I own no one but my own people

Olivia felt colder then she had ever felt before and was shaking so hard her bed rattled. It wasn't her apartment, Lewis had turned the air conditioner off and turned the thermostat as high as it went, but something else nor was it the outside as she could see the mid morning sun shining brightly into her bedroom, a mocking reminder of how long she had endured Lewis.

You're going into shock, she told herself, forcing her mind to stay focused on something other then the blinding pain that was running rampant through her entire body along with the dizziness and nausea that was threatening to overwhelm her, you need to stay calm.

But it was much easier said then done. Her breathing was rapid and she was having trouble staying awake.

Olivia tried to lift her head up off of the bed but a bout of dizziness overcame her that was so strong she let out a cry of pain before she fell back on the bed.

"Oh God," she cried softly, shutting her eyes against the spinning room and the bright lights the pain seem to intensifying every moment she stayed awake, "please just kill me."

"Kill you?" Lewis' voice chuckled as he walked out of her bathroom. "But I thought you were gonna do anything to live?"

"I can't!," begged Olivia, her voice something she no longer recognized as her own, her sobs rocking her body as he sat on the edge of her bed next to her, barely able to speak in between them. "I don't wanna be in pain anymore!"

Lewis' smile was sadistic and cruel and still had the shuddering effect on her. His hand trailed up her thigh and Olivia's cries only increased in severity as his fingers trailed across her folds, now disfigured with the brand of what was once her symbol of authority while less personal brands made with keys and wire hangers littered the rest of her intimate curves. "Sorry, Sweetheart. There's just no fun in that."

"Please!" Olivia gasped through her sobs, shaking her head. "I can't do this anymore!"

"But I can," he told her with another exceptionally cruel grin.

Lewis wasted no time as he grabbed her legs and slammed them up so far her knees were at her face before he plunged into her. Olivia shrieked in pain as he slammed against the brand he had given her making him laugh before he pulled out. "You smell that?" he panted as he got up and straddled her face, his penis covered in her bloody fluids. "That's you and me, Sweetheart. Beautiful isn't it?"

Olivia gagged and tried to turn her face but he grabbed her cheeks and forced her head back so she was facing him. He covered her nose and held it until she opened her mouth and he thrust inside her mouth, until his balls touched her lips, growing harder as she gagged on him but on her sobs and screams as well, his nails digging into her face as he held her there. This was the third time tonight he had been inside her mouth

Lewis began thrusting inside her mouth, laughing at the disgust and panic on her face, pulling out just far enough so she could gasp for half a breath before he plunged in again.

"Use that tongue," he groaned, "or I'm gonna cut it off."

Olivia could barely concentrate enough to breathe much less give him more pleasure then what he was already getting. A few seconds after his demand, he dug his nails so deep into her face he broke the skin. "I said use your God damn tongue!" barked Lewis before he backhanded her.

Olivia's eyes became blurry with more tears as she forced herself to cooperate with his threats. She gently tongued him and Lewis groaned as he continued to thrust. After a while his thrusts became more erratic and he was gagging Olivia with every move he made. "You're going to swallow all of this," he moaned, "or I'll rip your throat out."

Olivia's eyes shut with helpless defeat as he forced himself in her once last time and came.

It was the most rancid thing Olivia had ever tasted. She gagged and felt whatever contents she had in her stomach come up but then she remembered his words and, using every single miniscule ounce of strength she had left, she swallowed her own vomit along with his essence.

When he was sure she swallowed it all Lewis pulled out of her, panting for breath. Olivia made it all of three seconds before it all came back up only this time there was no stopping it. She turned her head to the side just in time to vomit, the smell making her gag as more came up.

Lewis jumped out of the bed, laughing at her. When she was finally done Olivia laid there, gasping for breath. He shook his head, his fight lit up in amusement. "You lasted longer then the old bitch did. She puked after the first try."

He ran his hands over her curves, eliciting whimpers of pain from her. "She also didn't look half as good as you do though..."

