A/N - Just an update, I definitely plan to update the vision sequel, it's just that that story takes a little more time to be woven together coherently so I plan to do it at the end of my semester when I have a bit more free time.

Camilla burst into Olivia's room with two Louis Vuitton suitcases.

"You're going to Sicily, you need to pack?"

"I'm going where?"

"To Sicily," Camilla repeated.

"Why?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I'm not packing anything," Olivia said.

"You are so difficult," Camilla complained to herself.

"Sorry, I'm not an agreeable hostage," Olivia griped. "It must be so inconvenient for you- oh my."

"Sorry you're not an agreeable hostage? There's a man in the basement, inches away from death and you're getting spa days and that blows my mind. I don't know why he's treating you differently or why he even gives you his attention."

Olivia shrugged slightly, picking up on Camilla's tone, "you're jealous?"

"I've seen a lot of women come and go and yet I'm the one who's lasted for 4 years. What do I have to be jealous of?"

"You want him?" Olivia said mostly to herself. "don't worry, you can have that megalomaniac, I'll hopefully be far away from you and him soon. No offense."

Camilla rolled her eyes and began throwing clothes into the empty suitcase. The clothes looked like they had been laundered.

Olivia plopped down on the bed then seconds later there was a knock on the door and one of the helpers walked in with a tray of food and placed it on the bed.

"Enjoy," she said with a smile.

She was an older woman, with gray and black pulled into a bun.

"Thank you," Olivia said softly.

The woman nodded and left.

Olivia pulled the tray over and began eating the tapas served to her. It was octopus with creamy potatoes and salmon croquettes.

Fitz was down in the basement with his group of men behind him. It was later in the night and after all they'd done to him during the day, Fitz didn't expect him to live through the night. "We don't really have any more use for him right?" Jake said, "just kill him."

Fitz shrugged. "I guess you're right." He said reluctantly, "I just feel like he knows more."

Jake's cell rang and he pulled it from his pocket and stepped away to speak.

He pulled the pistol from the holster in the back of his waist and pointed it to the man's chest and shot one single bullet into his chest cavity. The man wailed in pain and groaned as he held his chest.

"Let's make him bleed out," Fitz said, wanting his painful death to be prolonged.

"Oh shit," Jake said, "he knows where the drop is gonna be. Fuck. fuck."

"What?" Fitz said.

"Benny just called, he knows where the drop is gonna be. It's in two days, if we don't get it from him we're not getting it at all."

"You tell me that after I shot him," Fitz said angrily, "fuck." He looked over at the man who now had a stream of blood leaking from his lips. His eyes were still open and he was breathing, though it sounded more like a wheeze.

"Go wake Olivia and bring her down here," Fitz ordered, then he kneeled beside the man. "You're gonna tell me where it is?"

"No-" he choked out and stammered, "fff-fuck you. I'm dying anyway."

"Ffff-fuck me," Fitz mocked, "we'll see about dying. I have a tiny surgeon upstairs who might put the brakes on that."

Jake walked briskly to Olivia's room and when he turned the knob to open the door, it was locked.

"What?" he said, confused. Olivia was put in that room specifically because the door couldn't be locked from the inside. He tried turning the knob again and it wouldn't open.

"Fuck," he cursed as he banged against the door. "Olivia, you better open this fucking door right now."

There was no response.

"OLIVIA!" he barked again.

Jake lifted his legs and kicked against the door as hard as he could manage. On the third try, the door flung open and the chair behind it flew back as well. Jake stormed through the room and bathroom searching for her. It was empty.

"That fucking bitch!" he barked angrily as he raced back down to the basement to Fitz.

"She's gone," Jake said.

Olivia had reached almost to the bottom of the hill before she turned back when she realized escape was pointless. It wasn't a random kidnapping, Fitz knew her. He knew where she lived, he knew where she worked, he even knew her schedule because how else would they have known to take her after a long, tiring shift at 12 in the morning.

She'd snuck her way back into the compound. A lot of the cars were gone and so she knew they knew she'd left. She walked quickly back to her room but she entered from the outside of her villa where the wall-length windows were. The moment she opened it from the outside and stepped inside her stomach twisted into a knot.

Fitz was there, sitting on her bed. He seemed calm but the look in his eyes was completely foreign to her. He looked at her as if she were his enemy. It made her want to crawl away and hide. Felix was there as well.

"I-uh-I-I went for a -w-walk," she stammered. The moment the lie passed her lips she felt her stomach turn. Now was quite an inconvenient time for her little affliction to rear its ugly head.

In an instant, Fitz flew up from the bed, and within two strides he had her against the wall with his fingers around the collar of her shirt. Her heart dropped and she felt frozen with tears in her eyes.

"I'm ss-sorry," she said shakily.

He leaned in and Olivia turned her head away from him, afraid and unsure of what would come next. He leaned closer.

She could feel his breath against her skin and though she was looking away she could feel his chest rising and falling under his black t-shirt, almost in tune with her.

She got goosebumps.

Fitz opened his mouth to speak and then abandoned the words and turned and stepped away.

"Tie her up," was all he said as he walked out.

Felix stepped towards Olivia and immediately she sprinted to the bathroom. He chased her but stopped when he saw her dash to the toilet and hunch over, regurgitating the contents of her stomach.

He stood by, waiting until she finished and rinsed out her mouth.

"Take off your jacket," he said to Olivia.

She slowly unzipped her jacket and pulled it off her arms and dropped it to the floor.

Felix folded her arms against her chest and wrapped a rope around her torso, strapping her arms to her chest.

She felt like she was in a straight jacket.

After he tied the last knot, he walked her towards the door and down the hall and sat her on the couch in the large open spaced living room.

She sat there for hours as everyone walked around busily, whispering to each other. She'd almost fallen asleep until she saw two guards hauling a black body bag across the floor. There was someone inside but she couldn't see who.

After that, she couldn't sleep. She waited and waited until a while later Felix returned. He pulled her up from the sofa.

"We leave for Sicily," he said as he walked her down the hall.

"You guys killed someone," she said, more as a thought than a question.

Felix didn't respond. When they came to the car, he helped her inside and shortly after they took off in the dead of night.

They drove for an hour and when they came to a stop they were at a private airstrip with a small jet waiting on the runway. Felix hopped out of the car first and walked to her side then helped her out and walked her up the stairs of the jet. Inside was just as extravagant as Olivia had imagined and it looked larger inside than it did outside. There were about 8 seats, with four facing each other on one side and another four on the other side of the jet in front of a partition. Behind the partition through an open door, she saw what looked like a bedroom, further back there was a bathroom. That was as far as she could see.

Felix sat her in a seat closest to the bedroom and pulled the seatbelt across her torso and locked it. She was the first person in the jet.

"What happens if I have to pee- because I think I might have to right now," Olivia said.

Jake walked in just as she said the words and the moment he saw her an angry scowl cloaked his face. He walked over to her and stopped.

"The next time you do something like that you'll have me to deal with. I don't care how easy Fitz is taking it on you."

"I'm shaking," Olivia said dryly. "You're so scary."

Felix chuckled.

Jake pointed at her face, "don't worry, I have something for you," he threatened angrily

"Take breath," Felix said.

Jake caught himself and took a breath, realizing he'd gotten angrier than intended. Jake stepped back and walked to the other side of the plane and sat down in one of the tan leather seats. He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt. Olivia began to notice certain differences between the groups of men. The Americans dressed the most casually, the Europeans wore suits most of the time she saw them. The Russians did too but they almost always wore all black. Jake and Fitz were the only Americans, apart from her.

Slowly, men trickled in, then Camilla, who smirked when she saw Olivia tied up in her seat.

Fitz was the last to enter. He sat exactly in front of her and the same angrily, dark, look on his face from hours earlier was still there. She got goosebumps again and turned her eyes to the open window to avoid his intense stare. All she could think of was the black body bag she saw being pulled down the hallway in his villa.

For the five minutes that the jet sat on the runway, she couldn't escape his glare. Every time she glanced up to see if he had turned away she was only met by his icy blue eyes.

Finally, the door was closed and the attendant for the flight came around and checked everyone's seatbelt and informed the group that they would take off within minutes.

They'd been in the air for almost ten minutes when Fitz unlocked his seat belt and stood up. He unlocked Camilla's seat belt and pulled her out of the seat and walked down the passage into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

It had to be less than a minute later that she heard choking. It was a very specific type of choking. Olivia had the urge to ask if she was okay but no one else seemed concerned about the sound they were hearing. After the sound of choking and gagging stopped, she heard moaning. The moans grew louder and louder and they were unmistakably from Camilla. Then the moans were mixed with curses and then when the moaning stopped there were only screams as she called out his name.

She didn't hear Fitz. It was almost as if he weren't there but he was there because she could hear their bodies slamming together, their skin slapping together. It happened again and then again.

When Fitz came back he plopped down on the chair and ran his hands through his moist hair to smooth it out.

He cocked his foot up on the arm rest of Olivia's chair and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, maybe 10, Camilla waddled back to her seat. She was a mess but she was smiling. Her lips were swollen and a bit red around her lips line and she had black mascara smudged under her eyes as if she were crying. Her hair was knotted but looked like she had tried to smooth it out.

"You look destroyed. I'm telling your punk ass boyfriend," Jake teased though his face didn't lighten.

"Shut up," Camilla said with a blushing smile. She was slightly out of breath and she seemed like the only person on the plane who was in a good mood.

"I have to pee," Olivia said.

Fitz opened his eyes and looked at her for the first time since he left the room. Olivia dashed her eyes away once again, she couldn't look at him, especially not now. Her cheeks felt hot. They were burning actually.

"I said I have to pee," Olivia said again, angrier this time. She felt flushed and anxious.

Fitz stared for a moment and she quickly turned away again but then she looked back he was still looking her way but only for a moment before he closed his eyes and leaned his head back again, completely ignoring her request.

"Camilla, take her," Felix said.

"Okay," Camilla said with a smile.

"You have to untie me," Olivia said.

"Camilla has two perfectly functioning hands," Felix said.

"You're joking, right?"

Jake shook his head."Do you want to piss or not?"

Olivia nodded, begrudgingly.

Camilla stood and unlocked Olivia's seatbelt. When Olivia stood she tried to flex her fingers they felt numb.

She followed Camilla down the passage. When she walked through the bedroom, she saw that the bed was a mess. She rolled her eyes and continued to the bathroom.

Camilla closed the door when Olivia stepped in; she found the buckle of Olivia's jeans and undid them then pulled them down.

"Can you wipe the seat," Olivia said, "I don't know who's dirty ass was on it."

Camilla pushed Olivia down on the seat, "just pee. I'm in a good mood and you're not gonna ruin it for me."

"I'm sure you are," Olivia said as she sat on the toilet, trying to pee. She'd sworn moments ago it was coming down, now she felt nothing.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You sounded like a baby monkey being beaten with a bat, you could have toned it down a little. No one wants to hear that."

Camilla smiled, "until you've had a long, thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you and driving you mad, hitting your spot and making your pussy leak like a faulty pipe. Until you know how rare it is to find a dick that can make you cum over and over again without taking a break. When you can feel that and not make a sound then you can tell me to shut up." Camilla smiled, "obviously you haven't felt that else you wouldn't be so shocked."

Olivia finally felt the pee come down. It felt like a relief. Then she looked up at Camilla, "can you just untie me so I can wipe my vagina. I don't know where- well I do know where your hands have been and I don't want it anywhere near my vagina."

Camilla rolled off a spool of tissue. "Stand up," she said, annoyed.

Olivia rolled her eyes and stood. Camilla roughly rubbed the tissue down Olivia's slit and threw it in the toilet.

"Oww-" Olivia complained, "my vagina is very sensitive. Be careful, you're a woman aren't you?"

As Camilla wiped Olivia felt wetness between her legs but Camilla wasn't particularly paying attention as she wiped.

When Olivia looked down in her crotch of her black panties, there was glistening fluid in the crotch. She locked her legs together, hoping Camilla wouldn't see.

"Can you just pull my pants up please," Olivia said quickly.

Camilla pulled her panties and jeans up in one swoop and then buttoned her buckle.

Olivia was annoyed and embarrassed. She realized that her vagina was still somehow both sensitive and numb from her wax so she couldn't feel the fluid pooled between her lower lips.

Camilla washed her hands and they walked back to their seats in the front of the plane. Olivia sat in her seat in front of Fitz. His eyes were still closed and his head leaned back against the headrest but he seemed too tense to be sleeping.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window and wished for sleep. It had been an exhausting day and she needed to escape.

When she woke up, the plane had just landed. Everyone was already standing and preparing to disembark. Fitz was the only other person sitting.

Her hands felt more than numb, they were painful. She tried to stretch but it was hard when she was tied up.

"Please, my arms hurt," Olivia complained.

Fitz ignored her and stood then reached over and unlocked her seatbelt and whispered to her as he leaned close, "you're perfect just the way you are."

Olivia sighed, frustrated, "please take them off."

"Felix," Fitz said,

Felix walked over and Olivia was relieved when she thought Felix was going to untie her. Instead, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and from his pocket, folded it and tied it into a gag over her lips.

She felt defeated and didn't struggle as Felix tied it on.

Moments later the co-pilot opened the door and they left the plane. They drove from the private airstrip in Palermo to the hillsides by the sea. They drove for a while until they came to a stop and Felix took her from the car. It wasn't a home like Olivia expected, it was a large glass building, like a hotel. It was built into the cliffside of the sea.

They went up a back service elevator and then Felix took her into a room, a very grande room and it had to be on the top floor of the building because she could only see the sky and the sea as she looked through the clear glass walls. The bathroom double doors were open and it was made of mostly marble floor and the shower was large and made of clear glass.

The sun was beginning to brighten the dawn sky. Now it was a mix of lighter blue and a bit of orange and small streaks of violet.

Felix sat her on the bed and she fell back on her back.

"Don't move," Felix said then he left.

She couldn't if she wanted to was what she would have yelled at him if she could. She lay waiting and almost fell asleep then she heard the sound of footsteps. Felix walked in with several bags of luggage and then Fitz walked in after.

When Olivia turned and looked she noticed that it was both her luggage and someone else's, she assumed it was Fitz's.

He pulled up the sleeve of his sweater and unhooked the silver watch on his wrist. He moved silently and slowly. Olivia watched.

He pulled off his silver chain and rings and then his sweater followed. He had a white t-shirt underneath.

Fitz walked to the bathroom and pulled the double doors closed behind him. She heard the shower and then a while later he emerged with a towel draped down his waist. He had water dripping down his chest and hair.

Olivia turned her head away, she couldn't look, especially after her embarrassing display earlier. He shuffled around a bit then she heard him leave the room. She fell asleep right after.

When Olivia woke she was in the same spot on the bed, only now the numbness in her arms had gotten worse. She couldn't stand it anymore and started crying.

It was bright out now. The sky was clear and from her spot on the bed she could see the blue sea through the clear glass windows.

Fitz heard sniffling and walked over to Olivia from across the room. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked.

"This thing where you keep crying, incessantly, has got to stop."

She sniffled and mumbled through the gag.

Fitz reached his finger under the fabric and pulled it from her lips.

Olivia took a breath. "Untie me."

"Why? So you can plaster 'help me' signs in the windows?"

"Untie me," Olivia said again.

Her large brown eyes were filled with water and he couldn't stand it.

"I can't talk to you if you're crying," Fitz said as he stepped off.

She shook her head frustrated, "I'm not crying because I'm sad. I'm crying because I'm angry."

