Chapter Twenty One – Hell With A Prison

Author's Note: Olivia's dream is from the episode Undercover (9x15), obviously from SVU, not Criminal Minds. This is the chapter that pushes the T rating. Like I mentioned at first, I tried not to write anything explicit. Just enough for everyone to understand what is really going on. I decided to up the rating just to be safe. If you don't want to risk it, feel free to skip the chapter (or the last half of the last section where it gets bad). It's just a dream after all.

"Katrina Rey Lewis, you are hereby sentenced to Sealview Correctional Facility."

The courtroom Olivia was standing in suddenly became deathly silent. She saw the judge wave goodbye a moment before she felt the ground beneath her feet suddenly give way. With a startled yelp she fell through the trap door into darkness.

When light returned again, a huge building loomed in front of her surrounded by a chain-link fence and barbed wire. It sent a sick, sinking feeling through Olivia, and she reached instinctively for a gun that she didn't have. Not that it would have mattered since her hands were cuffed to her waist.

She stumbled her way through the halls along with the other orange jumpsuit clad prisoners. The concrete felt like ice under her hands as she pressed them there and spread her legs for the search. As the guard's hands trailed over her body she fought down the revulsion and managed to keep her irritation in check. At least she did until she felt a hand suddenly cupping her butt.

"Someone's been working out."

With a growl, Olivia grabbed his arm and spun him around to put him in an arm lock. She felt a momentary surge of pride before everything spun uncontrollably. When she could finally determine up from down again she was sprawled on the ground. Warm blood was trickling down her right arm which still tingled and throbbed from the blow of a nightstick.

As Olivia was dragged to her feet by the prison captain, she felt uneasiness roll through her. Lowell Harris was an average looking guard. Tall, white, with green eyes and a dark mustache. Nothing about him stood out as worrisome, but still her skin crawled for a reason she didn't understand. Before she could think more on it, he'd released her arm and disappeared, leaving her in the infirmary.

Her eyes locked on the covered body on the other side of the room as the nurse bandaged her arm.

"Risa Tyler."

The name drifted softly to her, and she shivered. Risa was part of the reason Olivia was here, and she was dead. Olivia's world wavered again, the room fading and dripping down like watercolors. For a moment everything was pure white.

Sound came back before color. The quiet murmuring of voices in a confined space. When the colors formed into something recognizable, Olivia realized she was in the mess hall with all of the other inmates. The second she'd sat down she felt a hand lock around her arm. Swiveling in her seat, she spotted the guard that had grabbed her butt on entry.

"Get up, fish. You're coming with me."

A flicker of trepidation ran through her, but she refused to allow it to show. Instead she flat out refused. Before the guard could even raise a voice of protest, a cacophony of voices rang out, all demanding the same thing. What was going on that had them all in lockdown?

Olivia rode the wave of her fellow inmates. It was a wave that grew in force and number until it became an all out riot. As punches were thrown and shielded guards rushed in to break it up, Olivia was slammed into a table and cuffed. A moment later she was handed over to Harris and informed she was going to the hole.

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Morgan watched Olivia closely, but so far she seemed okay. Her heart rate had spiked a few times then slowed soon after.

"For how much she panicked, I was expecting more," he admitted.

"She seemed pretty sure she knew what would happen," Emily replied. "Maybe it just hasn't started yet?"

Morgan shrugged and turned his gaze back to Olivia. When another thought occurred to him, he once more addressed the team.

"Anyone heard of Sealview?"

When he received all negatives in response he frowned. That wasn't going to help him.

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The trek down to the hole varied immensely. Sometimes the dull stairwells were too bright even to look at. Other times they were full of shadows slowly creeping forward. Olivia had quickly realized they weren't heading to the hole. They were heading to the basement. Fear fluttered through her as she was led past a chain-link fence and various storage supplies.

When they came to a stop, Olivia spotted when had once been a white mattress, now gray with stains, resting against the wall. The entire room was dark with shadows, yet the mattress stood out clearly in a single spotlight. There was nothing she could do to get out of this mess. The walls seemed to close in on her, and all of the air rushed from her lungs. She knew the answer to the question, but she couldn't stop herself from asking.

"What do you want?"

Olivia felt her chin suddenly grasped in Harris' hand as he pressed his face almost against hers. Her skin crawled, but she was too shocked to try and pull away.

