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Chapter 7

Harris had thrown Olivia back into the small room and then left but not before fixing rope around her wrists and then fixing it to a rusty old pipe on the wall. There was no way she was getting out of this one. Even now though when she should have been trying to think of a way to escape all she could think of was the poor man who now lay dead outside thanks to her foolishness. She couldn't help but realize that she had made a deal with the devil and now she had to lay in the bed she had made.

She only glanced up as she heard the door open and saw Harris walk in. He had dumped his blood stained shirt, thanks to her busting his nose, again, and now just wore a simple black one. However it only helped to make him look more menacing. He had cleaned his nose up but she could still see a small cut on the bridge of his nose, surrounded by a faint bruise that she knew would only get darker. It gave her little satisfaction though. She would only be satisfied when she was looking at his rotting body.

She looked away but listened as he walked towards her, dragging his feet along the floor. "I'm a pretty reasonable man, but you have pissed me off more than any other whore as ever pissed me off and what really pisses me off..." he said as he grabbed her chin and turned her to face him "...is that you're hot as fuck and you're just like me. We'd be so good together." he said, the same smug smile plastered on his face.

She wanted to laugh in his face but she just didn't have the energy so instead she spat at him, hitting him right in the eye. He simply let go of her face and wiped his eye. She just stared at him, God how she wished she could just kill him here and now. She didn't care if she went to prison for the rest of her life for doing so either.

She was completely taken off guard as Harris smacked her across the face. A feeling she remembered all too well and one she had hoped never to feel again, not by his hand anyway. Before she even had a chance to take that in Harris had pushed her down flat on the bed and was pinning her body down with his own. His hands were all over her, snaking up and down her body and he tried to kiss her but she clamped her lips together, totally denying his tongue access.

He may have been rejected by her but e certainly wasn't about to give up. He began pulling at her clothes, tearing them form her body in peices.

"Get off me!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"I don't think so." Harris said playfully.

"Somebody help!" she yelled, hoping by some miracle someone might hear her cries.

She opened her mouth to scream again but this time Harris took the oppertunity to stick his tongue in. She almost gagged on it as he pushed it down her throat practically. She could feel his arousal against her body and it made her sick to think that if he wanted to, which he most likely did, he could penetrate her right here, right now. She knew she couldn't let that happen, she wouldn't let it happen. Using the upper half of her body she tried to push him off her. Every second of it hurt like hell but she didn't give up she kept tying. Harris finally pulled his tongue out of her mouth only to plant sloppy wet kisses over her face, lips and neck. She continued trying to push him off her until the pain became too much and she collapsed back down, crying out in pain.

Harris just remained on top of her, laughing at her failed attempt to stop him. "I should have kept you tied up in that basement, could of had a peice of this then." he said as he grabbed her between her legs.

"Get off of me! HELP!!" she screamed again.

"You can scream as loud as you want Olivia, no one's coming to help you." he said, taunting her with her fate.

He moved himself and crouched above her as he contiued pulling at her clothes till they were merely shreds of cloth covering her. He then began undoing he belt, quickly followed by unzipping his trousers. Seeing maybe her last oppertunity to stop him, she thrust her knee up and hit the target she was aiming for, Harris's manhood. He grunted and groaned in pain. He held himself and even rolled himself off her as he tried to get over the pain. Olivia quickly pushed herself up, her body hurting twice as much now, with more added injuries. Scratches from where Harris had clawed at her clothes and bruises on her lips from where he had kissed her so hard. She curled herself into the tightest ball she could one she hoped he wouldn't be able to break through.

Harris pushed himself up off the floor, his face was bright red with anger and pain. Using every bit of strenght he had he punched her right in the face, so hard her head flipped to the side, hitting the wall. She yelped in pain and straight away she could taste blood in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced his lips on hers, biting her bottome lip when she refused his tongue access to her mouth again. Once more she was able to taste the coppery flavour of her own blood in her mouth as blood from her lip pumped into her open mouth. Harris finally pulled away and pushed her away from him. She was finally able to spit out the blood from her mouth.

"You think that's gonna stop me, HA!" he yelled in her face. "There's more than one way to rape you Olivia and you'd be horrified at the things I would use." he spat at her.

She didn't doubt that and she certainly wasn't going to argue with him about it. He turned away and slowly staggered out, holding himself as he went. With him finally gone she sat there trying to get her breath back and her heart to stop pounding and trying not to cry the tears that so desperatley wanted to fall. This place was like a torture chamber and she just wanted out. She was exhausted and needed to sleep but she wouldn't dare close her eyes out of fear of what she would see when she opened them again, if she ever opened them again that was.

The lightbulb began to blink. She hadn't been afraid of the dark since she was two but now the thought of it going out scared the shit out of her. If that happened she wouldn't see Harris coming at her. She held her breath and prayed it would stay on, but it continued to blink as the water continued to dirp from it.

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Elliot was sat by Ashley's bed. He was praying she would wake up soon. He just knew she knew where Olivia was, he just wasn't sure if she would ever wake up to be able to tell him. She had after all suffered a pretty bad blow to the head. He sat there in silence just listening to the sound of the machines beeping, until his phone began to ring. He knew you were'nt supposed to answer them in hospitals but he did anyway.

"Stabler,"

"Elliot it's Don. We just found something pretty big."

"What?" Elliot asked. Behind him Fin walked in carrying two cups of coffee.

Harris called Olivia there's the start of a message but then she answered, the calls stopped there. The same number then rang her cell phone we checked it out and it belongs to Lowell."

"Can you get a trace from it?" he aksed.

"We're gonna try Elliot. So how is Ashley doing?" Cragen asked.

"Dr's say she's stable but not to expect her to wake up anytime soon. We're keeping our fingers crossed though." he said.

"As are we." Cragen replied, "Look we're gonna see if we can find anything else out. The thought of Olivia alone with him…well it isn't worth thinking about. For her sake though I hope my thoughts are wrong. l'll keep you updated." he said.

"Yea, same here." Elliot said before closing his phone over. He then just stood there looking out of the window at the rain. It was already going dark. He hated not knowing where Olivia was or if she was okay, or if she was even alive. He just prayed they would find her soon.

As he stood there staring at nothing in particular and lost in his own thoughts one of the nurses walked in. "Excuse me are you two police officers?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah. We're Detective's at the Manhattan SVU." Fin answered.

"Well we have a gun-shot patient nextdoor who is asking to talk to the police. He claims he got shot trying to help some woman at the docks. It could just be the med's he's on but he's pretty adament." she told them.

"Can we talk to him?" Elliot asked.

"Well he's still pretty weak. He had to have major surgery to save his life. We lost him a few times." she said.

"Please this is important, my partner is missing I have to know if it was her." Elliot said, practically begging the woman.

"Sir the chances..." the nurse began.

"I know," Elliot said impatiently "...but I have to check...please..." he said.

"Okay. Come on." she said, "but you have to try and keep it brief and don't let him get too excited." she warned them.

Both men quickly ran out of Ashley's room and into the one next-door.

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Back at the torture chamber Olivia sat there, still in the tight ball, so much so that her muscles had now locked that way and to try and move them would be excruciating. The light bulb still continued to flicker. She looked up at it just in time to see it blow, leaving her in complete darkness. She began to breathe heavily, unable to conrtol it, then like a small child who's nightlight had gone out leaving them in the dark and at risk from the monsters that came out of the dark, she began to cry, a real heartbroken and scared cry.

TBC

Poor Liv!

Yes it's the same guy at the hospital, he was a good samaritan I couldn't let him die, not that Olivia and Harris know that yet. LOL

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