Okay so sorry to those of u who are still readin this story. I know its not many but still I want to continue so I will. Im even sicker then I was for the last update, but im not tired so this should b a longer chapter then the last. Thx to those who reviewed or subscribed. : ) after this chapter things are going to get a little brighter.

Disclaimer: if they were mine they'd have to put the show on a special channel for nudity, sexual situations, ect. Gotta have EO love.

Olivia….

She listened for the sound of the door creaking. She needed him to come down, as weird as that sounds, because she desperately needed to use the bathroom. It was another hour before he came down. She had expected him to be drunk or angry or something. Anything. He wasn't though. He looked kind of empty. It distracted her from her bladder before she remembered just how badly she needed to go. She watched him set a plate of food on a little nightstand next to her. He was barely looking at her.

"Please…I need to use the bathroom…Sir." The last word came out as only a whisper, but he heard her. He almost cringed when she called him that. For some reason he didn't want her to. He wanted her to call him a bastard. Even a son of a bitch, but not sir.

He made quick work of her chains when he saw the look of desperation on her face. He saw that she was having trouble moving after the beating he put her through previously. So, he grabbed a blanket and carefully lifted her from the bed, carrying her into the bathroom. He set her on the toilet and then turned away. He waited outside the door until she called him.

"I'm sorry, but I can't get up. Could you please help me…Sir?" She choked out as she was trying hard to stand on her own.

Again with that damn Sir. God how he wished he had never told her to call him that. He went back into the bathroom, but instead of helping her off the toilet, he turned on the water in the bath. He waited until it was filled to a good level and at a warm temperature. Then he carefully lifted her up and placed her into the tub before removing the now wet blanket. He gave her the shampoo from the closet and then left the room.

She sat in the tub for about an hour. She couldn't believe how gentle he had been. She washed the now dry blood off of herself and washed her hair the best she could. Finally, he returned with a towel. He lifted her out and took her into the room. After laying her down on the bed he went to another closet in the room. He took out a pair of gray sweats and a blanket. He gave them to her before leaving her there, without chaining her back up. She pulled herself into a sitting position and maneuvered herself into the clothes before lying back down, pulling the blanket over herself. She knew he would be back. There was no way he would leave her unchained.

Olivia's captor

He was pacing around the kitchen. That's about all he had been doing since he had forced oral on her. Why am I so upset? What's so different about her? She's just like the others. She's just a stupid whore. She's a bitch who needs to learn her place. Damn it! Who am I kidding? She is different. There's just something about her. I can't go soft. I have to finish what I started. Now!

He ripped the door open and practically ran down the stairs to the bed.

Olivia/Olivia's captor

She looked at him and knew that the gentle tone he had before was gone. She flinched back as he jumped on top of her. He pushed her down and took off her clothes. He quickly rid himself of his pants and spread her legs apart. She was crying, but she wasn't fighting. His guess was that she was just too tired, too hurt, and too scared to fight. She let out a loud sob. He realized that he wasn't moving; he was just staying there positioned above her.

She's just like the others. Don't listen to her sobs. Pay attention! He rubbed himself along her folds, seeking entrance. She let out another loud sob and squirmed a little. She's just like the rest. Stop looking at her! Stop listening! He slowly slid into her. She screamed out so loud that he couldn't move. He was frozen for a few moments. Then, he thrust into her

One!

Two!

Three times!

She was screaming and crying. She looked directly into his eyes. No! Don't look into her eyes. Don't look! No!

Four times!

He looked into those doe eyes one more time and that was it. He couldn't keep going. He wasn't even aroused anymore. There was no pleasure. There was no fun at all. It was over for him. He knew what he had to do.

He pulled out of her and climbed off of her. She curled up into a ball as the never ending tears streamed down her face. He wanted to comfort her. He didn't know why he wanted to comfort her, but he did. However, he knew that she would not want her rapist comforting her after the rape. So, he pushed the clothes towards her.

"Get dressed! Hurry up. It's time for you to go." With that said he turned and left the room.

At the 1-6

They were wracking their brains trying to figure out what to do next. They needed a lead or there was no hope of finding Liv. Elliot was on the verge of tears.

"It has been three days!" he started. "We need something or we are never going to find her!" Elliot all but shouted the last part out to the others.

"We ARE going to find her Elliot. We just need something to go on." Munch was far from his normal joking self. He knew that their time was running out and Liv's time was going with it.

"You know Olivia. She's a fighter. We WILL find her." Fin wasn't even sure that he believed his own words.

"Please tell me we have something guys." Cragen looked like he hadn't slept and was about to lose it.

"We're no closer to finding her then we were 3 fucking days ago." Elliot had enough. He was surprised that Cragen hadn't lectured him on his choice of words, but he figured Cragen couldn't argue anymore. Elliot's phone rang breaking the silence.

"Detective Stabler Special Victims Unit, how can I help you?" He heard a hesitant breath on the other line before he heard someone's voice.

"This is Detective Olivia Benson's partner right?" the man said.

"Yes it is! Why?" he had already put the phone on speaker so that the rest of the team could hear.

"My name is," there was more hesitation "Michael McNeil." The man said.

"Okay. Mr. McNeil why are you calling? Do you have any information about Detective Benson's abduction?" Elliot was suspicious, but hopeful.

"I have all the information. You will find Olivia in the basement of the only house on the left side of Oak Road in Queens. She will live, but she is hurt. You need to get to her. I am the one who hurt her. Please…tell her…tell her that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Elliot was about to respond when they heard a shot and then a thud. Then, they heard what sounded like a man groan and then a sharp intake of air. Then, there was silence. Clearly, he had killed himself.

The squad had wasted no time in getting to their cars. Elliot and Cragen were in one car, while Fin and Munch were in another. Cragen had called in for backup just in case. They were at the house within 20 minutes. No one knew what to expect as they approached the door to the basement. They were all just praying that Olivia would be okay.

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