June 2011
'Are you sure your brother said he'd be in here, sweetie?' asked Olivia, looking around her. What were clearly once garages of some kind had been half-converted into what looked like a printers', with rusting equipment and presses dotted around along with the piles of other assorted detritus that build up in all empty buildings over time.
'Yuh huh,' replied the girl. She dropped Olivia's hand suddenly and ran away into the maze of rusting machinery.
'No, honey, come back-' Olivia cursed to herself, looked back at the open gate to the street, then back ahead. Elliot would be pissed. She took another look back at the gate, and started after the little girl.
'Honey, where are you? Come back, it's not safe for you to run off on your own like that.' Olivia looked around, but there was no sign of the girl. 'Honey?' She heard movement ahead of her. 'Honey?'
A hand whipped out of nowhere and grabbed Olivia's hair, yanked on it so hard her head slammed against the wall. She cried out and nearly fell down, but a man had her wrists pinned to the wall and his face so close she could feel his breath. 'Hey there, Princess,' he hissed, grinning widely.
Olivia froze. She didn't know his voice but she recognised the words. It couldn't be the same guy, this man was much too young, even younger than she was in fact, but...
'Where's the girl?' she snapped, pushing back the panic.
'Who? Oh, don't worry about her, it's amazing what you can get little kids to do if you tell them you'll hurt their mommy.' He smiled and ran a finger down the side of her face. 'My, you're just as pretty as he said... I like it.' Suddenly he punched her in the stomach, hard, and as she bent over and gagged, threw her down onto the stained concrete. She tried to sit up, to turn on her side, but in a flash he was on top of her, tearing at her clothing.
'No, get off me, ELLIOT! ELLIOT HELP ME! HELP-'
He slapped her hard across the face. She could taste blood in her mouth.
'Shut up, bitch, he told me all about you, don't you think it's fair that I get to see for myself just how sweet you are?' The man tore the front of her shirt open. 'Little whore.'
Olivia took a deep breath and kneed him in the stomach. The grip of the hand that pinned her arms to the floor weakened as he gasped in pain, and in that second she was on her stomach, wriggling away from him as he swore. Then he was on her again, wrenching her over onto her back, punching her in the face.
'You little bitch, I'll fucking kill you!'
'ELLIOT!'
'SHUT UP!' He slapped her again, harder, then pulled a knife and held it to her throat. 'Hold the fuck still, you little whore, or I'll cut your slut neck right here.'
All around her she could see the others laughing and mocking and jeering and getting off on this what he was doing
Olivia swallowed hard and tried not to cry.
A/N Another short one, I'm sorry, I have 101 other things going on right now! Let me know what you think and whether it's worth it too keep on going. (in the next few chapters there will be a lot more Elliot, if that helps =))