Author's notes: Yeah since I got such sweet reviews and all that I decided I would go ahead and post this chapter. I'm sort of hyped up from a smoothie that I had at like 8 with the wife. Holy shit man. I need one of these before I do my workouts. That thing was amazing. I was running around my house with my dog for a long time and I wasn't even tired. It's crazy. Anyways, since my pretty wife is upstairs conked out in the bed thanks to her painkillers I'm chilling out in my living room with my dog and the cats. I have nothing better to do at the moment but write and well the hyper smoothie made me go ahead and post this. I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with it but maybe you guys will be. I dunno. Let me know what you think like always.

Chapter 1:

The loud crash from the room brought Elliot to the doorway. He stood watching as the small Asian girl with dyed red hair pushed the machine out of the way. "Where is she?" He heard her demand. "Where's Livia?" She asked keeping the IV drip stand in her hands like some sort of weapon as she stared down a nurse.

Elliot frowned. They'd brought all the girls and boys at the manor with them out of there leaving no one behind but Olivia and this one, known only as Mitsuru seemed to be the only ones displaying any signs of harm. Mitsuru's arm was bandaged where she'd tried to hit one of the SWAT team members and had gotten her arm hurt for her troubles. He hated that she'd been hurt. Truly it had broken his heart to know that these girls and boys were so far gone that they believed the woman keeping them hostage was better for them than being free.

"Calm down Mitsuru. That's your name right?" Elliot asked as he stepped into the room. He ducked as she swung the drip stand at him ignoring the nurse for the moment.

"That's right. My name is Mitsuru. Now answer my question. Where is Livia?" She asked her dark eyes were a bit wild as she stared at him.

She was quite lovely. Her skin looked like tea with milk poured into it. Her beautifully dyed red hair hung down her back in thick waves which must've taken a hairdresser hours to get to sit right on what he was sure was bone straight hair. Her eyes were beautifully almond shaped atop a slightly upturned nose and large pretty pouty lips. She was tiny and petite but swung a mean drip stand as was apparent by the fight she was putting up.

"She's next door. She's fine. The doctors are treating her now." Elliot promised.

"Treating her for what? Unless you goons inflicted some sort of injury on her the way you did me. We were fine until you idiots broke into our home and drug us out." Mitsuru spoke angrily.

"You weren't fine. You were slaves, prisoners." Elliot stared at her in shock.

Mitsuru laughed and shook her head, "Is that what you think? Yes we were servants but we were loved and cared for. None of us showed any signs of abuse did we? We were happy. Livia was happy. Mistress will be home next week and what is she going to find? That her beloved pet and her servants that adored her and that she adores are missing? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"We rescued you all from your abuser. And Livia is a human being not some spoiled dog."

Mitsuru shook her head lowering the drip stand. "You have made a huge mistake. If nothing else she'll come for Livia. Livia is her most precious possession."

"She's a human being!" Elliot roared.

"And she was very well cherished and loved. She won't speak to you will she? She won't tell you anything. None of us will. So let us go home. And leave us in peace."

3 Years Ago:

Olivia awoke in a dark room. She jerked sitting up as she looked around. The last thing she remembered was going over their case with Elliot at the precinct and then heading home. She'd gone to bed only to be awoken by her buzzer going off then stopping then starting again. Remembering the neighborhood kids playing pranks like this she'd shot out of bed grabbed her gun and ran down the stairs figuring she'd frighten the little punks. She vaguely recalled the pain of something hitting her in the back of the head and then all went black.

She reached up touching her aching head trying to figure out just how she'd gotten there when a little sniffle drew her attention towards the flat surface she'd been laying on. She turned and found herself coming face to face with a pretty little girl that appeared to be only about four at the most. She had a head full of dark curls and pretty blue eyes that shined with fear as she stared back at Olivia.

Olivia opened her mouth to say something when a meaty hand slapped her in the back of the head. "No talking you stupid animal."

She cursed which caused another slap as she turned and glared at the man now holding a large gun in his hands staring down at her. Where the hell was she? And how did she get here? Before she could ask the gun crashed into her temple and then to the back of her head. The world blackened and she willingly gave herself to the darkness.

When the beautiful brunette awoke again it was no longer dark in the cell. She shivered and twisted feeling weight on her right side which made her panic. She jerked and whimpered when her head felt like it would explode. She reached up touching tenderly at the back of her head and pulling her hand back when she felt the warm liquid dripping onto it. She stared at it horrified not even sure what the red stuff was.

A little sniffle brought her attention back to the weight on her side. She looked down as big blue eyes opened and stared up at her before the girl sat up. The little one bit her lip staring at her wearily before speaking very quietly. "Why did you talk?" She asked so softly it almost couldn't be heard in the dark dank cavernous room. The brunette shook her head staring at the little girl bewildered.

The little one sighed, "I'm Elaine. What's your name?" She asked.

The brunette opened and closed her mouth shaking her head and then whimpering at the sensation.

"You don't have one?" The little girl now known as Elaine asked.

The brunette shook her head whimpering once again at the pain. She reached up touching it again as tears began to flow down her face.

"It's okay. I cried to when I first got here but you can't cry. They get mad when you cry and then they hurt you. You gotta be quiet, like a mouse. So just hush. I'll call you Libby. Is that okay?"

The brunette now known as Libby nodded and then whimpered.

"SHUT UP IN THERE!" An angry loud male voice erupted as the door to what Libby now realized was a cell was pulled open. "If you two value your lives you'll hush this damn racket!" The angry man with the gun was back.

Libby whimpered and curled around Elaine trying to protect her much smaller cellmate.

"Well it doesn't matter to me if you two live. Boss will be pissed since he wants to sell you two as a duo. Pretty little thing and her pretty big sister. You two will make him a lot of money." The man leered at them and Libby twisted trying to hide Elaine behind her frame. "Of course if you don't shut the hell up and I have to get rough again you two won't be worth anything. It'll be your own damn fault too. You know if he doesn't sell you we'll just have to get rid of you. Shame too. You two surely are pretty."

Elaine whimpered in fear and Libby flinched as she thought of the beefy man trying to kill them. She twisted and hid Elaine behind her as the man left leaving them back in the darkness with only the light from a boarded up window that had a small tiny hole in one corner as their only light source.

Author's Ending Notes: I think it's too damn choppy. I feel like it sort of cuts out and then back and shit but I wanted to get this part over with quick so meh. Just sort of think of it like Livia reminiscing while Mitsuru is arguing with Elliot. That's what I was trying to go for anyways. So yeah sorry I have to explain myself but I felt like I would anger everyone for the choppiness if I didn't. Anyways, let me know what you think yeah?