It is so difficult to write this story sometimes. I want to be kind to the readers, but I'm also a firm believer in letting the characters write the story. Given who Lewis is...it tends to get dark. That being said, this is one of the darker chapters I've written, more mental than physical.

Thank you all for your continued support and feedback. Keep it coming!

Olivia chewed her lip as she contemplated new escape ideas. Faking an injury was out. Lewis had injured her almost beyond repair multiple times, and he had never taken her to a hospital. She couldn't imagine how bad she would have to actually hurt herself in order to actually concern Lewis. Olivia's lip curled at the thought of Lewis nursing her back to health.. She had to come up with something else.

"The sandwich won't bite you."

Olivia's eyes flew to Lewis, started at his voice. "What?"

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "If looks could kill, that sandwich would be a piece of charcoal."

She looked down at the table in front of her and frowned. Was that a ham and cheese sandwich? She glanced back up at Lewis, almost expecting him to answer her silent question. Her eyes met stony ones. Lewis sat rigid against the seat. His fists were clenched. His hair was slightly ruffled and starting to grow past his ears. In that moment, their ordeal was evident in both of their faces. Each was fighting a different battle, but a battle all the same.

"Junior giving you a tough time again? Or do you just like to annoy me?" Lewis popped the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth and pushed back from the table.

Olivia eyed her uneaten sandwich. She should be licking up the leftover crumbs by now. She didn't even know how long it had been since Lewis had given her something to eat other than fruit and pop tarts. She should be relishing the opportunity to eat something new, something different. But try as she might, she couldn't will herself to pick up it up. "I'm not hungry."

Lewis sighed. "We can't keep it around forever. The sandwich has cheese on it and will go bad. You're the one who wanted food for the baby. Eat the damn sandwich."

She fought the frustration growing inside her. She couldn't even make the decision on whether or not to eat a freaking sandwich. Lewis relentlessly controlled every part of her life. She hated it. Olivia stared at the table and thought about throwing the sandwich just for spite, but a tremble coursed through her just thinking of how Lewis would react.

It was that thought that made her shaky hands reach for the sandwich. Anything to keep the monster at bay.

His shoulders relaxed. After the long day of driving, he didn't feel like fighting Olivia. He was grateful months of torture had her trembling if he so much as raised an eyebrow. She knew what he was capable of, and he was more than willing to take advantage of that knowledge.

Olivia avoided his gaze as she ate her dinner. Her mind never stopped working, the detective in her analyzing the situation for any possible out. She had to think of something.

Lewis stayed in place, leaning towards her as she ate the last bite. His eyes got dark as she swallowed, his excitement about the evening growing. "Bathroom?"

Olivia nodded her response, her stomach already queasy from eating.

Lewis motioned towards the bathroom. "Go. You have two minutes."

She gave him a startled glance, surprised that he would let her go to the bathroom alone again.

Lewis came at her with a growl and that was all the motivation she needed.

"I'm up, I'm up." Olivia quickly stood to her feet, bracing for the pain she had come to expect.

Lewis leaned against the kitchen counter and gave her another warning glare. "Ninety seconds."

Her eyes grew big as she realized he was serious. Olivia hobbled as quickly as she could, landing on the toilet as Lewis called out a forty-five second warning. Panic began to build in her as her bladder emptied far too slowly. Lewis was already calling the thirty second mark as she scrambled to pull her pants up. She felt like she was running back to the kitchen, but she knew it was slow going. Her hands pulled her to the living room wall just as Lewis called time.

Olivia followed his voice and found a dark silhouette. He had moved to the kitchen doorway. It didn't surprise her. Lewis was always there. Always watching. Always waiting for her to mess up. Which apparently, she did all the time.

Her mind raced with ways to appease him. She really had moved as fast as possible. Her injured body simply didn't work the way it used to. Olivia looked up at him, deciding it was best not to move until she could gauge his anger.

Lewis crossed his arms, taking in his victim. To the untrained eye, it would appear Olivia simply stopped moving because she was in pain. The defiant stance of her chin would imply she was ready for a fight, and her silence was evidence of her willpower. But he was not untrained. He saw the pleading in her eyes. The way she hugged the wall, expecting him to hurt her. He saw her tremble as his gaze traveled over her body, and the way her lips parted as his dark gaze made eye contact. He could get lost in her eyes. It was as if they had a dozen pleas and couldn't figure out which one to use.

"Come here."

Olivia's heart skipped a beat. "Please, I -"

"Now, Olivia," Lewis barked.

She lowered her eyes and closed them for a brief moment. Any punishment he had in mind for her pretended disobedience would not get any better if she made him come get her. Somehow, her feet understood this and started walking towards Lewis. Olivia wasn't sure how they were moving, because her brain had definitely not told them to.

Lewis didn't bother hiding his growing grin as Olivia shuffled towards him. He waited until she was within arm's reach before stepping towards her.

Olivia's eyes grew as she felt Lewis' arms close around her. "Please Lewis, I really tried," her voice broke as fear settled in her throat.

His grin broke into a full smile at how terrified she was. He had purposely given her an impossible timeframe to see what she would do. He had been working on conditioning her, and he thought it was going well. It was taking much longer than he thought, but Olivia was the definition of a fighter.

"Do you remember what happened this morning?" Lewis asked softly. His fingers traced her jawline; his face tilting as she kept her eyes lowered.

Olivia offered a quick nod. She didn't want to talk about this morning.

"Do you remember what I promised you?"

Her brow furrowed as her mind traveled back to that unfortunate turn of events. She replayed it in her head, but couldn't figure out what he could be talking about. Olivia reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his gaze, quivering at how close his face was to hers.

Lewis gave a knowing smile and tightened his hold, knowing she was about to fight. "I'll make sure you have some fun next time."

Olivia's confusion mounted. Fun? When did they ever have fun? What did Lewis even consider fun? She lowered her eyes again, unable to take his penetrating gaze for a moment longer. The only things Lewis enjoyed was torture and sex. He did rape her this morning, but…

He bit back a laugh as realization dawned in her eyes. Olivia started shaking her head, bringing her hands up to push him away. But she was no match for his grip - she never was.

"No," she pleaded as his arms tightened around her. "Please." Anything but that. She hated when Lewis did it. Rape was bad enough, but being forced to have your body betray you? Hadn't she endured enough these last few days?

Lewis leaned into his squirming victim, his breath tickling his ear. "We talked about that word, sweetheart." He kept her close, ignoring her fight. "I tell you what."

Olivia forced herself to stop panicking. His body was far too close to hers, but she had to focus. If he was about to offer any kind of bargain to get out of this, she would gladly take him up on it.

Lewis moved away enough to see her face while still keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her. "If you're a good girl, I'll forget you told me no."

Her heart skipped a beat. Those two things didn't go together. Being a good girl meant she did whatever his twisted mind came up with. It also meant she did it without a fight, which means saying "no" didn't happen. There had to be a catch.

As if on cue, Lewis let her go. She stumbled to regain her balance while avoiding the allusion she was trying to run away.

"Go to the bedroom," Lewis ordered. "Take off your clothes, and wait for me on the bed."

Olivia's hand started to tremble, her heart beating faster with each sentence he said. She wasn't getting out of anything. Lewis just wanted to play with her.

Lewis raised an eyebrow and hardened his jaw, giving her one glare that carried many dark promises.

He wasn't asking. She knew that. The latest threats swirled in her memory, but they meant little in this moment. There were always more threats. She was living with a psychopath.

She tried to go over her options. Olivia could go into her room and do as he said, or she could...do what? She couldn't run. There was nowhere to go. She couldn't fight him, either. Olivia had tried and failed too many times. So really - did she have another option?

Olivia steeled herself and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She reminded herself again, survival wasn't pretty. Survival meant just that - staying alive. And no one, absolutely no one, would ever need to know the things she had done to survive.

"Go on. I have to take a leak."

Olivia nodded again, wondering if that was all she was capable of tonight. Her feet plodded forward, and she wanted to scream at them. They were taking her the wrong way! She didn't want to go back in that room. That horrible, blood stained room that had already heard too many screams. Her feet, however, seemed to know what her brain had already figured out. This was simply the only way she could go.

Fin stared at the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be doing something. Filling out paperwork? Following up on a lead? They had a new case. Maybe?

He pushed away from his desk with a growl. "I need some food."

The Captain paused mid conversation and pointed to the holding cell. "You can put him in there, officer."

Fin watched the officers manhandle a very drunk man towards the cell, feeling very disjointed from the world.

The Captain walked over and sat down on the corner of the desk. "Wanna talk about it?"

Fin's eyes fell to his phone out of habit. It had been quiet too long. "It's been days since we had a lead on Olivia. And I'm just wasting my time on these scumbags."

