Thanks for all the reviews. Sorry this has taken so long.

This is a rather short chapter but it will reveal a major clue as to who the rapist is, lets see how many of you can work it out. I think you all might get it though.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Chapter 8

2 days later

Olivia was laid in bed. It was as black as a panther in her apartment, ironically any other time the streetlights outside flooded it with light. Not tonight. When she looked around she couldn't see a thing. She rolled over and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not that she could see it.

She couldn't sleep. She didn't want to. She looked at the clock next to her bed, lit up clear as day was 2.35am. She sighed and returned to staring back at the ceiling. However, after a minute or so she quickly realized she needed her sleep. She had to be up early for work, even if work was only ass duty at her desk. She sighed again and rolled over onto her stomach.

She pulled a pillow from beneath her head and instead held it over her head, trying to hide from the noise of her apartment, the dark, the world.

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It didn't take much to wake her from the light sleep she had fallen into. In fact it was only a dripping tap, a dripping tap that hadn't been dripping when she had fallen asleep.

She lay there for a moment, just listening. She knew the tap hadn't been dripping earlier. She couldn't help but wonder why it was now. They never dripped. She quickly checked the clock next to her bed, it was flashing four zeros. Something it only did when it had been unplugged and then plugged back in.

She sat up in bed and continued listening, finding it difficult over the pounding of her heart. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a floorboard creak, right at the end of her bed. She studied the corner where the sound had come from. It took a moment to become clear but when it did the tall shadowy figure she saw scared the shit out of her.

She wanted to move but her body was like lead, frozen. Suddenly she had no choice, the figure launched forward, moving fast, pinning her beneath it before she could even try to move. Her lungs were being crushed so she could hardly breathe. She certainly couldn't scream.

The figure moved above her, only so they could rip the blankets from between their bodies. Olivia, however, used the opportunity to scream, finally able to get some air into her lungs. "HELP!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs.

A hand slapped down over her mouth. "Shut-up bitch!" an angry voice growled at her.

Something in her recognized the voice, but from where she couldn't remember, mostly because her mind was racing with a million thoughts, all of which came back to one conclusion, that she was about to be killed and raped. She hoped in that order if she couldn't get away somehow.

She managed to bite down on the hand that covered her mouth. Her attacker sat up, growling in pain. Using as much strength as her painful arms could, she made a fist and aimed right for their face, where ever she got them it worked, they fell right off her and onto the floor, groaning in pain.

She quickly got to her feet and dove off her bed. She wasn't, however, expecting her attacker to grab her ankle, but they did. They sent her crashing to the floor, her face connected with the hard wooden floor. The taste of blood quickly filled her mouth, she was sure she'd bitten the inside of her cheek or her tongue, it all felt numb as hell.

She pushed herself onto her hands and knees, crying out as stabbing pain hit her, she knew that was her ribs for sure. She'd just reached the living room and was trying to reach up to grab the phone when she felt something, or rather someone crash down on top of her.

"Get off me!" she screamed, her voice making a gurgling sound from all the blood that was in her mouth. "Help me!" she screamed.

Her attacker pushed down on her harder, making it hard for her to breathe again. She began to cry as she felt his hands grab the top of her sweat pants and pull them down a little. She suddenly felt a sharp pain, a scratch. There was no denying it felt like a needle, as she quickly began to feel drowsy she knew it must have been. They'd drugged her.

She wanted to say something but she felt like she had just gotten off a merry go round after having had five goes on it.

She felt warm breath against her neck as her attacker lent forward and whispered into her ear, "Looks like I finally caught you fish…"

TBC

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