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THIS STORY CONTAINS FINALE SPOILERS!
A/N So let me first say I'm sorry for not updating this sooner. There were circumstances beyond my control. Second, thank you SO much for the reviews. It really means a lot lot me. Thirdly; um, yeah I'm dead. The finale absolutely killed me and I'm writing from beyond the grave. That little whimper Olivia did when he moved the gun from her head to her shirt right before he pushed her... I was shaking for like at least fifteen minutes after. Also I had NO idea how evil The Beast was so seeing Olivia in his clutches (After Cragen sends her off for 2 days!) like killed me lol.
Anyway; this is going to basically turn into an alternate ep fic now and I REALLY hope you like it.
Anyway, enough personal comments. Plase Read, review, and enjoy. But mostly enjoy. And don;t die from the finale as I have.
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Olivia heard the door creep open and her eyes closed when she heard that soft sadistic chuckle. "Did you think we were done? Nah, Sweetheart." She whimpered as he looked her up and down, "I still got some plans for you..."
The brunette Detective swallowed hard as he walked up to her, his footsteps echoing loudly with every step. She prayed that somebody, anybody, would come to her aid but Cragen had to announce to the squad she was to be left alone for two days.
Lewis William, the real name of The Beast, sat on the edge of her bed and reached into his jeans pocket. He turned and smirked as his captive, watching her face intently as he pulled out the objects from their depths, her eyes going wide with fright as she realized what they were.
A pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"Please." Olivia's voice cracked, tears streaming down her already bloodied face as he took one of the cigarettes out and lit it. "Please, don't. Not that, anything but that."
Lewis considered her carefully, cocking his head to the side as if he were deciding between what shirt to wear for the day. "What would you be willing to do if I don't?" He took a long drag off of the stick, it's end blowing a bright hellish red.
"Anything," Olivia answered quickly as more tears streamed down her face. "Jus- just no fire! Please!"
Lewis looked her up and down, lingering on every place he had already made scars. A sick sadistic smile grew on his face as he stood up from the bed and unzipped and lowered his jeans, throwing them to the floor before he straddled her. Olivia whimpered softly as he grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was face down on the pillow.
Lewis shoved his legs up under her and ran his hand over her ass, one hand caressing it fondly for a moment before he slapped it, hard, while the other stoked himself, laughing as Olivia let out a yelp of pain.
He leaned down and nipped painfully at her neck. "If you think that hurt your sweet little ass," he hissed in her ear as he spread her cheeks apart and placed his tip at the opening no man has ever touched, making her cry out in pain which only made him grow in stature. "You haven't felt anything yet..."
He slammed the cigarette down on her cheek, pressing it down on the skin with a sickening smell and hiss to accompany it while Olivia let out a blood curdling scream...
One Week Earlier
After Brian had left the apartment, Olivia slumped down on the couch, her book and errands forgotten, as her mind whirled over what had happen.
What had started off as one of the best days off she had ever had quickly turned as sour as she could imagine after Brian left.
He said he loved her. He had actually said he loved her... Olivia had only said the L word to two people in her entire life outside of her family. Her thirty five year old boyfriend when she was fifteen and then her fiancee when she was sixteen but both of those situations had ended in disaster.
Her older boyfriend's company had him transferred to another state and she never saw him again and her fiancee didn't want to deal with her mother or the repercussions she had threatened him with.
So since then she had never said it to anybody. There had been a few guys over the years she had particularly strong feelings for. Jeff York, Andy Eckerson, Dean Porter, Kurt Moss, David Haden... But she had never once said that particular phrase to any of them nor had they offered it to her.
She knew that Brian felt something for her and she knew she felt something back but to actually acknowledge their feelings aloud to each other? That was a whole different story altogether...
Hoping with every bit of hope she possessed that Brian would call her, Olivia waited anxiously by the phone until it rang, sending Olivia's heart into her chest.
"Brian?" she answered, hoping with all her might it was true.
"No it's Rollins," the voice on the other end responded, the Georgian accent riddled with puzzlement. "You okay?"
Olivia sighed as she leaned back on the couch, her face drained of all hope it had held for that one moment. "Yeah I'm fine," she lied through her teeth. "What's up?"
"Well I was in the park this morning and these two teenagers said this guy was flashing them and I arrested him."
Olivia narrowed her eyes in confusion at the phone before she turned back towards the call. "Okay... And?"
"And I just get this really bad vibe from him, Olivia. Something don't seem right."
"He was flashing women in the park, of course he's gonna give you the creeps," Olivia told her with a shrug. "You haven't worked SVU long enough not to get creeped out."
"No it wasn't a creeped out feeling it was something else. Something bad."
Olivia held back a sigh as she rubbed her temples in annoyance, trying to remember that twelve years ago she was in the same shoes Rollins wore. "Did you run prints?"
"He doesn't have any."
"Then that should ease your mind a little."
"No I mean he doesn't have any prints. At all."
"That's usually a good thing."
"Olivia, you're not getting what I'm telling ya," Rollins argued. "He has no fingerprints. Literally. They were burnt off or cut off or something but all that's their is scars."
Olivia sat up on the couch suddenly much more interested in this conversation then what she was five seconds ago. "Only one reason to burn off your fingerprints. You got something you wanna hide. Did you run his name?"
"Nothing."
The brunette detective got up from her couch and made her way to her bedroom where she hastily fastened her gun belt and pulled on shoes. "Call Cragen, Fin, and Amaro. Tell them to get to the station house now. I know it's their day off but this takes precedence."
"Got it. And I'm sorry for ruining your day. I know how much you were looking forward to spending the day with Cassidy."
Olivia shrugged although she knew Rollins couldn't see the gesture. "It's fine. He kind of ended that possibility a little while ago."
"Eesh," Rollins hissed in imitative pain. "Trouble in paradise?"
"You don't know the half of it. I'll tell you about it later."
"Alright," Rollins agreed, recognizing the request to drop the subject. "I'll see ya in a little while, Liv."
"See ya."
Olivia ended the call as she shoved her phone in her pocket. She walked over to her stove and over and double checked they were turned off, an old habit dating back from the time she was six.
Being burnt had been her greatest feel since she was six. Her mother had gotten hungry during one of her drunken binges and left the stove on, passing out soon afterward. The apartment had caught on fire and Olivia woke up to her room filled with smoke and flames. Being more frightened then she had ever been in her life, Olivia got up and ran under her bed, sobbing and screaming for her mother to come get her.
One of the flames had licked her leg to the point there was a still a scar on her upper thigh to this day only her lovers had seen and she decided right then and there there was no bigger pain in existence then being burned.
Thankfully her neighbors had already called the fire department and they rescued Olivia and her mother quickly and both had survived as if nothing had happened sans the marking on her thigh.
But still, even to this day, her biggest fear was feeling the heat of fire against her skin again...
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