"What every guy wants, and you're going to give it to me."

The next thing she knew she was flying through the air to land on the mattress. His sudden weight bearing down on her legs when he straddled them made her scream. If there was ever a time Olivia wished the floor would open up on her like it had at the courthouse, it was now. Olivia screamed again and again until Harris' lips closed over hers in a kiss. Her lips were burning, but with her hands cuffed behind her back she could do nothing.

At first her repeated screams of "please don't" reverberated only through her head. When Harris released her lips, Olivia couldn't be sure if her screaming became audible or not. She only cared that she had somehow been pinned to the wall. Harris was pressing his body against hers. Olivia could feel how excited he was as he continued to hold his hips to hers.

There was no escape. And then she heard the click of the cuffs and the pressure on one wrist decreased. Gathering all of her strength, Olivia elbowed Harris and punched him in the face. As she took off running, the litany of "I will not be a victim" fueled her and drove her through her terror. She ducked down behind some boxes, heart pounding.

It felt like hours had passed as she waited. Suddenly she heard Harris run his nightstick along the chain-link fence. It was like a rattle snake shaking in a warning and ready to strike. A promise that he would find her, and she wouldn't like what happened when he did. Olivia couldn't see him through the darkness, but she spotted his flashlight illuminating the areas he searched. Each time he knocked over plastic chairs, shelves, or boxes Olivia flinched away. As each went down, the basement grew smaller, condensing on one location. Hers.

Suddenly he shattered the boxes she was hiding behind, revealing her in full light. Blood tricked from a cut under his left eye.

"Guess whose ass is mine now."

Olivia felt like she'd just been stabbed through the chest and pinned in place. So she held up her hands in surrender. Harris' weapon flashed through the space between them in a blur before colliding with her stomach and then her back. Olivia almost fell, but she refused to be beaten. After hitting him in the balls, she took off running once more.

She raced for the barred gray door that would free her from this nightmare. At first she didn't seem to be getting any closer, but suddenly, she was there, banging on the door and screaming for help. Out of nowhere she felt a fist connect with her face. Olivia stumbled and before she was able to prevent it, she was cuffed to the bars of the door. Trapped, Olivia dropped into a squat and couldn't contain her whimpers.

Olivia should have been expecting to hear the zipper, but when she did it startled her. She could only stare in horror as Harris pulled himself free of his pants and stared down at her with a tiny smirk.

"You bite me, you're dead."

A shiver ran through her and she whimpered again. There was no doubt in her mind he was capable of killing her. When his hands clamped to either side of her head and forced her face within inches of his bared body a few tears slid down her cheeks. She could feel the tip of him pressing against her lips, hot with the desire to enter. Completely against her will, her mouth opened.

Olivia watched as the mole she never should have seen drew closer until it disappeared into her mouth along with the rest of him. His hands twined into her hair and pulled her tight against him, making her gag. Again the world around Olivia faded until all that existed was the feeling of him inside her mouth. She couldn't breathe. His words drifted to her, mostly sounds of pleasure of encouragement. She wanted to push them away and lock herself somewhere where she wouldn't know anything, but she couldn't. The feeling of him filling her mouth kept coming.

Just when she thought she couldn't possibly take any more there was a sharp new taste on her tongue. A moment later, Harris released her and pulled away. Olivia coughed desperately, wanting to get rid of the part of him he'd left behind. Soon enough she was sobbing and crumpled on the ground.

The room suddenly spun and she found herself on her back with the dirty mattress beneath her. Harris' hands were at the waistband of her pants. Olivia knew what was coming, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even move a finger.

Where was Fin? Why wasn't he here to help her? She hadn't been strong enough to protect herself, and now she was going to pay for it.

"You should have expected this to happen. After all, it's where you belong. It's where you came from."

She froze, completely unable to process what had just been said. Ice had been shot through her veins and clenched at her heart with his words. Had she somehow done something to bring this on herself? Rape was a piece of her that she could never get rid of. She'd convinced herself, mostly at least, that it wasn't obvious on the outside, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was marked somehow.

Her pants were gone and Olivia could feel Harris' hot breath on her cheek as he bent over her. Then he was inside of her, and the only thing she knew was pain and despair.