Chapter 3- The trap

She bend her head a little to the side, "So how about you untie me then-" she took a breath, "I know men like you want a struggle." Her voice was slinky, her lips forming a slightly smile.

He hastily approached her vulnerable frame on the bed and grabbed her hair. He yanked her head back as hard as he could and leaned in close. Olivia cried out in pain when he pulled her yet so aching head backwards. "You really think I'm a foul, huh?" he growled. Her eyes flashing with hate at his. He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, "Oh detective-" he started and led go of her head, pushing it forward by doing so, "you won't be looking like this anymore when I'm done with you."

She breathed heavily and turned her head to the side, she didn't want to look at him right now. "What is it? Haven't got to say anything more?" he leaned against the dresser and looked at her for a moment. "I know what you're thinking-" he started and crossed his arms on his chest. "You still believe you can trick me, you are still thinking that the inevitable isn't going to happen to you."

She finally looked back at him. "What do you want? What do you really want from me?" Obviously this was personal.

He took a few steps forward. "Sweetheart-" he lightly grabbed her chin with two fingers, "it's quite simple: I want you to suffer." he grinned at her.

The words left his lips and a harsh shiver went down her spine. Her mind was racing. Did she know him? Did she has a history with him as a suspect, as a perp. "No." he laughed as if he could read her mind. "We haven't met yet, you possibly can't know me." Now brushing his fingers through her blood stained hair. She flinched away only to look straight back up at him again.

"I never imagined you, begging me to rape you when I took that girl. I intended to take both of you. First I would have fun with that sweet young one. You know- warming up before getting to the real fun." He licked his lips. "At first I wasn't sure when Michael put me into this, but when I saw you for the very first time I knew this was gonna be fun." He smirked at her. "I've been watching you for quite a while, since then it was so easy to trap you."

She narrowed her eyes, her brain slowly processing that it was all about her. Her mind flew back to where all this started.

-Earlier that day...

Olivia stepped out of the building, taking a deep breath. It was a wonderful morning, the sun was shining with no clouds on the sky. She took a quick glance at her watch: 8:49 am. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning so she decided to order something as soon as she would arrive at home. Cooking was never a pleasure for her as there are a bunch of delivery services in her neighborhood, she could easily have some Chinese food brought to her apartment.

She jumped in her car, started the engine and fought her way through the traffic home. Another 30 minutes later she spotted a parking lot right in front of her apartment building. She was happy about the parking lot nearby the entrance. She led out a sigh, when she finally shut down the engine. She was so tired. She grabbed the keys and walked into her building. Now waiting impatiently for the elevator, she rubbed her head again- a headache was slowly growing in her sleeve. When the doors finally opened she stepped in and pressed #4 for her floor. Exhausted she leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment.

The elevator doors opened again and Olivia opened her eyes. Just before she stepped out, she noticed that the light on her floor number was still shining. She looked up just to make sure in which floor the elevator had stopped- 3th floor. She sighed and took a step back, pushing the button of her floor again so the doors would finally close. "There you go." She mumbled when she watched the doors move together. While watching she noticed something odd on the wall across from her. Intuitive she quickly reached out to stop the doors from closing.

The hallway was empty when she stepped out, absolute silence. A weird feeling started to grow deep inside of her, her senses telling her something was off. She went over to the wall, now standing in front of what she'd spotted. A few small blood drops covered the woodened ground of the hallway. It wasn't much blood and she might wouldn't have seen it if something else wouldn't have caught her eye. She bent down to pick up a white little card, the corner had already being soaked with blood. She carefully flipped it over just to recognize her name on it- it was one of her calling cards. Instantly she felt for her weapon on her waist, quickly unbutton the holster while she took a glance around her. The hallway was still empty, not a noise could be heard. Olivia stood up, her hand was still on her holstered weapon when she moved her head only enough to take a look around the corner.

A glimpse of sunlight throw light on the dark hallway, which was only softly lit by an old light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The light was coming from a slightly opened door almost at the end of the hallway. Olivia checked twice the corridor she was now on- slowly closing the distance between her and the door.

