Chapter 5 The Incident
She walked into the room. Her eyes went directly to the bed where just last night she had never felt so complete. She pulled her arms around her and sighed. What was going to happen now? What was she going to say to Elliot? Before she had time to think of an answer to her own question she was grabbed from behind. At first she thought it was Elliot and she was filled with joy, it wasn't until realty hit that she realized the man behind her was not Elliot--Not by a long shot.
It was him. The perp. The guy she and Elliot had suspected the other night.
"Shut up and don't say anything!" He warned.
She felt the gun against her back. He pushed it deeper into her back causing her to fall forward. He grabbed her as she was falling, and took her gun as he pulled her up tight against his fat disgusting body. She had let her guard down. She was unprepared, she was weak. He forced her on to the bed. He reached into his duffle bag, and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She tried to concentrate on something different, she thought about Elliot and what he had said in the counselor's office.
"Take off your shirt!" He demanded. He was mean, and he was ugly.
She just sat there frozen.
"TAKE IT OFF NOW!" he shouted at her again this time more forcefully, getting her attention.
She pulled her dark purple sweater over her head slowly and degradingly. She was shaking. What if he didn't wait for Elliot? What if Elliot didn't come back? It was a slap in the face towards Elliot when she walked out of that room. He had to have been mad. If she knew her partner he was probably down at the bar drinking away the hurt that she had caused him.
"The tank too." The perp demanded.
She slowly pulled her white tank top over her head. He came close to her, his breath smelled, of something she could not identify. It made her want to gag. He forced her down on the bed as he pulled her hands above her head and duck taped them to headboard. She was fighting back. He pulled tight, real tight, and she gasped. She was struggling and in doing so she heard a snap in her wrist. She could feel her joint remove from her limb. It was broken, no doubt about that. The pain was intense, but she couldn't focus on it, she had to fight.
"You like it rough? The perp asked. "Where is your husband?"
"He left, he left me." Olivia managed to get out. She had a lump in her throat; she tried to think of something to take her mind off of what was happening to her. Elliot, she thought. His warm blue eyes. She hoped that the perp would stick to his M.O and not rape her with out her 'husband' present.
"You're a terrible liar, but we can do this without him." He said as he smiled down at her chest.
Her eyes filled up with tears. He put the duct tape around her mouth, three times around her head, it pulled on hair and hurt like a sonofabitch. Where was Elliot? She wondered.
He took off her shoes, her socks; it was just a matter of time before he would take off her pants. She started to panic; the tears were rolling down her face.
"Don't cry you're going to like me, just give me a chance." He was missing a tooth or two, the ones he did have were brown stained and rotting.
He rubbed his gun over Olivia's shoulders.
"You're real pretty," he said. "I knew I had to have you the first time you laid eyes on me yesterday, don't deny it, I saw you staring at me." the perp said as if that was a compliment.
She had a chance, she tried to kick him in the balls, but he was too fast, he punched her in the face, and she began to bleed.
"Ohh now were talking my style, the bloodier the better, so go ahead and try another trick like that again- bitch" the man said getting angry. He punched her again to make sure she got the message.
She could feel the tears and blood running down her face. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was a cop; she should have been able to do something. She couldn't think, she was panic stricken. She choked up.
He took his shirt off, followed by his pants, he was looking at her, he was going to do it, and she couldn't stop it. She felt him on her hip, and she couldn't breathe. He put his hands on her pants, and unbuttoned them. It took awhile to get them off her, she was kicking the entire time, and she didn't give a fuck what he did to her, she was going to fight like hell.
She felt another blow to the side of her face. Her panties were now off.
"You would stop fighting this if you knew what was good for you." he said coldly.
Luckily for her face was still numb from last one so it didn't hurt as bad. She instantly felt her nose bleed. There was blood all over her. Was this a dream? Was this whole a trip a dream? It was starting to feel like one. BAM! Another blow right to her face, she started to see spots, she could not feel her face anymore. He grabbed her thighs tightly with his hands and forced them outward. He then lifted up her head and banged against the headboard, again, and again slamming it so hard against that she could actually hear her brain smash into her skull. The spots had turned to stars. She was conscious but had lost all feeling in her body.
There was no way she could even try and fight back now. She went limp, and knew she was sealing her fate.
The man was breathing all over her, panting. She wanted to puke. He was now mounting her; it was just a matter of minutes before she would relive her mother's experience. He started to kiss her shoulders, her neck, she was screaming inside but no one could here her. She was paralyzed, she could do nothing, and she wanted to die. She could feel him hard against her thigh; he was just about to enter her---
Just then there was a rustle at the door. The perp got up and looked out the peep hole.
"I thought you said your husband left." The perp whispered to Olivia as he kicked her in the ribs with his foot.
He heard the card go through the door, and the latch turn down. The perp hid behind the door. The last thing she remembered thinking was that she didn't want Elliot to see her like this. Not like this. The room turned dark and Olivia's body went completely numb, she was unconscious.
The door opened. He saw her fragile body immediately, his jaw dropped to the floor, "OLIVIA! OH MY GOD!" He screamed. But Elliot was not stupid. He's seen this a million times. The Perp came up behind him, and Elliot threw his hands around the perp and tackled him to the ground the perp's gun went flying and Elliot punched and punched and punched the sonofabitch until he lay still. His hands were covered in blood. He got up took a deep breath, for a split second he forgot that Olivia was strapped to the bed possibly dying.
He stood up and turned towards Olivia, he ran to her bedside. He covered up her naked body with the bloody sheet. He held her close to him and checked for a pulse, he took out his knife and cut the tape off Olivia and freed her hands, and then her mouth, being very careful not to pull her hair. She was free now, but she did not move. He held her like a child in his arms.
"Olivia, no, not my Liv." Elliot said very softly. He was so scared. There's blood everywhere, did he…did he rape her? These terrifying thoughts kept racing through his head.
He started shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with tears.
He pulled of his shirt and wiped away the blood and tears that covered Olivia's face. He kissed her forehead. He was holding her so tightly. He looked down and noticed her crooked wrist. He took the pillow case and carefully wrapped it around her broken wrist.
He grabbed his cell phone to call for help. He was very careful while managing the task of not letting go of Olivia and making the phone call.
"This is Detective Stabler; I need a bus---NOW!"
He rocked her in his arms and waited till the police showed up. Elliot looked at the perp laying unconscious on the floor. He hoped he was dead. If he wasn't holding Liv he would have fucking beat the shit out of him for a few more hours. He wanted to kick his head in. He wished to God that he had been there with Liv, why didn't he follow her out of the counselor's office! He thought angrily.
"You'll be ok Liv, come on Liv you gotta wake up, talk to me Liv." He told her trying to remain calm.
Before he could get another thought out the Police officers arrived. The first police officer grabbed the perp and took him away.
"Is this the Vic?" The second police officer asked Elliot.
He choked; he couldn't get the words out. She wasn't the vic. She was Detective Benson; He was her partner, her best friend, the woman he loves.
Sensing that Elliot was too emotional to speak, he tried to grab Olivia from Elliot's arms, but he would not have that.
"No! I got her. Is the bus outside?" Elliot asked.
"We're all set, just waiting on the vi--girl-Detective Benson." The officer said tripping over his words
Elliot felt Olivia move just slightly in his deep embrace.
"Liv, are you ok? Don't move, I got you." Elliot said in the sweetest tone.
He scooped Olivia into his arms and stood up as he held her tightly against his body. Her arms around his neck, and her face buried in his chest. The other officers got a blanket and wrapped it around the both of them.
He got Olivia into the Ambulance and they were off to the hospital.