Chapter Two
In the distance, she heard a cell door creak open. She tried to lift her head to see who it was, but her neck hurt too much, a result of three hours of nonstop beatings.
"So, Detective, are you ready to talk yet?" asked the man standing over Olivia, who was bound with her hands above her head.
"No way in hell." She knew what she was doing would end up costing her dearly, but she was only giving fair warning to the man standing over her.
"We both know you'll end up changing your mind before long," said her captor, as he bent down, took a hold of Olivia's wrist and bent it until it gave a sicken snap.
"That's for being the defiant little bitch you are. I wouldn't put it past you to find a way to find trouble. You have quite the reputation, Detective. But, what do you expect for a detective who went out by herself without her partner."
Again, Olivia had nothing to say. She knew what he said was true. She should have had her partner with her, but she insisted to go it alone. She'd gone on many assignments by herself, and made it back alive. This time, though, she probably wouldn't make it out alive.
"You're not very talkative tonight are you?" asked the captor again as he started throwing kicks at Liv's stomach. She could feel with each kick her ribs breaking. The captor stopped as Olivia groaned and gasped for breath.
"Are you going to tell me where the files are, or do you need a little more convincing?" asked the captor.
"I...have no idea where the f-files are," said Olivia between breaths as she tried to take in another breath, but it hurt her to breath the way she was now. In the back of her mind, she was wondering how much longer she was going to be able to last. She knew the beatings were only just beginning. Just how much more was she going to be able to take before they finally killed her or she was miraculously rescued?
"Enough with the bull shit, Benson. We both know a detective like you has close-ties with the feds. Where are the files?" the captor said with yet another bone-snapping kick to Olivia's ribs.
"I haven't seen them since your trial," she said before being kicked in the side of the face. She could feel her teeth part company with her gums and she could taste blood.
So that was a bold-faced lie. A select few, Olivia included, had seen the files. Cragen gave Olivia the files for safe keeping who, in turn, gave the files to Elliot to keep. Now, she was grateful she did. The files wouldn't do her any good here. It did, however, give both of them an advantage: her captors knew she had seen the files, but they didn't know she actually had them.
"Enough with the fucking lies. You're a good liar, Detective, but we know you're hiding something. And since you're not telling us willingly, we'll have to beat it out of you," he said, as he aimed another kick at Liv's face, this time breaking her nose and spraying blood everywhere. Olivia Benson said nothing.
After what seemed like a beating that would never end, Olivia was tossed into an empty cell. Her badly broken wrist throbbing in pain and her newly broken nose still bleeding badly. No matter how tough she was, no matter how defiant she was, they were still determined to make her talk. She wasn't going to make it too much more here, even if the beatings stopped. She was going to die here, in this tiny cell.