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His hands made their way up and down her legs, slowly. He used both his fingers and the gun to draw the lines down her thighs, as he toyed with her.

She felt as if it had been days with the man, when in reality it had been maybe two hours. But it was two hours of pure torture as the man played with her emotions and her body.

"You're more beautiful in person than Lewis described you." Sutton told her as he moved himself up her body, the gun in his hand now running across her neck.

Olivia said nothing in return. She hadn't said anything at all, not since she stepped foot in her apartment. If she were to retort back to his disgusting remarks it would only show him that he was affecting her and the more affect he thought he had on her the more he would push her to places she hoped she would never return to.

"Maybe we should start having a little more fun?" Sutton smirked, the same smirk that Lewis had given her. He softly moved the tip of the gun across her cheek again.

He smirked at her when she no longer responded to his taunting. He knew he was finally breaking her. He could see it in her eyes.

"Now this is when you beg." Lewis told Olivia.

And with one swift move he shoved the tip of his gun into her mouth with one hand, while he used the other hand to hold her head still.

Lewis had gotten more than mad when Olivia had started to taunt him with his manhood. She told me him he hadn't done anything to her because he couldn't handle a real woman. And she had pushed him just a little too far.

"How about now? You still think I can't handle you?" Lewis shoved the gun in farther.

Olivia grunted in response. She tried to speak, but couldn't.

"What was that? Do you have something to say now?" Lewis laughed. "Maybe now you're ready to beg me."

He slid the gun out of her mouth just enough to let her speak. "Please. I want to live. I'll do anything." She begged, just as he had hoped she would.

"That's what I thought." Lewis spat at her.

That was one of the worst moments she had shared with Lewis, a moment that made her feel weak and vulnerable and absolutely hopeless. And now looking at the evil smirk that played across Sutton's face, she was worried that these moments would be just as bad.

"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" Sutton pulled the gun back and watched as Olivia's expression changed, and now he could see the fear she had been trying so hard to hide.

She still gave no answer, though.

And Sutton didn't need an answer. He didn't need her permission, all he cared about in that moment was satisfying himself.

"Why don't we get all of those clothes off of you, see if you're the real woman I was told you were." Sutton suggested, although he held the power to do just that.

He laid the gun down so he would have both hands free. He threw Olivia's cuffed hands, so they were above her head, giving him access to unbutton her shirt. He was slow and methodical, making sure to not miss a button and not miss an opportunity to touch Olivia in just a way to make her cringe every time. By the time he had gotten to the last button of her blouse, Olivia had forgotten what the thin fabric had been hiding from her attacker. And her breath immediately hitched in her throat as he opened the fabric revealing her swollen stomach.

"Oh… What do we have here?" He laid his hands on her unborn child, moving them so he felt every square in inch of abdomen.

Olivia almost said something, when he got up from the bed. He didn't leave, but he simply stood over her, looking at her as if she was a slab of meat and he was a hungry, rabid dog. His eyes were filled with excitement at his new discovery.

"This makes it so much better." Sutton laughed out loud at his revelation. "I'm getting two for the price of one."

"Please." Olivia whispered her plea.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Sutton pounced back on top of her, the gun he had left lying on the bed instantly back in his hand and aimed at Olivia.

"Please, don't do this. Please." Her lips quivered as she spoke.

It was happening again, just like it had with Lewis. This time, though, she wasn't asking for her own life to be spared. The only person she cared about was her innocent, unborn child.

But there was no time for a response from Sutton, before they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Brian, Olivia thought. She had forgotten about his text message earlier. A wave of hope ran through her and she did the only logical thing.

Olivia's scream filled the room. "HELP!"

But Sutton acted fast. He took the gun that was aimed at Olivia and smashed it against her face. "Shut up, bitch." He yelled at her, a look of panic showed for just a moment on his face. He was stuck.

"Who the hell is it?" Sutton asked.

"I don't know." Olivia struggled to tell the lie with the gun now shoved in her mouth. He couldn't know that she knew exactly who was on the other side of her door, or he would use it as leverage.

The knocking continued, this time harder and faster. Brian had to have heard Olivia's scream.

Sutton started to move quickly. He grabbed Olivia and moved her to end of the bed. He unlocked her handcuffs, only to hook her arms around one of the posts on her bed and re-locked the cuffs.

He looked at her the gun aimed at her face. "One move, one sound, and it's light out."

The familiar phrase sent a chill down her spine. Lewis wasn't even alive and he still had a grasp on both Olivia and Sutton.

With the last words he knew would make Olivia freeze, Sutton left the room. Olivia could hear his footsteps from the bedroom to the door, but they stopped and she could hear the slight creak of the front door as it was opened.

Sutton tried to act as if nothing was wrong as he confronted the man on the other side of the door.

But the man looked at him, as if he knew something was off. "Who the hell are you?" Brian asked.

He had texted Olivia she said he could come over and they had broken up less than a month ago; there was no way she had already found someone new. Especially with the baby, that was her priority and Brian knew the last thing Liv would do is find come random guy to move on with.

"That doesn't matter." Sutton answered and immediately revealed the gun he had been holding behind his back.

"What the hell?" Brian reached for his own gun, holstered to his belt. "Where is Olivia?"

"Oh I don't think you need to worry about her." Sutton told him.

But Brian didn't believe him. He had heard the sound of a scream earlier. And with just a single look at the man aiming a gun at him he knew whatever was going on, was not good. "Where is Olivia? What did you do to her?"

"I just really don't think that's any of your business." And with those words, Sutton lunged at Brian.

All the while Olivia struggled against the cuffs, even though she knew it was a lost cause, there was no way she was getting herself free.

However, her thoughts of freedom ceased as soon as she heard the yelling from the living room. She knew the voices were Brian's and Sutton's, but she couldn't make out a single word they were saying. And then it was silent, until Olivia heard a crash, something falling to the floor and breaking. Brian was trying to fight him off, Olivia thought to herself. And all she could hope was that he would take Sutton down.

Olivia's hopes were crushed within minutes though. The sound of the men fighting had ceased and it was replaced with noises much worse.

Three gunshots rang through the apartment. Their loud bangs making Olivia jump.

And then silence. She could hear nothing. No voices, no fighting. The only sound left was the haunting echo of the gunshots that played in her head.