Chapter 5- Fight

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!"

She could feel the barrel on her throat tightening, the cold metal pressed against her larynx. And if her body wanted to fight against it she swallowed hard, sensing the pressure which accrued by doing so. It wasn't like she wished to die- she liked life despite all the bad she already had been through and there wasn't any family waiting for her- still she never thought of life being worthless, she clung to life. But being here in this position- the thought of what was going to happen to her and the feeling of being completely out of control made her sick.

Her strength- her kind of person wouldn't allow her to become a victim like that, to being touched like this or even worse. She would rather die than let him touch her again. If this was meant to be her end- if she was supposed to get killed to protect another person- it was absolutely fine with her. She knew the shot would alert the neighbors, which would lead to police officers rush into the building- rush into the apartment and get the kids out of there. Yeah, she nodded mentally to herself- they might wouldn't catch Michael and him, but at least the family would be safe. Maybe this was the only control left to her.

God only knew what Michael was doing to their mother- what this was all about. She still didn't know what this was all about- why he had picked her and what he was going to do to her. No one knew she was here in this apartment, being threatened to death- no one was going to help her. Elliot would assume she was safe at home and resting as he wanted her to.

Elliot.

Suddenly he was on her mind. He was always having her back, always wanting her to be safe- she could always relay on him being there for her. God- she would give everything for him to be there right now, rushing through that door and getting her out of there.

His next words caught her out of her thoughts. "You wanna die?" he asked wondering, he pressed the weapon into her flesh and watched her body tense. "You really want me to ruin your pretty little face with a bullet?" he questioned her. She finally looked up at his words, watching his grin grow wider and she realized he wouldn't shoot her, he was just taunting her. He slowly moved the gun to her cheek, brushing her soft skin.

His facial expression was thoughtful and it took him a few silent moments of watching her before he spoke up again. He let out a sigh, "I won't shoot you. At least not until I'm done with you." He added quickly and sat straight up, removing the gun from her head only to place it directly at her upper thigh.

Slowly moving the gun upwards "You know- there is.." he paused and followed the gun with his eyes. He took its time with the weapon and moved it over her naked abdomen, further upwards on her chest and finally stopped at her right shoulder. "-much worse than death." He continued and locked with her terror filled eyes. He dug the barrel deeper in her shoulder and watched how Olivia pressed her lips together, trying not to show any pain. He only grinned at her reaction- she would be hard to break. He had known that from the beginning. He had been following her for several days, he wanted to know exactly with whom he was dealing with- he wanted to be prepared. He had followed her to the crime scenes, followed her home –he followed her everywhere, even to the gym once. He watched when she had a workout, beating the crap out of some training doll. And he couldn't help the rising excitement when he imagined the day he would finally have her under his control.

"Especially for women like you." He grinned, the imagination of his plans still in mind.

"Women like me?" Olivia repeated.

He looked down at her and an evilly, little chuckle escaped his lips when he finally saw the panic in her eyes. He knew she wouldn't like what he was about to tell her now. "Yes." He retorted and waited a few moments until he finally continued, knowing the tension would literally kill her. "Well respected, cultured and powerful women like you." He smiled. "Women like you- live for their reputation. You are nothing without your beauty, your authority… without your pride."

Before Olivia could even progress what he had just said he went on. "-what would your life look like when it's all gone? –when I've taken it all from you?"

"Imagine the humiliation.." he searched for her eyes. "Everyone looking at you in compassion. Everyone will know you led your guard down… -who's gonna respect you then?"

Again he tightened the pressure on her shoulder. "Not to mention the physically damage.." he continued. "a cut here and there, maybe a bullet to your shoulder." He paused while his gaze wandered on her body. "I could snap your hand, your fingers... you will never ever be able to write or held your weapon again."

He bent down to her, his voice very low when he whispered into her ear, "Imagine it Olivia.." he taunted her and she could literally hear him smirk.

