Okay so here's chapter 3. Yeah I know no one's readin this story yet bcuz it's only been up for a day and it's a holiday weekend, but yeah im just gonna post this chap and wait 4 reviews b4 I continue. That way I'll know if it sucks and I should take it down or if its good and I can leave it up. Anyways....

Disclaimer: They're mine in my mind…but not in real life. Sry.

Olivia's prison in the basement

She didn't know how long it had been since her captor had left, but she knew that it had to have been hours. He would be back soon. Very soon. She heard footsteps, and she tried one last time to free her hands. She knew it was stupid, but she had to try because if she didn't it would be giving up. Detective Olivia Benson of the Manhattan SVU, does not give up.

She heard the door creak and looked up to see his horrid face. He looked angry and drunk. Yes, he was very drunk. She knew that she wouldn't stand a chance against him in her current predicament.

"Hey baby," he slurred. "Did you miss you're master while he was gone?" he was right in front of her, his breath blowing in her face. "I sure missed you. Let me start by saying that if you speak without my permission, you get a punishment. Do I make myself clear?" His cruel eyes stared at her with a smirk.

"Yes." She didn't want to give in, but she was just so tired and quite frankly, she was scared of him; especially in the state of drunkenness that he was in at the moment. She thought it better to just listen to him and hope that he didn't go too far.

"Good girl. From now on though, you will refer to me as 'Sir'. Got it my pet?" He ran his hand down the side of her face. She was pissed now.

"Screw you, you bastard. I…."

SLAP

She heard his hand moving through the air and she knew before the blow landed it was going to be painful. His hand collided with her face leaving a bright red reminder with it. She gasped and even though she tried to them in, a few stray tears trailed down her face. He was beyond angry now, and that was not good considering how drunk he was. He could do some damage to her and she knew it. She saw his hand rise again and she flinched back. He slapped her over and over. Then when he got bored of that he started punching her. Before she slipped away into unconsciousness, she heard him say:

"Don't you ever speak to me that way you filthy whore! Now look what you made me do. Great…I'll be back tomorrow when you're awake. Damn stupid bitch can't even address her master the right way. We'll fix that…oh yes…we will fix that. He mumbled as he left the room, leaving her in her unconscious state.

Back at the 1-6

Cragen looked around the squad room, clearly frustrated. "Guys, do we have anything at all?"

At that moment Munch and Fin ran into the room. "Captain, we got something!" Everyone gathered around the monitor and they put the tape in. Elliot was holding his breath, not knowing what would be on the screen. Munch continued, "It's the security tape from across the street of the alley. I thought for sure it would be broken, but I was wrong. The crime scene techs took a look at it and they said that it's good quality."

"Have you seen it yet?" Cragen asked annoyed at how long it was taking Munch to put the tape in.

"If I had, I would tell you what was on it instead of standing here trying to figure how I'm going to get this tape in without being seen on the little camera that the FBI has installed inside the flap of every VCR." Munch said, once again going off on one of his conspiracy theories.

"God dammit Munch! Now is not the time to be going off on one of you're theories when Olivia is missing!" Elliot yelled as he grabbed the tape and shoved it into the TV. The camera had been focused directly on the alley. They had to fast forward, but they finally got to the part they were looking for. They saw a man dressed in casual, but nice looking clothes, walk into the alley. He was about 6'5". He had brown hair and was clean shaven. They watched him just standing there. They were moving through scene-by-scene, but they could tell from the time stamp that he had been there for hours. He would edge closer to the opening of the alley every time a woman went by, but then he would go back in after he checked her out.

"This would be about the time that Liv would be walking by," Elliot said looking at the time stamp. Sure enough, they saw her come onto the screen. Once again, they saw him edge closer, but this time they could just see his dark outline because of how late it was. They watched Olivia slow down as if she knew something was there. Then she sped up. They saw the perp come out of the darkness and grab Olivia from behind. His hand was over her mouth and his gun was pressed to her temple. They watched him drag her into the alley and then come out about five minutes later carrying a limp Olivia. They had not been able to see anything that went on in the alley. The man placed Olivia on the sidewalk before pulling out his phone. He made a quick call on his cell and a blue van pulled up along side the sidewalk. They watched him throw Olivia into the back of the van and then jump into the passenger seat as the van sped away.

