Sorry, again, for taking for ever to update. I apologize and just for you, I made this chapter a bit long. Enjoy.
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She closed her eyes trying to go somewhere else. Anywhere but here; she felt his lips crash with hers as his tongue tried to find his way in her mouth. She tightened her lips in disgust but felt a hard hand impact her cheek. She opened her mouth and groaned as his tongue slid in between her lips and into her mouth. She felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks at the realization that Elliot was watching. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of red in embarrassment and she felt like she was going to be sick. His hands tangled in her hair as he violently held on.
"Stop!" Elliot yelled.
Olivia snapped her eyes open and turned to face Elliot.
His face was red in rage and his knuckles were white as his fists tightened. "Just stop it, you sick son of a bitch," he snarled.
Ricky left a gentle kiss on Olivia's cheek. Almost genuinely; it was sick. He smiled and took a look at Elliot. Ricky snickered and got up from his nearly next potential victim. He sighed and walked towards him. His expression showed no hate. He seemed calm, as if he didn't have a care in the damn world. He stopped, nearly stepping on Elliot, who was still chained to a pipe and now sitting uncomfortably on the hard floor.
"Detective Stabler, would you like to leave?"
Elliot stared at him, stunned. He wrinkled his eyebrows and threw his head back, rolling his eyes.
"Nah, I thought we were having fun," he scoffed. "No shit, Sherlock, of course I want to leave."
Ricky glared at him. "A simple yes or no would have been just fine," he snapped. "But if you really want to leave you can." Elliot's eyes widened in surprise. "You can leave. I'll even give you a ride back to Manhattan. But..." He licked his lips, staring at Olivia. "Your partner stays." Elliot rolled his eyes, groaning in frustration.
There was no way in hell he was going to leave her behind. He stared at her as she smiled reassuringly as if telling him to take the deal. He grinned a crooked smile back at her, but turned his head back towards Ricky.
"No deal. I go, she goes with me." Ricky raised and eyebrow in astonishment.
"Fine with me," he spoke bluntly. "You can both stay."
Olivia stared at Elliot with cold eyes. What an idiotic mistake he had made, she thought. He could left her ass behind and gone free and gotten some help. But instead, he refused Ricky's offer and stayed back with her. He stayed behind; with her. She lowered her head as she smiled at the realization that he has stayed behind just for her. But her smile quickly faded as she flinched at a door closing from the wall behind her. She was startled to hear a door, to seea door. She hadn't seen it before and it was probably because the door was half the size a regular sized door. A person could easily fit through it by crawling. She closed her eyes and silently cursed, knowing that even if they could fit through it, the chains holding her behind gave her no chances of getting anywhere near the small sized door. She struggled, trying to free herself but the cuffs were tight on her wrists and the pain was starting to become unbearable. She groaned in frustration mixed with pain. She noticed that Elliot flinched.
"You okay?" he asked worriedly, his expression soft. She smiled and nodded a reassuring yes. But she could tell he didn't believe her; he knew she was lying. He was right. The room grew silent and her eyes started to get heavy.
"Try to stay awake, Liv."
She opened her eyes, startled.
"Sorry," Elliot mumbled. "But seriously, Liv. Try to keep your eyes open," he urged her. Olivia smiled and yawned tiredly.
"I'm so tired," she groaned. "But I'll try." Elliot smiled and snapped his head towards the creaking door that was carefully being opened. Ricky came in, holding something in his fist. Olivia squinted, trying to get a good look of what he was holding.
She flinched, realizing what it was, a small packet containing a balloon like object. Ricky smirked and walked towards her, his eyes cold and ready. She felt her heart beat heavily and she was afraid that he could hear it. She closed her eyes and pushed herself as close to the wall as possible, lowering her head to the side.
"Don't you fucking dare," Elliot snapped, his eyes immense and full of rage. "Don't you fucking dare," he repeated silently. Ricky stopped dead on his tracks and snapped his head back towards him.
"And why would I want to do that?" he asked, irritated that Elliot was slowing things down.
"Because," Elliot spoke, trying to reason with him. "Do you really want to do it here?" he scoffed. "Don't you want to do it someplace else? Maybe a bit more cleaner and romantic?"
Ricky glared at him, raising an eyebrow. "What do you care?" he asked, annoyed.
Elliot just stared at him, ignoring the question. Ricky only stared and sighed.
"But, perhaps you're right." He then walked off, closing the miniature door behind him. Elliot and Olivia stared at each other, perplexed. But the door soon opened again. Ricky came in with a key and began to un-cuff them. He then quickly pulled a gun from his back pocket and turned it towards them.
"But if you make one attempt on leaving or doing something stupid, you're both dead," he snapped. Elliot and Olivia nodded. They followed him to a dirty, rusty looking green van. "Get in," Ricky ordered.
They got in the backseat willingly, but let out a defeated sigh when Ricky cuffed them both to the side doors. Ricky got in the driver's seat, and they drove off.
Olivia stared out the window looking for anything familiar, or anyone out there. She was desperate. Right now, she would do anything to get herself and Elliot as far away from this psychopath as possible.