"Noo.." the word left her mouth only as a faint whisper, it was more a quiet outbreak of her thoughts than an answer to him. Indeed the imagination hit her mind and she fought against the forming tears in her eyes. She couldn't stand everyone looking at her like this, feeling sorry for her- eying her as a victim. She closed her eyes, trying to fight these imaginations out of her mind. Her whole life she had to proof herself, to fight for equality and to convince everyone she could handle situations on her own. She wouldn't let that taken away from her.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to face him. Her eyes were harsh as she stared at him, not backing down. His face were only inches away. "Screw you!" she growled and watched his grin fade. And she couldn't help but smirk at herself- she wouldn't give in that easily. She wouldn't go under without putting up a fight.

With one move he sat up and slapped her across the face, his hand connected with her cheek bone. She wasn't prepared for that and her mouth opened in both surprise and pain, taking her breath with it.

"Believe me," he started. "-on some point you will beg me to kill you or at least wish you are dead." And with that he stood up, releasing her already limp legs. Olivia didn't bother looking after him since her head was still stunned until she heard his belt buckle.

"Let's start the lesson! I've enough of this talk!" he snarled and grabbed himself.

She raised her head just to see him coming toward her and she couldn't help but panic at the thought of what he was going to do and there was less she could do. She moved against the pain in her limb legs and tried to get off the bed before he could get on to it but it was no use he was already in front of her. Grinning at her poor try to escape him he reached down to push her back in the mattress. "Noo.." she let out a small protest at his touch and still fought useless at his grip.

"Going somewhere?" he grinned and bent down to her, his both hands now sustaining his weight next to her head. He lowered his head to kiss her again and she brought her head up as powerful and fast as she could , hitting his nose with her skull. He screamed out in pain and before he could do anything she brought her knee up, kneeing him in his nuts. He clutched himself and slid down the bed to collapse on the floor. He clenched his teeth and breathed heavily while cursing Olivia. "Stupid bitch.." he breathed.

Olivia didn't waste any time and finally got up from the bed though her head was still spinning from the headbutt she had just given him. She blinked a few times once she was standing on her feet to clear her vision while she almost tripped over her attacker but she caught herself and made her way to the door. She turned backwards so she could grab the doorknob with her hands since these were still bound together. When she did so she glanced back at him and watched him getting back to his feet, his nose all bloody. Once again she panicked, her face showed total fear and she breathed against the pounding heart in her chest. Fear was overwhelming her senses. Come on.. She pleaded the doorknob to open while her shaky and hurting hands fumbled it finally open. She stepped aside to turn around and her feet shoved the door further open and just when she was about to step out she was yanked backwards by her hair.

The force of the yank made her lose balance and she fell backwards to the floor. Her body had no chance to soften the fell and she hit the ground hard with her hands first. She landed unfortunately on her left wrist which caused the bone to snap and Olivia cried out in pain- tears shot in her eyes. She took in a deep breath to fight against the pain at her wrist when a kick in her side took it with it right away. Her knees flew up in a reflex and before she could even react his feet connected with her chest, making her gasp for air.

"Oh Olivia-" he said and wiped his bloody nose with the back of his hand. He kicked her again, this time hitting her upper leg. She groaned in pain and turned to her side when another kick hit her. "You…" he breathed and kicked her again, "-should have.." she cringed protectively together when his feet connected with her lower back, "-not done this!" he said out of breath and kept kicking her.

"Please… stop!" she choked in between breaths but he was furious and kicked her once more in the chest and smiled when he finally heard a rib crack. She screamed when she felt the sharp pain in her chest and still tried to breath, giving her lungs so needed oxygen. Olivia fought against the tears which shot in her eyes with every breath she took, earning only a loud laughter from her attacker when she lost the battle and tears started to stream down her face.

He stood there for a moment, watching her before he squatted down to her, "Look at me." He demanded but she wouldn't do what she was told and kept looking away so he reached out and forced her to look at him with his hands firmly wrapped around her chin. Her head had no choice but he couldn't force her eyes to look at him and she looked to the side- not giving him what he wanted. All of the sudden he punched her in the stomach- her knees flew up again and she gasped in pain. "I said- look at me!" he growled and finally Olivia's teary eyes looked up at him only to see him smile at her.

"Good girl." He said and loosened the grip on her chin a bit, "Now-" his smile turned in a grin when he reached for her belt, "-where did we stop?" he taunted her while his hand was now on her belt.

TBC

This Chapter took me quite a while to write but here it is and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. (: