She tried to ignore his pawing hands on her body. She had to think, she had to focus on how to get out of this. Olivia saw silver flash in her peripheral vision. Lewis had found her handcuffs. A wave of panic swept over her, the photos of his victims flashed through her head. Adrenaline shot through her veins. She knew what Lewis planned on doing, and she wasn't going to let it happen to her.

Lewis tugged at the gun on her hip. She had to move now, before the situation got worse. She threw her elbow backwards and heard the gun fall to her bedroom floor. Olivia spun around and threw a punch at his face.

A startled grunt escaped him. Lewis took a step back, his hand reaching up to check his nose.

Olivia drew back for a second attempt, but she was too late. Lewis had recovered in an instant. He tossed her backwards with a sling of his arm. Her teeth clicked together as her head bounced off the wall.

"Nice try, detective." Lewis snarled, fury taking root in his eyes.

No. No, he wasn't going to win, her story wouldn't end like this. Olivia clenched her teeth as Lewis pinned her against the wall. She wasn't going to let him win. Olivia snapped her knee up between his legs. Lewis howled in pain and loosened his grip. She shoved him away from her, landing another punch on his nose. The shock seemed to steal his breath, freezing him in place. She glanced at the gun on the floor behind him and decided against grabbing it. She didn't have time. She had to get out.

Olivia reached the kitchen and closed her fingers around her phone. She was almost at the door, she could make it. Her hand grazed the doorknob as Lewis rounded the corner.

"Get back here!" Lewis barked, grabbing her by the hair.

Her head snapped backwards with a cry of pain. Olivia eyed the door with gritted teeth. She was so close. She just had to loosen his grip one more time. "Let go of me!" Olivia hissed. Her hands reached up and fought against his hold on her. "Help! Help me!"

Lewis sneered and tightened his hold. "Shut up!"

She fumbled for the edge of the counter as Lewis hauled her away from the door. Her eyes darted around the kitchen. She needed a pan, a knife, a glass, anything to throw at him, but the counter was bare. "Somebody help me!" she screamed.

Lewis threw her to the ground with a growl. His boot connected with her side, sending a shockwave through her stomach.

Olivia gasped, her eyes closing in pain. She had to fight, she couldn't let him beat her. Not when she knew the cost. Her hands pushed her off the ground, but another kick to her ribs sent her falling back down. Spots darkened her vision, air escaped from her lungs. She couldn't breathe.

His boot nudged her onto her side, a vicious grin on his face. "You like to play hard to get, detective?" His fist swung towards her face. "I can do that."

Her face exploded with pain, copper filling her mouth. Her vision grew blurry. She had to get up, but her body was not cooperating. Her eyes refocused to see Lewis swinging another punch, nailing her in the eye. Olivia groaned. The room was spinning.

Lewis flipped her over on her stomach and grabbed the collar of her gray jacket. Olivia let out a strangled cry as he peeled it off her arms.

He wrenched her arms behind her and locked the handcuffs in place. He grabbed her arm, pulling her up off the floor.

Olivia closed her eyes against the spinning room, fighting to stay conscious. Her body jostled as Lewis slammed her into a chair.

"Let's get you settled in." His voice sounded distant.

Her eyes blinked open. She needed to stay alert. Lewis appeared at her side with duct tape in hand.

"No," she murmured with a sluggish groan. She had to talk with him, reason with him. She couldn't do that if duct tape covered her mouth.

Lewis tore off a strip of tape and slapped it over her lips. "That should keep you quiet." He brought the gun under her chin. "Stay."

Olivia cringed. Every insult she had thrown at him in the squad room haunted her thoughts. He would make her pay for what she did, for what she tried to do.

Her eyes followed his every movement until he disappeared into her bedroom. Something crashed to the floor, and she jumped. Olivia looked down at her crumpled jacket. It was going to be a rough night.

Her eyes lifted when Lewis walked out of her bedroom a few seconds later. He held her gun in one hand, rope and cigarettes in the other.

Her breath hitched. The pyrotechnics, the branding, the torture – Lewis described it all in the interrogation room. A foreboding sense of dread swept over Olivia.

Lewis squatted beside her and shoved the gun against her cheek. "Don't move."

He circled rope around her leg and tied a knot, securing her to the chair. He moved to her other side to secure her other leg.

Olivia took a ragged breath. She couldn't move.

Lewis stood up, a mischievous smile filling his face. "You look nervous, sweetheart."