She should have drawn her gun but for some reason she did not, bringing her in that situation she was now in. She hadn't been carful enough, she'd led her guard down. Anger was rising in her and again she blamed herself for being too trusting, for being too naïve.

As soon as she reached the door, it was torn open and before she could even react someone was holding a gun to her head, pulling her inside only milliseconds after.

Now she knew that it had been Michael who aimed his gun at her for the first time, but still she didn't know what all this was about. "What about the kids? What do you need them for?" Olivia asked the man in front of her.

"Naah-" he waved his hand, "-they are some stepchildren of Michael, but his only interest his Maggie- their mother." He shrugged his shoulders, "-that's none of my business."

"Let them go then. They have nothing to do with all this." She said.

He chuckled and lowered his head by doing so, "Oh Olivia-" he started and walked over to her. "You haven't yet stopped thinking like a cop, have you?" He was now standing in front of her. "Maybe you should less wonder about them and rather start thinking about what you have to do with all this." He smirked.

Just when she wanted to say something he pushed her back down to the bed. Olivia struggled against his hand but she had less chances. His hand remained on her when he hopped on the bed as well, bringing himself on top of her body. "Get off me!" she screamed.

It didn't seem to bother him much and he reached out for her face, pushing a strand of hair aside. Olivia turned her head away instantly. He moved his mouth only inches above her skin to her ear. "Just keep going, sweetheart." He whispered into her ear and bite softly into her earlobe. She twitched her head away, freeing her face from his.

He grinned at her reaction, "Oh lord- I love this." He muttered while he lend his head into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.

"Don't touch me!" she hissed, wriggling underneath the weight of his body.

He looked up at her amused, "Do you really think you are in position to give orders?" he laughed.

She felt his growing erection in his jeans and turned her head away- she closed her eyes, squeezed them tightly shut. She wasn't going to show any weakness. But the knowing that he was right- that he was so damn right made her panic inside. He was in charge and right now she had no idea how to escape this torture. Her hands were tied together and he was sitting on top of her. She could barely move- how should she fight him off. She opened her eyes, blinking the tears away.

"You don't have to do this." She said. Her voice sounded strong and confident. "Nothing happened so far- you can still leave." It was a poor try to convince him to leave her alone but in this moment she didn't know what else to say.

He grabbed her chin roughly and turned her head straight, facing him. "-but I want to." He simply said and kissed her on the mouth, earning a loud muffled protest from her. With his iron grip on her chin she had no chance to resist. She pressed her lips together and tried to shake her head as good as his grip would let her. The feeling of helplessness, of desperation and of guiltiness were all there at once. She had sworn herself to never let her guard down and feel like this again and still here she was. "You are so sexy." He muttered- his hands wandering across her body.

"Get your goddamn hands off of me!" Olivia growled at him. She tried to free herself with all strength her body had left for her, shaking and wriggling her body away from him. Her gaze was filled with hate.

He punched her in the face, leaving a gash on her cheekbone. The impact of the stroke made her head roll to the left side. She cried out in pain and couldn't suppress a small sob afterwards. How much more of this could her body take? "Don't dare telling me once more what to do!" he warned her, his eyes connected with hers. He pulled out the gun and pointed it at Olivias face. She looked at him, her eyes filled with terror. "Give me one reason." He moved the gun to her forehead. Her heart raced, her body froze making her speechless.

"Yeah-" he sighed, "I already thought so." He simply said, sounding even a bit disappointed.

He placed the gun next to her head, ready to grab it if necessary. He bent back down, rudely kissing her again. Olivia twisted her head away, facing her gun now. There it was, her security- her way out of this, so close and yet so far. The weapon was meant to protect her and now it was used against her. Olivia couldn't held it anymore and a tear ran down her cheek. Was this it? She thought as her mind wafted away to a better place.

TBC

I hope you like this Chapter more since you haven't reviewed to my last Chapter. :/

Maybe you've wondered about where the story sets in. To be honest, I don't know. But in my story, the whole Lewis thing didn't happen yet- so maybe the story sets in around season 10-12.

I will update soon. (=