"Olivia," Lewis said walking into the room with a sinister smile on his face. Olivia's body was half on the iron bed and half off hanging off. "What are you doing?" He asked his smirk fading and a frown replacing it.

Olivia couldn't speak since she had duct tape on her mouth, so as he started walking towards her all she could was just pull harder at her restraints. She had never hated handcuffs as much as she did right now. She could feel them ripping and digging into her skin.

"Must have fallen off," he said in a mock pout. "Here, let me help you," he growled, grabbing her by the back of her knees and flinging her onto the bed, not caring that the cuffs were tearing her skin apart. She let out a groan as the handcuffs twisted around her wrist. "Maybe we should tie your legs to the bottom so this doesn't happen again," Lewis grinned, pulling out a long piece of rope.

He grabbed each of her legs in both hands and yanked her down, the action pulling harshly at her handcuffs. She let out a muffled cry as the cuffs dug even deeper into her skin, she could feel blood running down her wrist.

As he tied her ankles to either side of the bed he would glance up at Olivia, with a look so evil, it could made her feel sick. "Oh the things that are going to happen on this bed," he purred to himself, running his hands up Olivia's exposed legs. She bucked her knee trying to get his hand off of her, but with her new restraints, it did nothing. "That's better," he chuckled, he circled the bed like an animal would circle its prey. Olivia swallowed, hard, when she felt his hands run along her stomach.

She felt her stomach muscles tighten under his touch. When she opened her eyes she immediately wish she hadn't. He was there, on top of her in a matter of seconds. "You like that?" He asked running his hand up and down her half naked frame. She closed her eyes as tears started to fill them, she turned her head to the side trying not to give him to satisfaction of her weakness.

"You are not weak!" Elliot said into the back of her neck, interrupting her story.

"Yea," she whispered, he sat there for a moment wondering if she was agreeing with him or says that she was weak. "Do you want me to continue?" She asked him, laying completely still in his arms.

"If you want to," he said kissing the back of her head.

"What happens next, is," she paused and shook her head slightly. "It's terrible, are you sure you want to hear it?"

"I will listen to anything you tell me," he assured her.

"After he." She took a deep breath. "After he finished… touching… me, he took the tape off my mouth."

"You can scream," he chuckled kissing her ear as he started pulling the tape off of her mouth. "No one can hear you all the way out here." At that confession Olivia feared that they were too far out for anyone to find her let alone hear her. This is what he was good at, hiding the victim and then getting away with it. "Scream," he whispered into her hair, but all she could was tightened her lips praying nothing got past them.

Lewis got off on a struggle, she didn't want to give him that. "Fine," he snapped, getting off of her he walked to the dresser in the room. Her body went stiff. 'Why didn't I just scream?' She asked herself knowing he was going to do something horrible now, that would scar her for life; both physically and mentally.

Her thoughts were confirmed when he pulled out a sharp hunting knife. "No, no!" She said in a whimpering cry, this was the time that she would pull her legs up to her chest but now she couldn't.

"Oh yes," he laughed flinging his hand to the side, she let out another small cry when she heard the sound the blade whipping out. Smiling he climbed over her once more, straddling her thighs. Pressing the blade to her hip bone, he was glad that he had starved her. It made his carving so much easier now that a lot of her bones were visible. "I told you to scream," he hissed, dragging the blade.

She clenched her jaw and stared blankly up at the ceiling, she felt like he was ripping her body apart from every direction. She could feel the rope burning her ankles every time she moved, her blood rushing down her wrists, the cuts on legs opening as he placed his full weight on her. But she was not going to do it. She was not going to make a single noise.

"Still think you're all that?" He asked in a chuckle, he ran the blade from the spot on her hip to the underside of her breast. But he didn't break skin this time, he just pressed hard enough to make a bright pink line.

He flattened himself over her body, leaning to one side on his elbow. He ran the blade from her cheekbone down to her jaw, to her collar bone. But she kept strong staring at the ceiling, tears silently pouring from her eyes.

"All you had to do was scream," he said simply, stopping the knife from moving any further. She hated this, she hated when he was start to get nice. When he would act like he cared. "I don't want to hurt you," he said softly attaching his lips to her pulse point, he trailed his tongue from her neck to below her ear. "I could kill you right now," he told her pressing the blade into the other side of her neck.

"Don't!" She said before she could stop herself. "Please, just stop?" She asked him, then against all goods she turned and looked at him. In the eyes. She went against everything that she has ever learned, she was on her own at this moment.

Dropping the knife so that it was resting beside her on the bed, he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her head. "Why's that sweetie?" He asked breathing against her lips.

"I can get you off," she said nodding, swallowing the bile that was starting to rise in her throat.

"Really?" He asked arching an eyebrow. Never in his life had one of his girls turn him on the way Olivia did, just her breathing did it for him. But if she wanted to do more, he wasn't going to stop her.

"I know what you like," she whispered her tongue darting out to lick her dry, cracked lips. As soon as she said it she instantly regretted going down this road. 'How could I be so stupid?' She thought to herself as she felt Lewis run his hands up her legs again.

"Why don't you show me?" He growls, sending his alcohol scented breath up her nostrils.

"Well why don't you loosen these handcuffs, or take them off," she began, her voice getting higher with fear.

"Oh, you would like that wouldn't you?" He spat, getting close to her face. He was mad now, she was trying to play him. He grabbed the knife, and was about to slide it across her chest when he felt her lips attach to his.

She couldn't believe what she had just done, she should have let him kill her. Now she's laying here, bound to the bed, and kissing him.

He dropped the knife, and placed his hands on either sides of her face. This was the best moment of his life, and he was going to take control of it. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, causing her whole body to tense up. His tongue shot to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She pulled back, letting what she had just done sink in.

'Did I just surrender?'

"No, Elliot, I can't," she cried as she jumped out of the bed, ignoring all of the pain that was coursing through her body. She knew that telling him what happened would help her heal, but right now, it felt like it was breaking her even more.

As she got out of the bed, her foot got tangled in the sheets, causing her to fall to the floor, hard. She let out a loud cry knowing she probably ripped a stitch but didn't care at the moment. She started to get back to her feet, but kept failing.

"Olivia!" Elliot shouted rushing to her side to help her up, he held her in his arms even though she was pushing away from him. He felt bad for pushing her so hard tonight.

"Elliot, I'm going to puke! Let go of me!" She cried giving him a hard shove then fleeing to the bathroom. She slammed the door closed behind her not wanting him to see her like this, and fell to the floor in front of the toilet.

A/N: Well, I can't get a hold of Ilianna sooo... I guess she has nothing to say for this chapter. Anyway, just so you all know most of this chapter was her work. She did an amazing job! We could use some ideas? Anyone wanna guess what happens next?

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