She swallowed hard and raised her chin. If he wanted her to sweat and beg, he had another thing coming.

He walked behind her, his firm hands caressing her neck.

A shudder rippled through Olivia. She had spent her life fighting men like Lewis. Righting the wrongs that survivors endured. Now, it was her turn. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Lewis pulled her hair behind her shoulders. His warm breath grazed against her neck. "Ready for some fun, sweetheart?"

She jerked away from his touch with a strangled cry. There had to be a way out of this. Olivia twisted in the chair but a searing pain shot through her arm, freezing her movement. What was wrong with her shoulder?

Olivia jolted awake, her breath coming in short panicked gasps. She moved to sit up and was rewarded with a wave of searing pain. Olivia fell back with a whimper. Where was she? Olivia took in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. After a few seconds, her senses started to work. She could feel the rope digging into her wrists, the lumpy mattress beneath her, the cold air snaking its way over her. She took in a shaky breath and let out a cry of frustration. It wasn't a dream. Lewis had taken her.

The nightmare was happening more lately, replaying that first night. Maybe it was because she had too much time think. To analyze where she went wrong. She should have fought harder that night. She should have done something different, something more. Maybe if she had tried to get the gun...Olivia shook her head. Lewis hadn't been in enough pain to let her get the gun. Not when she had to go around him to get it. Maybe if she had hit him harder? She could have gotten to the lamp. It was plugged in though. It would have taken time to get it out. It wouldn't have mattered. She had been cocky then...untouchable, confident she could always find a way out. But that was then, back when she thought she had a choice, a say in what her life held. Before Lewis demolished her pride. Before he destroyed her heart. Maybe if that Olivia had tasted the desperation she now lived with everyday, maybe that night would have ended differently. So many maybes.

Olivia's mind played back her last conversation before coming home that night. Nick's questioning gaze had penetrated her frustration. He knew something was off with Lewis. Even in the interrogation room, he knew. She should have listened to him. Olivia wished she could talk to him one more time. Nick would remind her of who she used to be, the confident detective who never backed off a challenge. Maybe a part of that person still existed somewhere. She didn't feel like it, though. Olivia trembled in Lewis' presence. She cried all the time. Her world shattered over and over again every day. She was broken.

A clank sounded, pulling Olivia out of her head. The door opened, and twilight peaked into the room. Dread bubbled up inside her.

Lewis grunted his way into the room, his arms carrying an odd shaped bundle. Drops of sweat beaded his forehead. "I have a surprise for you, sweetheart."

A thud echoed through the room as a pile of rocks fell to the ground. Olivia grimaced. She hated surprises. They never ended well for her. She braced her foot against the mattress and grabbed the rope binding her wrists. If Lewis was going to be in the room, she did not want to be lying down. It gave him too many ideas, left her too exposed. Olivia gradually pulled herself into a sitting position, her teeth clenched with the effort it caused.

Lewis stepped back into the kitchen and reappeared with another bundle. "I'm making a fire pit."

Her stomach rolled. She still had fresh burns scattered across her thighs and chest. The thought of another round with fire made her bones ache.

"The temperature is falling. It's supposed to be in the forties tonight." Lewis huffed as he dropped his second load of rocks.

Olivia's brow furrowed. "Wait, you're building a fire pit because it's cold outside?"

He squatted on the ground and glanced over at her. "The electricity is fried."

"And?" she asked hoarsely.

"I assume you don't want to get hypothermia," he replied dryly. He started arranging the rocks in a circle, oblivious to the confusion swirling around Olivia's head.

"You're building a fire to stay warm?" Her eyes rounded, incredulous at the thought.

Lewis threw her a grin. "You know how I like the heat."

Olivia gaped at him.

"Don't look so surprised, sweetheart. It'll be below freezing in a couple of weeks. Might as well get it done." Lewis shrugged. "This place is a dump. It will take a lot of time to get the house ready for winter."

Her mouth went dry. "Winter? You want to stay here for the winter?"

"Why not? It's perfect," Lewis said proudly. "The nearest town is hours away. The house is miles off the main road, and we're surrounded by trees. After it snows, people won't even see the driveway."

Olivia swallowed a wave of nausea. She would lose her mind being held in this prison for months. "Isn't it best to keep moving?"

Lewis paused and tilted his head. "You suddenly enjoying our life on the run, sweetheart? Or do you just hate the house that much?"