"Well…we know he's gotta partner. Asshole was checking out every woman that went by. It was as if he had to find the perfect one. Sick freak." Fin looked like he was about to punch the screen.

"If I had just insisted on taking her home…."Elliot started.

"She would have said know like the stubborn woman she is and the same events would have unfolded," Cragen interjected.

"Yeah but…." Elliot started again.

"But what Elliot? You can't blame yourself. This is not your fault. The only person at fault is that sick man we just saw on the screen. Now the way I see it is you either stop blaming yourself and help us find her, or you continue blaming yourself and I take you off the case and put you on desk duty. I bet Olivia would really appreciate the former and kick your ass for the latter." Cragen knew how to hit Elliots heart and make him see things his way.

"Where do we start Captain?" Elliot said after a quick nod.

" Alright Elliot I want you to take the tape down to tech guys and see if they can get a make on the van," Cragen commanded.

"You got it Cap." Elliot grabbed his coat and headed out the door with a new found determination.

"Alright...Fin and Munch go down to the shop where the security camera was. Ask around there and see if anyone say anything."

"We're on it Cap," Munch said already on their way out the door. Cragen went back into his office to get some quiet time and think about what they were going to do next.

Olivia's prison in the basement

This was the second time she was waking up like this. She knew that it had to have been about 24 hours since she had been here. After what had happened yesterday, she knew that it was not wise to mouth off to her captor. She remembered once telling Elliot that she didn't know what she would do if she were a victim. She couldn't stand the thought of being raped. Now it wasn't just a thought. It was a definite. There was no way out of it, this man would rape her and maybe kill her eventually. She was lost in these thoughts when she saw him come into the room.

"Well after yesterday I think you owe me an apology. That is unless you want a repeat…"He chuckled when he saw her staring at him. "I'm waiting."Olivia had been debating with herself on whether to satisfy him with an apology, but when she heard the word 'repeat' she knew that if she wanted to live she had better just apologize.

"I'm sor…sorry." She choked out an apology an received a slap as a reply.

"I'm sorry, what?" He was going to teach her one way or another that she belonged to him. He watched her get a look of confusion on her face before she realized what he meant. "Come on I don't have all day and I don't like to wait."

"I'm sorry…Sir." She felt her soul die with that one word. She didn't want to give in to him, but she didn't have the strength to survive another one of his beatings.

"That's my good girl. I think you need to be rewarded for your good behavior. I'll give you just a little pleasure for now, and then when I return later on we can get to the main event." He had that same look of desire on his face that she had seen the first night. He pulled out a knife and she knew the fear was probably visible on her face. She was completely still as he ran the blade against her throat without putting any pressure on it. He slowly cut off her top. She was in a black lacy bra and she saw the hunger in his eyes. Then, he unbuttoned her pants and cut them off when they bunched around her ankles. She had on matching panties, black with lace. He took the knife and cut off her bra and panties. "Mmm…wow that's nice." He reached over and touched her left breast, then her right. Tears were streaming down her face in a never-ending river of pain.

"Please, please, stop. Please…" she begged when he reached between her legs.

"Don't worry honey, I'll make it good for you. I'm not selfish." He continued his ministrations and she whimpered when he pushed a finger into her. He pushed his fingers in one-at-a-time until four were in. He slowly moved them in and out speeding up as he went along. She saw him reach for his zipper with his other hand and she couldn't help, but let out a sob. "Hey, I need some satisfaction too." He used his hand to pleasure himself while he continued to push his fingers into her. When he was finally finished he pulled his fingers out and zipped his pants. "All better baby? I bet you feel so much better now. I told you your master could take care of your needs. I have to go, but I'll be back later." He left closing the door behind him.

After he left, Olivia broke out in a fit of sobs. "Elliot please find me. Please," she mumbled to herself after she had cried for so long that her throat burned and her eyes were so dry she thought that they were going to fall out. She was lying there completely exposed, lost in her thoughts. He hasn't even raped me with his…Oh god I don't want to even think about that. He said that the main event was going to happen tonight. I wanted to die having his fingers inside me; I won't be able to survive it tonight. Like mother like daughter. My mother was right; I'm worthless. I can't even protect myself against the guys I put in jail everyday. I feel so dirty. Elliot will never touch me now. I'm used, disgusting, and pathetic. I wish I would just die now.

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