Okay here's Chapter 3, enjoy! I'll try to make this one longer.

Chapter 3

When Olivia opened her eyes, she found herself clamping the shut again. She took a deep breath then opened them again, slower this time, only to see Richard lying on the bed next to her.

A huge wave suddenly flushed through her and she threw herself up and off the bed. Pain swept all over her body and in intimate places, that broke her heart, she never thought that she would be a victim. She didn't think she'd allow it. She crawled along the floor a little but a new wave flushed across her and she threw up onto the floor.

She felt more sick when she realised she had nothing on but underwear, what was left of it. She grabbed her robe form off the end of the bed and painfully pulled it on, the slowly and shakily pulled herself up and started to creep out of the room, not wanting to wake Richard.

She managed to get out of the bedroom, she wanted to make her way to the door, but that had failed last time and she needed urgent help. She saw the phone on the floor in front of her. She fell to the floor and picked it up and pressed 2, speed dial for Elliot's mobile.

She didn't see or hear Richard getting up off of the bed behind her.

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Elliot paced through the kitchen. He was already late picking up Olivia and he knew she wouldn't be impressed by it either. 'This is probably her' he thought as he moved towards his ringing phone, that was spinning in small circles to due to vibration mode being on as well.

He was using a cloth to brush of Cheerios that the twins had decided to start a food fight with, despite his pleas not to. "That's the last time you two get Cheerios for breakfast!" he yelled before picking up his phone, and continuing to brush of the cereal that was stuck to him.

"I know Liv, I'm running late, the twins decided it would be fun to start a Cheerio only food fight, and you know me, I like toast." He could hear the twins giggling in the next room.

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Olivia was gasping for breath. "Elliot…" she rushed but paused as she felt the cold nuzzle of a gun in her lower back. Richard was awake and that was probably her gun. "Tell him your sick, so you're not coming in today… Do it, NOW!" Richard spat out at her through gritted teeth.

"Liv?" Olivia could hear Elliot, but she was thinking over her options; warn Elliot Richard was here and try to tell him all the horrid things he had done to her and probably be dead by the time he got to her anyway, or tell him everything was fine and put up with more torture. "Elliot, sorry I err…" she still couldn't decide, she wasn't sure how much more of him she could bare.

"You tell him I'm here and I will finish up here with you and be on the road to Kathy and the kids before he's even halfway here. How would you feel with that on your conscious Olivia? I've seen Kathy, yum and those girls…" Richard muttered again through clenched teeth, but was careful enough not to let Elliot hear him.

The words escaping his lips knocked Olivia sick, Kathy and the kids where like her family and she put up with Richards shit for weeks if it meant they never had to feel an ounce of pain.

"Liv are you okay?" Elliot asked his voice full of concern.

Richard pushed the gun into her back, prompting her to speak. "Err no, you know I really didn't…sleep much last night and I feel really, really rough. I can't come in today, I'd only slow you guys down on the case and we need to catch this scum bag so I can personally give him the needle.

Inside she was smiling from what she had said, she had meant every word, and she'd love to give this prick the needle. However she was slightly scarred shitless of what the repercussions were going to be. Her eyes were full of tears and it took all of her energy not to let Elliot hear them in her voice when she spoke.

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Elliot stood in his kitchen, a puzzled look on his face. Olivia never took a day off, even if it meant she was throwing up into a bag on the way to a perp or suspect's house, or even the precinct, something wasn't right. "Are you sure Liv? I'm worried about you." He was waiting for her usual reply of 'You worried about me Ell?'

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Olivia knew he must know that something was wrong. He always said the there would be a national holiday issued to the day when Olivia Benson willingly took a day off. "Yea I'm fine, thanks for asking." She said as tear overflowed and ran down her cheek.

"I'll see you later Elliot." She said as she hung up the phone.

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Elliot closed his phone and looked around the kitchen, something was not right. "Kathy!!" he said as he turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

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Olivia looked at the phone for a moment, like if she did it would miraculously phone Elliot back and tell him itself that she was in danger and needed him. She continued at it even as her head yelled 'never going to happen!' at her. Suddenly she was forced up by Richard, his spiny fingers digging into the flesh on her arms.

From a strength that came from Lord only knows where, she swung round and threw a great left hook into the side of his face. She was sure it would have knocked him to the floor if she'd had her full strength.

However he quickly regained his footing and looked at her. She knew he was about to smack her so she tried to throw another left hook, but he grabbed her arm and sharply twisted it up her back, twisting her body further with his other arm. She screamed out in pain as she felt it crunch and then snap.

He suddenly let go of her, pushing her as he did. She did a running fall before crashing down into the glass coffee table she had treated herself to recently, with some rainy day money. She regretted it now as it shattered around her body.

She glanced down at her body, pain every where, she didn't know where to start pulling out shards of glass first. There were dozens, all different sizes and all penetrating her skin, each one stinging. 'Suck it up Liv' she thought as she reached down to the biggest shard, that was jutting out of her hip, and pulled it out.

She could feel herself starting to spin, she tried to get up but, when she put her hands down, they were cut by the glass. Suddenly the task was taken from her as Richards yanked her up by her hair. He forced her down onto her couch, her face pressed down into the material and it muffled her screams.

She started to sob as she heard him unzip his trousers, within seconds he was painfully thrusting himself into her. She wanted to pass out again, but this time even with the immense amount of pain she was in fate was not being so kind. She gripped the couch in her hands trying to bare the pain she was in, that too was not being so kind.

TBC

I know I said it would be longer, but I think that's a good place to leave it at for now. So will Elliot realise and get to her before it's too late. Time is running out for Olivia. Next chapter has Cragen, Fin, John and Alex in it as well. I like Cassey, but I like Alex more for this story.

Please, please, please R&R.