the reviews and I'm going to write more! WOO! Okay here comes the next part! Prepare to be WOWED…or not it's probably going to suck. LoL! Also sorry for the delay but I hit a little writer's block but it's all coming to me now.
Monica jerked awake when she heard a scream come from upstairs. She didn't know if she actually fell asleep or if she had passed out from pain, but in any case she had made no progress with calling for help. The thing was, to dial out she would need a four digit code. She tried just dialing 911 but that was blocked without the code. She had started randomly punching numbers in and finally gave up and started with, 1111, then 1112, then 1113, and so on. Falling asleep, or passing out, made her lose track of where she was and it didn't matter anyway because she knew that the system would take longer to work then the time that Krista, Elliot, and Olivia actually had. She rubbed her eyes and decided she was going to get nowhere with the phone so she reached up and sat it back up on the desk where it was before. She thought about trying the computer but then it dawned on her there would be passwords out the ass on there too.
When Olivia didn't say anything about James Lovint or Lovett, she still wasn't clear on the name, her eyes did show a hint of desperation and maybe even fear. Whoever this guy was he was bad and although she knew nothing about him she could tell by Olivia's body language that they were all in a hell of a lot of trouble. She heard another scream, which she was sure was Olivia's, and decided that they were all busy upstairs so she was going to make a move. She had to find some sort of weapon, maybe the backpack with the gun or barring that, a knife. She could slash someone's ankles just like they had slashed hers. She began to crawl from her place behind the desk slowly and prayed that the movement wouldn't cause her enough pain to make her pass out again.
She made her way to the door and decided it would be easier if she would just stand up, walk right, and fight through the pain. She would be able to move faster and hide quicker when it came down to it. She took a deep breath and forced herself to her feet. She closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip, the pain was terrible, but she took a step anyway, then another and another. She worried about doing even more damage to her ankles, and she worried about them bleeding even more then they already were but this was for the best. She slipped out of the office and as quick as she could she made her way into the kitchen. She started to look around for a weapon. More then anything she wanted to go upstairs and help Olivia and Elliot but it would be pointless to barge in there without some sort of defense. She found that the more she walked the less pain there was, she guessed it had to do with adrenaline and survival mode. She had written about this kind of motivation many times in many books but she never thought she'd actually experience it.
Just as she was passing the door to the basement she heard a terrible scream, it was Krista and she knew it. She must still be in the basement, but why was she screaming? She heard her crying Elliot's name, and screaming for help and it nearly broke her heart. She ignored it for the moment and went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from one of the counters. She went back to the basement door and placed her ear next to the wood. She could hear clawing at the door along with the desperate cries, Krista was probably sitting right up next to the door.
"Krista?" Monica said softly hoping that she was loud enough for her to hear. There was silence next and Monica took in a sharp breath.
"Moni?" Krista replied after another minute of nothing, "Moni is that you? You're alive?"
"Yes baby I'm alive but they don't know so I'm going to have to leave okay? But I'm not leaving for good okay? Okay?" She replied putting her hand on the door where the sound of Krista's voice was resonating from. There was some soft sniffles and then a whimper, but she guessed that Krista was probably nodding. "Are you okay?" She didn't like the amount of times she was saying "okay" but for some reason that was the only word that was coming out without a tremor behind it.
"They cut me up pretty bad Moni….you'll hate me when you see me." Krista replied in a shaky but calmer voice, "Can you open the door?" Monica sighed and reached up and tried the door knob but it wouldn't turn in any direction.
"No I can't," Monica replied wishing more then anything that she could open the door and hold Krista in her arms, "But no matter what they did to you, and no matter what you look like, I'm still going to love you more then anything in the world, I promise." She really meant that too, she was in love with Krista. Krista might not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer but she was kind and funny and didn't give a rats ass about what people thought about their relationship. When they first started going out the press was all over it, saying that Krista only wanted to fuck her way to the top, but it had been a year and Krista showed no sign of wanting to be without her.
"I love you Monica, I love you so much." Krista sobbed into the door, Monica bit her bottom lip and took in another sharp breath. Just hearing those words gave her the strength she needed to do exactly what she had to do, and that was save them all. She trailed her hand down the door and slipped it under the crack. After a moment she felt Krista's fingertips on hers, that was as much contact as they were going to get but once again it was enough.