"What would you do if you were with them?" The Captain asked softly.

Fin shrugged. "I don't know, but at least I'd be there. It's Olivia. We can't forget about her."

The Captain rubbed his head, feeling so tired that exhaustion seemed like an exaggeration. "I don't know what else we can do, Fin. The local police are scouring the local stores and searching for abandoned homes. They even reinstated Brian to join the task force. We're doing all we can to help Olivia, but that doesn't mean we stop helping the people here. We have a job to do."

Fin scowled, wanting to argue that no job was more important than finding Olivia. Hell, he'd quit the force if it meant he could do more to help her.

The Captain stood and tried to brush the wrinkles from his suit. "Go home, Fin. Get some sleep. Get some food. Call Amanda and see if they've found anything. But take a break."

"Liv doesn't get a break," Fin mumbled.

"Even Lewis has to sleep sometime, which again, you should also do."

Fin shook his head in disagreement and grabbed his coat. "What about you, Captain? You look worse than I do."

"The couch works fine."

Fin frowned. "In a glass office?"

The Captain shrugged. "There's always work to do."

For the first time, the fog over Fin broke and he saw the brokenness in his captain's eyes. Sometimes, he forgot there were other people in this fight too.

"Pizza or Chinese?"

The Captain yawned and shook his head.

"I'll be back with the pizza in thirty." Fin threw his jacket on and headed for the door. He started to yawn himself and made a mental note to pick up coffee with the pizza.

Olivia stared at the pile of clothes on the floor with longing. Clothes were not much of a barrier around Lewis, but they still made her feel better.

She wrapped her arms around her torso a little tighter, goosebumps already forming on her skin. It was gonna be a cold night. Olivia eyed the blanket laying beside her on the mattress, but quickly dismissed the idea. Lewis would be angry if she covered herself up.

"Look at you." Lewis whistled as he approached her. "So you do know how to listen."

Olivia stared at the ground, having no desire to see the lust in his eyes.

"Stand up."

She pushed herself to a standing position and hissed at the jolt of pain in her feet. It was taking her feet forever to heal.

Lewis walked into her peripheral vision and stopped directly in front of her.

Silence was one of his favorite games. He didn't need to say anything. His presence would terrify anyone into action. She was no exception. Olivia slowly moved her gaze upward. His bare feet came into her vision first, followed by his favorite pair of jeans. The black t-shirt was next, covered in part by the gray windbreaker he was still wearing. Her eyes continued their trek until they were paralyzed by dark eyes.

She shifted uncomfortably, aware of his eyes drinking in her naked body.

"Take my clothes off."

Olivia's eyes widened and she temporarily forgot her pain. "What?" she croaked out.

"You heard me," Lewis stated, his lips a straight line. "Be a good girl, and take off my clothes."

Be a good girl. His earlier statements suddenly made sense. Lewis hadn't give her slack for telling him no. This was his way of punishing her. It was already paralyzing to know Lewis planned to make her enjoy tonight. Now - he wanted her to touch him? Take off his clothes and pretend she wanted any part of this charade?

Olivia shook her head as Lewis closed the distance between them. "I - I can't," she stammered. She tried to move away from him, but her legs were already against the bed. There was no where for her to go. The only thing she could do was lay down, and she didn't relish the thought with Lewis towering over her.

Lewis raised an eyebrow as he came to a stop. His eyes fell to her scabbed shoulder and her scarred breasts. "You take off my clothes, or I'll get the blowtorch. Your choice, sweetheart."

Her mouth gaped open, utter panic coursing through her. The pain in her shoulder paled in comparison to her feet and her back, but she knew the immediate burning sensation too well. Her body already ached, and she didn't want anymore pain. Olivia's eyes darted around the room, sure there must be an alternative.

Lewis licked the corner of his mouth at her apparent disregard. "Really? That's your choice? Want matching burnt shoulders?"

Olivia shook her head. No, she really didn't want to meet the blowtorch tonight. As always, Lewis played with her until she was in a corner with only one way out. And from where she was standing, the way out seemed grossly unpleasant.

Lewis stood in place as Olivia took a tentative step forward. A glimmer of relief shone in his eyes to see her shaking hands reach for his jacket. He had won. Again.

He gave no comment as she pulled the sleeve off one arm, then the other. He simply kept his eyes on Olivia, feeling his satisfaction grow at the same rate redness took over her face.

