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"What's your relationship like with Detective Stabler?" Patrick asked Olivia as he slowly paced the confines of the basement with a hunting knife in his hands.

"Why is that any of your business?" Olivia bit back. She was sitting on the little mattress in only her underwear, which Patrick had put back on her after he…raped her.

Patrick smiled as he admired the hunting knife in the little light that they had in the basement. "You'll learn. I was hoping it wouldn't take you this long, but you WILL learn." Patrick turned suddenly and tugged the knife along her calf, just barely penetrating the skin, but making it gush blood nonetheless.

"This is a Bowie knife." Patrick continued talking as if he hadn't just stabbed her. "It's I used to use when I went hunting with my father and Ryan, before you guys sent him away to be murdered."

Olivia couldn't help herself, "If you think we all did it, then why did you just take me?"

"You're a woman. It isn't your place to do things like this. You should be home with a family, kid's maybe? Or do you not want kids?" Patrick grinned evilly, knowing he had hit a nerve.

Olivia looked away from him and studied a water stain on the wall that looked like Jay Leno if you stared at it long enough.

"Look at me Olivia." Patrick ordered, putting extra emphasis on her name. Olivia forced herself to meet his gaze.

"You are SUCH a pretty girl. It's a shame really, that I have to ruin it."

"Then why are you?" Olivia whispered.

"You deserve it. Detective Stabler deserves it. He's divorced, I'm sure he has, like any other man on the planet, fantasized about you. You took away my family, so I'm going to destroy something he cares about more than his ex-wife." Patrick gently ran the blade of the enough along her cheek, not deep enough to scar.

"I think you've been through enough today…I'm going to let you be. For a little while that is. I still have some things I'd like you to do for me later." Patrick grinned once more as he kissed her lips and handed her a rag to wash her cuts with, then he walked out of the basement.

Olivia gently wiped at her stinging cheek and cleaned up her bloody leg. Then she threw the cloth across the room and cried herself into a light, fitful sleep.

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Elliot was pissed. Not just because Patrick Johnson was definitely their guy and he had disappeared, but because this is HIS fault. He was pissed at Olivia all week. She was pissed at him all week. The rest of the squad had been tip-toeing around them all week, as well. If only he had apologized or not said anything in the first place. If she died…no, he couldn't let himself think things like that.

They WILL find her. Alive. And then he will apologize and tell her how he really feels.

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Olivia woke up about three hours later to the door to the basement slamming and the locks clicking into place. Patrick came over to the bed and slapped her good cheek. Then he lightly kissed her lips.

"Good morning. Ready to do some favors for me?" Patrick chirped as he turned on the single light bulb in the room.

"No." Olivia hissed through her teeth as she tried to sit up with her hands bound together.

Patrick swore under his breath as he went over to her and hit her once again, "My Dear, you really must learn. I hate having to cause you pain, but you need to behave."

Olivia didn't answer, so he stroked her hair. Olivia flinched at his touch, which made me frown.

"Maybe more contact will help you not be so afraid of me?" Patrick unzipped his pants and proceeded to rape her again.

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"Stabler! Man, we got a lead! Patrick's dad owned a cabin in the woods up in Vermont. It was supposed to go to Ryan when daddy-o died, but since they are both dead, Patrick has it now!" Fin called as he grabbed a piece of paper from the fax machine.

"What are we waiting for?" Cragen asked as he came out of his office with his gun.

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Patrick grasped her hips so hard they bruised instantaneously. He was rough during normal sex, but during these rapes, he repeatedly slapped her and scratched her. After he was through, he zipped up his pants and tossed her an over-size sweatshirt.

"They're on their way up here now. We need to move quickly and I can't have you getting frostbite."

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Two hours later, Elliot, Munch, Fin, Cragen, and their backup all arrived at the secluded cabin in the woods. They pulled out their SIGS and burst in through the doors. But Patrick Johnson and Olivia were already gone.

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Patrick had made Olivia wear her own boots, but his sweatshirt over her underwear. She was still bleeding from almost every scratch on her. They had only been running for about ten minutes when she heard the echo of car doors being slammed behind her. Patrick froze, but quickly recovered and pushed her along harder.

"Scream and I will stab you." Patrick hissed. Olivia bit her lip and kept running through the forest.

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"Oh God…" Elliot paled when he saw all the blood on the mattress on the floor. Olivia's clothes were lying in a heap by the door.

"We got footprints, two pairs, leading out into the back woods! They're fresh too." Munch hollered down to the basement.

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Olivia heard the sounds of people running behind her. She wanted to slow down, but the fear of what Patrick would do to her if she did made her run faster. She was surprised at all the strength she had after being held captive for two days and being beaten and raped.

"Freeze!" Olivia stopped running and felt the exhaustion catch up with her. Patrick reached out and kicked her legs out from under her before he continued running. Olivia sank to the ground and winced as her blood mixed with the traces of snow and mud around her. She faintly heard Elliot's voice begging her to stay awake and look at him, but the darkness soon absorbed her.

I know you all love my cliffhangers! Really sorry about that…review!