"I love you too," Monica said into the door trying not to cry harder then she already was, she didn't want to scare Krista, "I have to go hide now and wait for the right moment. Whatever you do, don't tell anyone I'm alive okay? No one can know."
"Not even Liv and El?" Krista sniffled she seemed to be calming down quite a bit, "They didn't tell me you were dead or anything but I knew when Liv told me you were back with the car she was lying. What did they do to you Moni? Are you hurt?"
"You can tell Olivia and Elliot just make sure that James and Liz don't know, and yes I am hurt but not bad. I'm leaving now but god willing I will see you in a very short period of time." Monica's fingers brushed Krista's, "I love you Krista."
"I love you Monica." She whispered back and Monica moved her hand away and stood up, her ankles were now numb and she knew that they would be killing her once she actually had the time to stop and rest but for now she had to keep moving.
James got up from his spot on the floor and slowly moved the gun away from Olivia and towards Elliot's head. Liz finally got to her feet and walked over to Olivia and picked up the pliers from the floor. Fresh blood was still dripping off of the tool, and Liz looked absolutely pissed. She unfastened the restraint on Olivia's injured hand and grabbed her wrist. She looked at Elliot who was having in internal fight going on in his head. He could stop Liz, push James out of the way and help Olivia but he didn't have the gun and he knew it only took a fraction of a second to pull the trigger and injure or even kill him. Liz looked at Elliot and savagely ripped one of the three remaining fingernails from Olivia's already injured hand. Olivia screamed with pain and wrenched her hand away.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Olivia screamed at Liz and then looked at James. He glared back at her and stood up, pulling Elliot up to his feet too. Neither of them answered and Liz ripped out her pinkie nail. Olivia screamed again, although she was getting quite used to the pain. Her hand was actually starting to tingle a little.
"Leave her alone." Elliot said calmly, and Olivia knew from the sound of his voice that he was silently breaking up inside. "Please." Liz looked at him and then placed the pliers to Olivia's last remaining nail, the one on the thumb. Olivia had a feeling that this one would hurt the most, no wonder she was saving it for last.
"You fucked up, Elliot, you tried to kill me, you should be thanking god that I'm not strangling her right now. Although…"
"Liz! Finish what you're doing and take Elliot back to the basement. I'll take care of her end of the punishment." James said sternly, like he was talking to a child. Could Liz actually be his daughter? Olivia mulled that over in her head and found that it sort of made sense, but what father would want to watch his daughter rape a man? She shook her head slightly as she remembered that these people weren't normal, who knew what kind of fun family activities they did. Liz glared at James and pulled off Olivia's nail. Olivia screamed again and tried as hard as she could not to start crying. It wasn't the pain that made her want to cry it was the humiliation, the fear, and the way they were treating Elliot. Although he was breaking down he was doing a good job of not letting is show, but since he was past the point of shouting she knew that he was close to his wit's end. Liz let Olivia's hand drop and then fastened the restraint around her wrist again. She walked over to James, grabbed the gun from his hand and trained it on him.
"Let's go."
"No, I'm not leaving her." Elliot said even though all the passion in his voice was completely gone, "Do what you want to me, just let her go." He looked at Liz and she smiled at him slightly and grabbed his arm. She pulled him towards the door and opened it and shoved him into the hallway, to Olivia it didn't look like he was putting up one ounce of resistance. He looked over his shoulder at her and shrugged slightly and kept walking into the hall, of his own accord. Liz turned and smiled wickedly at Olivia before stepping out behind Elliot and shutting the door.
"Here's the deal my sweet Olivia," James said as he rustled through a cabinet behind Olivia's back. She turned her head to see what he was doing but the chair blocked her view. He came back with some bandages and gauze, most likely for her bleeding hand. He got down next to her and started to bandage each finger carefully and expertly, "Krista's fate is sealed, she will die tonight. You can't change it I already discussed this with Liz, what you can change however is Elliot's fate. If you do what I ask of you without hesitation, then Elliot will live another day. Is that completely understood?" Olivia looked at him, at this point it was getting very hard for her not to just break down and sob, she was using every bit of strength she had in her to keep calm even though a few tears escaped now and then.
"Alright…what do I have to do?" She whispered and then bit her bottom lip, she knew by the look in his eyes that she didn't just agree to do something that she would like.