Olivia swallowed as he reached up and undid one of her binds that were holding her arm above her head. He leaned in and nipped painfully at her ear, "You wore me out," he laughed gently as if he were speaking to a lover. Olivia remained silent as he took her hand and guided it to in between her legs. "You're gonna fuck yourself," he told her. "Until you make yourself cum. Then you're gonna keep doing it until I say you're ready for a real dick again."

Olivia shook her head. "I can't," her voice cracked "It hurts to much."

Lewis grinned at her again. "That's the point of it."

Olivia swallowed hard as she nodded, her hand trembling. She whimpered in pain and bit her bottom lip the moment she made contact with her center, a fire raging inside her the moment she did. Olivia tried to ignore the blinding pain but it was useless, no matter how or where she touched it felt like she was getting branded and burned with the cigarettes all over again. When she tried rubbing her hand over her clit, she screamed, jerking her hand away. "I can't!" she begged as she began to sob. "I can't do this, it hurts!"

"Fuck yourself now, Detective," Lewis told her as he pointed the gun at her head.

I can't!"

"Yes you will!"

"NO!"

Lewis reached for her free hand and it wasn't until she felt the sting in her palm that she realized what had happened.

Her eyes grew wide as Lewis gingerly touched his face where a bright red hand mark had appeared on it. Instead of appearing angry he merely grinned, laughing softly. "I'm sorry," she breathed. "I- I didn't mean it!"

"Oh I think you did," he said still grinning. "I think you very much meant to hit me."

Olivia shook her head, her heart racing. "I- I- I didn't- I-."

"Shut up!" he barked, his smile disappearing. He grabbed her free hand and slammed it down on the bed again and quickly tied it up. "You think you hurt now," he snarled, "just wait, bitch! Just fucking WAIT!"

Once he was sure she was bound again he got off the bed and stormed out of the bedroom. Olivia flinched as she heard several crashes out in her apartment that sounded like he was looking for something. Finally after about three mints he returned, a sadistic psychopathic grin on his face while hiding something behind his back. "Like I said," he panted, wiping his nose with his arm and sniffing. "You think you know what pain is? Nah, Sweetheart." He held up what was behind his back, his smile growing. "This is true fucking pain."

Olivia looked at what he held for a moment before realization set in. "No.." she whimpered, puling at her binds. "no no no NO!"

Lewis approached her, the large container of salt in his hand and climbed onto the bed and jerked her legs open.

"You thought you could get away with not only disobeying me but then hitting me?" he told her with a soft laugh, pouring a very generous amount of salt into his hand. "I don't think so, bitch."

Without giving her even a moment to prepare herself, Lewis slammed the pile of table salt onto and into her.

"KILL ME!" Olivia screamed louder than she ever had before as a burn more extreme then any brand or cigarette erupted on her broken skin, her back arching off the bed. "FUCKING KILL ME PLEASE!"
Lewis laughed harder at her commands before he took the salt and began to pour it all over her body, everyplace he had cut her erupting in a pain she never knew existed.

Both were too invested, Olivia into the blinding pain, Lewis into the torture to notice that not only was her phone ringing but that this was the third time in the last minute that it had been ringing, all by the same person...

6 Days Earlier

Olivia barely slept a single wink of sleep that night. All she could think about was how she missed being wrapped in Brian's arms like she had been the last three nights. She even wore one of his shirts that he left. The only thing that did was make her want him there with her even more.

She tossed and turned in her sheets, unable to get comfortable, thinking about what they had said to one another. She hadn't meant for him to feel like she didn't care about him or that this relationship was just fun and games because that wasn't true in the slightest.

Olivia did care about him. A lot. But she had also gotten her heart broken. A lot. She wanted to say it to him but at the same time she was so scared of losing him that she didn't dare admit that to him. Admitting it would mean that she cared enough about him that if they left her she would shatter.

But you didn't say it to David and you were heartbroken when he left plus you' didn't tell it to Brian and you're shattered over the fact he's not even here she reminded herself bitterly, cursing her mind for not taking her side of the argument.

