CHAPTER 4

Elliot slowly opens his eyes. The sun is shining brightly through the east window. Everything seems cloudy; his mind, his sight, his thoughts. As his vision clears, so does his memory. He looks over at the bed. "Oh! There she is. What has he done to her?" She has blood on her face, hands, and thighs. She is starting to stir.

"Liv. Liv." He whispers, hoping this bring her out of the fog her mind is in. All of a sudden the door swings open and in walks Harris. He goes straight toward Olivia. He starts to cover her eyes with duct tape. Elliot watches, terrified of what he is going to do to her. Harris then walks to Elliot and covers his mouth with the tape.

"Oh we are going to have some fun today! You!" pointing his gun toward Elliot. "You will do what I tell you or she dies! Do you understand?" Harris then points his gun at Olivia and Elliot nods yes.

"Who else is here? Lowell what are you doing?" Olivia asks, terrified.

"Olivia, don't worry about it. It is going to be a great day for you. You are going to get everything you've always wanted. And everything I have always wanted for you.' Harris' words were cold. She knew she was in grave danger and could only prayer that Harris killed her sooner than later so she wouldn't have to endear anymore of his torture.

Since she couldn't see her mind started to wander. She wished she would be able to see Elliot one more time, to tell him how much she really loved him. Her thoughts were all about him, until she heard Harris' voice once more, talking to whomever else was now in the room with them.

Harris unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. He pulled his pants down and got on top of Olivia. "Enjoy the show" Harris says, looking over at Elliot. Harris looks back at Olivia, cupping her breasts in his hands. He leans over and starts to suck them, first her right, then her left. He slides his hand between her legs, spreading them apart. He shoves his fingers in her, then his gun barrel, then himself. He is extremely rough and violent in every action, causing Olivia to cry out in pain. Harris erupts inside herand crashed to the bed next to her, exhausted.

Harris lays there for only a few moments. Her then gets up and walks over to Elliot. Harris untied one of Elliot's arms and undressed it, then the other. Same with Elliot's legs. He had big plans for these two that there was no wasting time. Elliot is now completely naked as he is tied to the chair.

"I am going to untie you. Any funny business and you both will die." Harris unties Elliot but cuffs his hands together before Elliot could even think of throwing a punch. He walks Elliot over to Olivia.

"Get on top of her!" Harris instructs. Elliot wants to protest but sees Harris's gun next to Olivia's head. Elliot got on top of her and Harris cuffs his right hand to the bed, just as Olivia's left is.

"Fuck her!" Elliot looked at Harris. "Fuck her I said! Do it like I wasn't here. Fulfill your fantasy with her. Do it! Make it good. I wanna enjoy the show!" Harris stepped back and watched. Elliot knew that this would at least buy some time with Harris. He had to do it or Olivia was dead. He justified it, thinking better him than Harris. He already hated himself for what he was about do to, about to do to his best friend, the one he loved more than anything. "NOW!" Harris screamed.

Elliot took his free hand and slowly caressed her, sliding his hand down the side of her face, onto her breast. Massaging gently, he hoped she knew that at this moment, she was safe from Harris. Elliot slid his hand over her tight stomach, then slowly between her legs. He could feel Harris' deposit on her and it made him sick. She was starting to cry. He so wanted to tell her it was him, she was breaking his heart, knowing he was the cause of her tears. He was hard. He was always hard around Olivia, no matter what situation they were in. He looked over at Harris. He was pleasuring himself as he watched. Elliot turned back to look at Olivia, the tears staining her beautiful face. He parted her legs with his, gently poking at her entrance, despising himself more and more with every movement. He entered her slowly. She whimpered in pain. A tear ran down Elliot's cheek as he looked up at the ceiling. His pumping started slow but increased with each thrust, each time going deeper and deeper inside her. And each time causing her to whimper in fear and pain.

"Alright! Enough!" Harris exclaimed. He had gotten his job done. "Olivia, I'm proud of you. No begging or crying. You stayed quiet like a good little girl!

Harris left them as they were and walked out of the room. Elliot licked his lips, trying to loosen the tape.

"Liv" he whispered into her ear as the tape loosened.

"EL?" she whispered back, starting to cry. She was so overwhelmed with emotion, knowing he was here.

"We are going to get out of this. Don't worry. Close your eyes, I'm going to peel the tape off." With his free hand, he slowly pulled the tape off. She looked into his eyes and the tears started flowing uncontrollably.

"It was you?" Elliot shook his head yes.

Harris walked back into the room. "So you got the tape off, huh? That's fine. Now you can look into each others eyes when I kill you." Harris walks over and cuffs Elliot to bring him back to his chair. He ties Elliot back up, then pistol whips him. Harris then goes to Olivia and does the same. As he is beating her, he sees something different about her, a look in her eyes. Harris knows this is because Elliot is there. He needs to take care of this problem.