A/N: Another short one I'm afraid. I'm not sure I like where it's going but hey, let's find out! I'll update it tomorrow at the same time as I do 'Aftermath' - promise!
June 2011
Olivia unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment she had once shared with her mother. It had been empty for some time, and it smelled stale. She knew that she really ought to sell it or rent it out, but so far had been unable to bring herself to commit to it. The building itself was almost empty now too; more tenants were leaving every week. Rats from a sinking ship, she thought, eyeing the mould on the ceiling. She took several steps inside, stopped as she heard the floor creak and felt someone behind her.
'Hello again, Miss Benson, do you remember me?' She froze as she heard the familiar voice and felt his breath on her ear. Forcing herself to shake it off, Olivia went for her gun but that pause was enough for him to grab her by the neck and pull her sharply backwards. She dropped her gun and he kicked it away . Suddenly she felt a blade against her throat. 'I remember you, bitch. I remember everything. Do you know what it's like, 15 years inside for something like that? I lost everyone. My family stopped visiting, then when I get out I find they've left the state. I've had a long time to think about it, you know, about you, and believe me, it's all I've thought about, all those years alone, surrounded by other men and those damn dyke COs...'
Miller trailed off, and she heard a small snicker. 'You know... you're far more beautiful than even I remembered... I'm glad I decided to give myself a chance to have some fun with you first.' Olivia cringed as he planted a sloppy wet kiss on the nape of her neck. 'I'm so glad you wore white for me... it seems so... appropriate.' He tightened his grip on her. 'Does that sound like fun, bitch?'
'Fuck you,' spat Olivia.
'Ah now, that's not nice,' he chided, and suddenly her head was yanked back and the knife replaced with his arm, holding her in a chokehold. She shivered as he began to softly trail the knife over her, breathing heavily in her ear. 'Just because that idiot the other day couldn't keep it in his pants... I think we'll leave the door open for now, shall we? I'm sure Mr Stabler would like to watch.' Her breath caught as he made the first long, shallow cut across her collarbone. 'Mmmm, now that was good, wasn't it?' He leaned in and sucked on her earlobe, and she inwardly retched. 'Has that got you all warmed up? It has me. My God, you have no idea how long I've thought about this, about YOU-' he dug the point of the knife into her shoulder, making her cry out '-so you can be damn sure I'll make sure to enjoy it before I'm done with you.'
Olivia swallowed a whimper.
At the far end of the hallway, Elliot heard her and started to run.