An hour passed and it was now a little past 1 AM yet her mind was still whirring with the want of Brian and replaying her argument over and over in her head what seemed like on full volume.

Finally with a heavy sigh Olivia got out of bed and headed towards her bathroom medicine cabinet. She got out her bottle of sleeping pills she usually reserved for her most brutal and sadistic cases when she knew she'd have nightmares, took one pill with a swig of water and made her way back to bed.

Olivia laid back in bed, smiling when her eyelids already felt heavy. Within five minutes she had passed out, her last thought being of Brian.

The next morning she woke up late. She had to be at the appellate court by nine so she decided to skip heading towards the precinct and instead go right there.

Thankfully the fact she was late and rushing was keeping her mind off of Brian and it wasn't until she got into the courthouse, about thirty seconds before they called Lewis and his attorney along with Barba up front, that her mind started to drift back to Brian

"Cutting it kind of close," Amanda whispered to her while the case before their finished up, a slight smirk on her face. "You and Brian have a bit of a late night?"

Olivia merely smiled, choosing instead to ignore the question and let Rollins think she was right rather then explain she was up half the night thinking about how she wanted to be with him.

Rollins chuckled and clicked her tongue. "Attaboy, Cassidy. You know a man's a keeper when you start to choose screwing him over a job you love."

Olivia turned to her, her brow raised in confusion at her choice of words. "I thought most Southern girls were supposed to be prim and proper?"

Rollins shrugged, a smirk still on her lips. "Most Southern girls also didn't vote for Obama twice either."

Olivia and the blonde detective merely smiled at one another before they turned back towards the front of the courtroom where Barba was about to preform his magic, sure that this case was about to get a whole lot simpler.

Ten minutes later both of them were wrong.

"I don't get it!" Rollins protested as she, Olivia, and Barba walked out of the courthouse. "That's the best deal he could get! Why the hell wouldn't he take the deal!"

"He won't take time served, he doesn't want us to find out who he really is and get his DNA into CODIS."

"Or maybe he's just innocent," offered Barba with a shrug.

Olivia shook her head. "Look, we have three reliable witnesses-."

"Two of whom are tourists. His attorney might be legal aid but she's smart she knows that if they leave the country the judge will throw the case out."

"We have Alice Parker and her photo," Olivia protested desperately trying to convince Barba of what she felt in her heart. This guy was guilty and he had done a lot worse before.

"She came on the scene after the fact and the photo is not definitive," he explained with a bit of edge in his voice. He had won them nearly impossible to win cases before yet they were jumping down his throat for a guy who may not have done anything wrong except adjust himself in front of two teenagers. "Look this case was a dog from the start," he sighed as he turned towards the two detectives. "It just got fleas. You really think he's dirty?"

Neither Olivia or Amanda answered but their faces gave away the clear cut answer. "Keep digging," he instructed them before he turned and walked away.

Rollins rolled her eyes as she turned towards Olivia. "You think he's guilty right?" she asked the Veteran Detective. "I mean you get that same chill whenever you see him like I do right?"

"I think you're right, Rollins, but right now we have nothing on him," Olivia told her gently. "We just gotta keep looking."

"For what though? I already looked at the states he lived in, his name, variations of his name, anagrams... I can't find anything on this guy and... and he scares me, Olivia," Rollins admitted with a hint of embarrassment attached.

"There is no reason for you to be scared of this guy, Rollins," Olivia told her gently. "I promise you that even if we find out he's Adolf Hitler reincarnated I will not let him hurt you. Okay?"

Amanda gave the older Detective a smile. "Okay."

Olivia gave her a brief smile before she glanced at her watch. "It's almost eleven. You wanna get something to eat before we head on back to the precinct? My treat."

"Sure. Thanks, Liv."

Olivia smiled and led Rollins to her car, Rollins had taken the subway, and opened the door for her before they got in and sped off, neither realizing that it wasn't Rollins that would need to be saved...

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