"You're angry?" Fitz said with a chuckle as he turned around.

"-I have done everything right. For as long as I can remember I've done everything right and it's been so hard and still I find myself kidnapped by a criminal- half a world away from where I'm supposed to be." Olivia blinked away the tears and shook her head, "the fact that you just took me. You sent guys to take me like I was some-thing you had to collect. I'm guessing you did it that night because you knew I would've been tired. I'd just worked a 28 hour shift. I didn't get as much sleep as I usually would, although I don't know how you would know that part. I was at the restaurant and I kept messing up orders and dropping plates. My friend told me I should have called out but I didn't listen because I just needed to make my day longer and harder. I was stupid, and tired, and walking alone, and you took me."

"That's the way the world works Olivia. Those who can take, do. I could take you, so I did."

"And I could escape so I did."

"It was stupid to leave. I know who you are. Where were you going to go?"

"I came back, didn't I?"

"I don't care."

"I'm not going to apologize for leaving. I need to have some semblance of dignity in me if I survive you."

A sideways smile crept across his lips, "fine," he said then turned to walk away.

"You aren't going to untie me?" Olivia asked.

Fitz continued walking across the room.

Olivia felt tears coming and started crying again. "I hate you," she cried. "I hate you so much- it's too much."

He turned around and headed back after grabbing something from a table. He stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled her up by the rope around her body and opened the knife and sliced through the rope. It released immediately and Olivia fell back on the bed, feeling sweet relief.

"If you had given me 15 seconds, you could have saved yourself from all of this fucking crying," Fitz said then he leaned closer. "The way I see it you can spend your time here crying about going back to your shitty, tiring life-"

"-my life is not shitty," Olivia interjected.

Fitz ignored her and continued, "-or you can try to relax. I'm not letting you out of my sight so that means you'll be in here with me and you'll go where I go."

"I can't relax- a few days ago you were starving me. Just now you had me tied up with a rope and a gag. How am I supposed to relax when you can decide to do whatever you want with me at any time? Could you relax, if someone had that power over you."

"If I remember correctly you starved yourself for two days too."

Olivia growled angrily.

"Don't be mad, you know it's true," Fitz said casually then walked back across the room.

Olivia stood, "I'm not sleeping in a bed with you."

"The floor is fine if you want but this is what you get. When you had your own room you decided to run so now you don't get privacy and you don't get space."

She sighed, "I'm hungry," she said defeatedly.

"I'll tell one of my hotel staff to bring you food."

"It's very obnoxious of you to refer to the hotel staff as yours. They're not yours. Everything and everyone is not yours. You don't own the place, you're just a guest."

Fitz smiled again, amused. "This is my hotel, Olivia."

"What?"

"This is my hotel. I built it from scratch."

"Well," Olivia said with a gulp, "whatever, you still don't have to refer to them as your staff. It's obnoxious."

"Okay, you're annoying me now. I'll have someone who isn't my staff, bring some food for you okay?"

"Fine," Olivia said. "Can you leave then? I want to shower and I don't want you in here."

"Is this your hotel or is it my hotel?"

"You need to respect my privacy."

"If you have something I've never seen before I'll throw a dollar at it."

"No, it doesn't work like that. You're going to respect my privacy, if I'm stuck in here with you then that's the rule. Also, if you're going to sleep with someone don't do it here. It's disgusting enough to hear you on the plane, I don't need a repeat."

Fitz bent over, laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny."

"It is. It's hilarious that you think you can tell me what to do. I don't know what kind of cucks you've been around before but I'm not one of them. You don't tell me who I can fuck in my plane and you don't tell me who I can fuck in my hotel. If you want privacy, I'm sure you'll find it in the bathroom."

"Fine," Olivia said. She walked to her Louis Vuitton suitcase and pulled it to the bathroom, "but just so you know they only scream like that to make you feel better." Olivia slammed the door shut as she said the words and locked it.

Fitz chortled and shook his head. "Okay, Olivia, okay," he said to himself.