Olivia scanned her foggy mind. "The house is too dirty, too old. And a fire pit can't heat this whole house."

He grinned. "Don't worry about that. I'll make sure my Baby Momma stays warm."

"I am not your baby momma," she spat out, fire lighting her eyes.

"No?" Lewis chuckled. "You're having my baby. What would you call it?"

Olivia closed her eyes and bit her lip. She wanted to tell him off, but pushing his buttons while he was making a fire would be stupid.

Lewis put the last stone in place and stood up. "That's what I thought." He walked back to the kitchen and came back with the firewood. "What are you thinking about for a name? Have any favorites?"

"I am not having this conversation with you," Olivia scoffed.

"Junior seems to stick." He ignored her protest. "We can go with Billy Junior if it's a boy."

Olivia glared daggers at him. "It will be a cold day in hell when my child is named after you."

Lewis finished arranging the firewood and brushed off his hands. His eyes travelled up her naked form, lingering in uncomfortable places. "You don't look like you're in a position to argue about much of anything, detective," he smirked.

Olivia scowled and looked away. As much as she wanted to fight him on this, he had a point. She was tied naked to a bed. The past four months proved he could make her do anything he wanted. Her words were just empty threats.

Lewis crinkled up some paper and lit it on fire. He tucked them into the firewood, an orange glow taking over the room. "There, that's done."

She glanced at the dancing flame and felt her blood pressure climb. Fire used to be comforting. A part of her knew the warmth would be a welcome addition to her life, but fire stood for other things now. Dangerous things.

"I think I deserve a thank you," Lewis said as he wiped off his forehead. "Some of the stones were hard to dig up." Sweat stained the back of his shirt, evidence of the effort involved in his task.

"A thank you?" Her eyes darted between him and the fire. "For keeping me alive?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You asked for this, Olivia. You wanted me to keep you around." His eyes bore into her. "I could have killed you, but you begged me not to. This was your choice."

"You never gave me a choice!" She cried, hatred filling her core. "You branded me in my own home and made me watch you rape innocent people. What part of that was my choice, you monster?"

Anger sparked in his eyes. "Fine. You want a choice?" He pursed his lips and walked towards her. Lewis freed her wounded arm, his lips set in a thin line. He moved towards her feet and slid them off the bed. "I'll give you a choice, sweetheart."

Olivia raised her chin. Indignation swept through her like a fire. How dare he expect a thank you after the nightmare he had made her live.

Lewis walked around to her other side and pulled her into a sitting position, her feet dangling off the mattress. He knelt down to her eye level, and his tongue touched his lips. "You can choose to either open your mouth and thank me for taking care of you, or I can tie you back down and rape you till the sun comes up."

Olivia's boldness trickled away, dismay taking its place. He couldn't mean what she thought he did.

Lewis grabbed her hair and yanked backwards. "I would think you learned your lesson last time, but if you bite me again, there's a pair of pliers in the car. I can take care of your teeth if they become a problem."

A shudder rippled through Olivia. She had walked into this. Her defiance always turned him on, gave him a hunger that only destruction could satisfy. She should have seen this coming.

Lewis tightened his hold on her scalp. "Well, baby? What's it going to be?"

Olivia's eyes implored him to change his mind, but his eyes held no mercy. They never did.

"Well?" He growled.

"Okay," her voice trembled.

"Okay what?" he asked in a patronizing tone.

"I'll open my mouth," her voice broke.

"Open your mouth for what?" Lewis wasn't going to let this go. He wanted her to know he was still in charge. He was always in charge.

"To thank you," she answered with defeat.

Satisfaction took the place of his anger, a smile creeping over his face. Lewis crashed his lips into hers with bruising force. She let out a muffled whimper.

Lewis broke the kiss and stroked her cheek. "Behave, baby girl."

Olivia cringed as he stood to his full height. His belt hit the floor, his pants following suit.

"Open up, detective."

Her eyes filled with tears. It had been weeks since Lewis made her do this. Biting him was a decision she had paid dearly for. Even so, Lewis was apprehensive enough about a repeat attempt that he had not made her go down on him since. It almost made it worth the punishment. Almost. She swallowed and opened her mouth. She didn't have the energy to fight him today.

"Good girl," Lewis praised. He tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her close. "Enjoy it. This will be the only supper you get."

