Chapter 4 – A promised call that never came

Meanwhile at the precinct:

"Fin, we got a hint." Elliot put down the phone, then turning around to Fin. "That was an employee of the hotel across the street, which saw a man following Tracy Mcadams leaving the building yesterday night."

Fin looked up at him still sitting on his desk. "So maybe we are lucky and he can give us a description." He said, now standing up. Elliot grabbed his jacket and took a step forward.

"Yes hopefully." He said and watched his coworker grab his jacket.

He hadn't worked with Fin often lately but he had to confess that they were a good team together. It had been Fin's idea to check out the nearest facilities if anyone had seen Tracy after 11pm. Since the lab results had come back and there wasn't any hit in the database, they needed a new hint to catch this guy.

"Don't you wanna call Liv?" Fin asked as they walked out of the squad room.

"She's probably taking a nap right now." He started when he pressed the button of the elevator. "She had been working all night. I'm gonna text her later." He said and both of the men entered the elevator.

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He was all over her.

She could feel his warm, moist breath on her bare skin, feel his cold hands, exploring her soft skin roughly. His smell was distinct- a mixture of alcohol, sweat and cheap perfume. Her body reacted with a cold shudder running down her spine- goose bumps were forming on her skin. Her head was shifting from side to side, her eyes shut.

"Please.." her body reacted in the most natural way by forming these words. They left their mouth without permission and Olivia bite her tongue to suppress more unwanted words leaving her lips. Her legs were bearing the weight of his body all alone, making them limp and ache in pain.

He groaned and leaned in even closer. His mouth was forming kisses on her cheek, making its way down to her neck- heading closer to her chest. He made sure she would notice his rude mouth and bite into her soft flesh once in a while.

Olivia was still biting her tongue, trying not to make any noise again. Tears were forming behind her lid. What the hell did she think?

He lifted himself a bit only to manage his hand to slide under her blouse, touching her bare skin- again sending chills down her spine. "Beautiful.." he mumbled. His voice was low, his body lusting hers.

Her eyes flew open, staring once again at her gun in front of her. She wanted to cry so badly, begging him to stop. But what she wanted the most was pick up her gun and shoot him in the head. The imagination of him bleeding out on the floor hit her vision. She wanted him dead here and now. Her hands had been restless since they were tied up- still trying to lose the rope around her wrists. They were sore by now, hurting and possibly even bleeding.

His lips had reached his destination and he stopped when the fabric of her blouse barred him from kissing her any further. He leaned back, his full weight resting on her body. He looked at her, searching for her face.

She took a deep breath and turned her head to face him. Her eyes flashed at him, any sign of a tear already gone by now. The imagination of her killing that son of a bitch still in her mind.

His eyes were dark, evilly looking down at her. His lips formed a grin and his hands slowly wandered above her upper body. He watched with glee when her body flinched at his touch, he groaned in response. She wouldn't lose eye contact through, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction he was searching for. His hands stuck with her breasts- squeezing them tightly.

The grin on his face grew wider when his hands grabbed hold of the collar of her blouse. His eyes seemed to penetrate through her soul, he seemed to sense her vulnerability. Her body tensed.

With a jerk he ripped it half open, revealing her upper breasts. The power of his movement caused her chest to jump a little before slumping back down in the mattress. A small whimper escaped her shaky lips. Her heart was pounding in her chest, making her breath more heavily.

Tears of desperation blurred her vision and she closed her eyes.

There it was- a second jerk ripped the soft black fabric apart and Olivia couldn't stop a sob leaving her mouth when the force hit her again. She opened her eyes to see him smirk at her. He finally got what he was looking for. A tear ran down her left cheek.

"That's my girl." He whispered into her ear when he brought his body down. His hot breath hit her again and she turned her head away as far as her neck would allow it. His mouth started where he had stopped and he kissed the soft skin of her bare chest. His right hand wandered down to her hurting legs, reaching for her inner thigh- he squeezed it.

"Stop it!" she blurted out. "Get your hands off me!" she screamed at him. Her body squirming more than before.

She heard him chuckle at her desperate attempt to fight him off. Once again he sat back, making her moan at the sudden weight shift on her legs, he reached for the gun which was still laying unobtainable for her next to her head. The cold metal felt strange when he placed it on her freezing skin at her sternal. He moved the barrel above her skin, making her squirm even more underneath him.

Finally he moved it under her chin, "Your choice."

It took her several moments to work up the nerve to react but once her eyes met his there was no point of return. "Just shoot me!"

TBC

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