Her stiff fingers dropped his coat to the floor. She had barely touched him, yet she already felt ice cold. Olivia bit her lip as she eyed his t-shirt. This was going to be awkward.

He did his best to bite back a laugh, but he knew a chuckle still rumbled in his chest. He watched her eyes dart between his shirt sleeves and the hem of the shirt, trying to figure out the best way to undress him when she couldn't even stand up straight.

After a few heartbeats of silence, Olivia reached for the hem of his t-shirt and started to pull it up. Once half of his stomach was exposed, Lewis raised his arms to allow the shirt to be taken off.

Olivia let out a sigh of relief as his t-shirt joined his jacket on the floor. Her brow crinkled at the realization. She shouldn't be relieved. Lewis had made it clear what would happen when his clothes were off. She should be taking her time, trying to delay him. The common sense inside her argued with the emotional side. This was mental torture, and she wanted it over. It didn't matter that physical torture was minutes away. She had become accustomed to it.

Lewis stayed quiet for the rest of the ordeal. He offered no help to Olivia, forcing her to ask for his cooperation. Her shaky hands pulled his belt loose and slid his pants down to his ankles. Her face wore her emotions as she softly asked him to step out of them. He only had to ask her to repeat her question four times before the tears ran down her cheeks. He was making progress.

"Only one thing left, sweetheart."

She gaped at him. "I've done all the rest."

Lewis pulled at his underwear with a warning glint in his eyes. "And you'll finish the job."

Olivia swallowed hard. She didn't know why it mattered. Lewis had killed her pride long ago. Although, maybe he hadn't. After all, why else would she be so agitated at the task in front of her?

His shoulders relaxed as his victim did just what he told her to do. He didn't know how long this compliant Olivia would last, but he sure would enjoy her while he had the chance.

She dropped his boxers to the floor like it was burning hot, wiping her hands on her thighs. Crap. She was still naked. The full force of the evening landed on her shoulders, and her whole body slumped.

"Lay down."

Her head shook automatically. Refusing her rapist came naturally.

Lewis set his jaw and stepped forward, tangling his fingers in her hair before she could protest. "I've been driving all day to get you stupid vitimans you don't even want to take!"

Olivia cringed at the anger in his voice, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.

"Do you know how bad it hurts to drive through pothole infested roads for hours when your back hurts? Do you?" his voice thundered in her ear.

She winced and reached for his wrist. If she could just ease the pressure, maybe she could think.

"You want to fight me?" Lewis roared as her fingers made contact with his.

"No," Olivia stammered. "I'm just tired."

"And you think I'm not?" His hold tightened.

"Ow!"

"If you want to fight, let's fight." Lewis pulled her into him, her bare back against his chest. "But you better remember what happens when you fight," he growled.

Olivia tried to shake her head no, but his hold was too tight.

"Well? What's it gonna be?"

His hold was unrelenting. Her heart dropped. She knew how this ended. No amount of pleading or fighting would change it. "I'll be good," she whispered.

"Again."

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as his grip pulled her neck into an awkward angle. She could feel his erection growing against her butt already. Her fight was only turning him on. Better to give in now. Maybe he would get bored. "I'll be a good girl."

His hold loosened. "Then do it."

She nodded against him, dread growing inside her like a wildfire.

Lewis stepped back and motioned to the bed in front of her.

Olivia's heart raced. She could do this. She had done this before. There were just no restraints this time. It should make her feel better, but it didn't. The Olivia Benson from four months ago would bristle at this. She wouldn't do it. She would run. She would fight.

Olivia took a step forward and reached for the bed. If only she were still that person. The mattress dipped as she sat down, and she saw Lewis moving towards her. She turned away as he climbed onto the bed beside her. She remembered the fight they had their first night here. He had told her then she'd never be the same. He was right. The very thought threatened to drown her, but Lewis had other ideas for the evening.

He laid his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down slowly. His lips landed on her cheek, his hands already exploring what he had claimed as his.

Olivia's lips started to quiver. There would be no escaping his touch tonight. No dreaming of another world. Her hand clenched the blanket beside her, anxious to feel something other than his skin.

"Eyes on me, detective." Lewis reached for her hands and pinned them above her head. "You're staying with me tonight."

Her fingers grasped the empty air, already missing the comforting blanket. She reminded herself once more, she had done this before, she had endured this before. Even still, a sob caught in her throat as his free hand moved down her body. She had learned the only thing worse than being raped was knowing it would happen again. And again. And again. And again. And no one was there to stop it.