Olivia balled her fists and closed her eyes. He entered her mouth, sliding against her tongue. She kept her jaw slack, reminding herself this was necessary to survive. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. In that humiliating moment, she wondered if survival ever lost its significance. Was staying alive really worth the sacrifices she paid? She didn't know anymore.

"They think they found it!" Amanda announced.

Nick's head snapped up. "Found what?"

"The last place Lewis had Liv," she dropped the iPad on his desk. "They sent over the pictures."

Fin leaned over his shoulder. "Just looking at that house gives me chills."

Nick scrolled through the photos. The faded gray house was surrounded by trees, dead leaves scattered across the porch. Wood from the porch railing had rotted away, leaving holes in the remaining chunks. It looked lit a strong wind would knock the house over.

He scrolled through the pictures and found the inside was littered with cigarettes, cans of 5Krazy, and pieces of duct tape. It was clear evidence Lewis had been there.

"Jefferson County is putting a rush on the DNA," Amanda noted. "They're running samples to be sure it was Lewis. Detective Stiles is working the case, he'll call us when there's an update."

"What? There's another wacko out there with duct tape and 5Krazy?" Fin asked with a frown.

Nick threw the iPad down. "We should be up there looking for her, not sitting here looking through pictures."

"Lewis is long gone by now. Going up there would be a waste of time. Liv needs us here, figuring out where he took her," Fin reasoned.

"We flooded the media with their pictures. Maybe we'll get a hit." Amanda sounded hopeful. "Or maybe he'll make a mistake."

Nick frowned as he looked closer at the newest picture on the iPad. "What's that on the ground?"

She exchanged worried glances with Fin. "Maybe you shouldn't look at the rest of the photos."

"Amanda," Nick sighed. "What is it?"

"It's a shirt," Amanda whispered. "They said the edges looked ragged. Like it was cut off. He also said it had some blood on it."

Nick's eyes closed. A bloody shirt that had been cut. He kept hoping Lewis wasn't a complete monster to Liv. He knew it wasn't realistic, given Lewis' history, but maybe that's how Nick stayed sane. No one in the squad room had talked about it. Not directly. It had certainly been implied, but no one wanted to bring it up. A sex crimes detective had been kidnapped by a serial rapist who tortured his victims. They knew what it meant. But still...knowing what might be happening was world's apart from seeing the pictures. The way Lewis left it...how much violence must have occurred in that place for it to look this bad. Those pictures showed the horror his partner had been living every day. It turned his stomach.

Fin reached over his shoulder and grabbed the iPad. "I'll take this, let you know if I find anything useful."

Amanda nodded. "They're checking stolen vehicle reports. A junkyard about five miles away reported a missing car. Detective Stiles is on his way over."

Fin nodded and plopped into his seat.

Nick watched Fin's face tighten as he started flipping through the remaining pictures. His partner was stuck in a living hell, and he wasn't even man enough to look at the aftermath. He put his head in his hands.

"Hey," Amanda's tone softened. "We'll find her."

"Yeah?" Nick's heated eyes looked up. "We said that months ago. Before we thought she was dead and gave up on her."

She shrugged helplessly. "His pattern was to keep his victims for a few days. We had no leads, no witnesses," her voice wavered. "We couldn't have known."

Nick shook his head. "She's my partner, Amanda."

"I know." Amanda bit her lip. "Liv's strong. She'll make it."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "She is stubborn," he relented. "Remember when we first started working SVU? She was so set in her ways. She hated us."

"We had no idea what we were doing," Amanda noted with a shake of her head.

"It was a little intense at first," he admitted. "Then things changed. I don't even know when it happened. I just looked up one day, and she was my partner. My friend." His smile faded.

"Hey, she still is." Amanda sat down on the corner of his desk.

"I keep thinking about what he's doing to her. The things he's made her do," Nick's voice trailed off.

"Liv wouldn't want you thinking about that," Amanda reasoned.

"No, she wouldn't," Nick agreed softly. "But every time I close my eyes, it's all I can see."

Amanda put a hand on his arm. "We'll get him, Nick. I'm going to go call that junkyard, see what they can tell us. Why don't you start calling the local gas stations? Maybe we can find out which direction they went."

"Yeah sure," Nick muttered. He needed to do something. He turned back to his computer as Amanda walked off. He wanted to believe her, wanted to believe they would find Olivia alive. But he wasn't so sure. Lewis had evaded them so far. He was always ten steps ahead of them. Nick felt old and tired. No one should have to work this kind of case, not ever. Not for their partner.