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WARNING: CONTAINS RACIST LAUGUAGE AND SEXUAL ASSUALT.
Fin awoke with a small pain in his neck and back, his arms wrapped tightly around Olivia, while she laid up against him.
The blood from her nose and the gash in her head had stopped, and he was pretty sure that the intense bleeding on her back had stopped as well. The spot on her breast where they had burned her burned black.
He could fell the dried blood on his chest, from where she had been lying against him, and the blood had transferred from her back to his front. He moved her barley an inch and in took a sharp breath when he saw the scarring.
"I'm sorry," he muttered leaning her up against him once more, "Liv baby, I'm so sorry."
His eyes swam with tears as he scanned around the tiny room. A single make shift bed laid in the center, a pair of handcuffs at both the foot and the head of it.
The pair of chains he had been forced to watch her be tortured hung a few feet in front of the bed, and above them hung another pair of chains. A lamp was hanging down in the center of the room, giving the dark stone room some light. The locked door that would give them freedom stood locked and bolted.
A doorway led to a darkened room, and Fin could see some form of debris in there.
With a kiss on her forehead, he slowly set her down on the ground and got to his feet to go over and examine the small room.
He walked over and looked inside the small room. He reached around him and his fingers landed on a light switch.
He turned it on and looked around the dirty room in confusion. A few large boxes with the words "Kleenex" was in the corners, a broken mop, and some smaller boxes that one would see on the grocery store counter holding candy. Along with a small slip of dirty paper on the floor. Fin picked it up and managed to read the words through the filth.
"Receipt for Good Wills gas station from Edin's shipping," he mumbled reading the small piece of paper.
"Fin!" Olivia cried out, her voice dry and terrified.
Dropping the paper he ran out of the room to where Olivia laid on the floor, arching her back so that it didn't touch the floor, her breathing labored.
"I'm here, baby," he muttered, gently holding her in his arms, burying his face in her hair, trying to offer her some small comfort, a lie telling her that everything was going to be alright. "I'm here."
"Where's Tina?" she groaned, her body aching every inch.
Fin hung his head and the tears returned to his eyes as he told her the thing that he knew would break both of their hearts.
"I don't know."
Olivia started sobbing and clung to Fin as if that would tell her all the answers she needed.
"I want me daughter back," she sobbed softly, the tears falling to the floor.
"Liv, I swear I will get us and Tina out of here."
"I want her in my arms again."
"You will," he told her holding her tighter. "I promise with my life, Olivia; you and Tina will get out of here."
Olivia let out another cry and was about to say something before they both heard foot steps coming from above them, followed by steps on stairs.
They both stood up, and Olivia clung to Fin, fear evident in her face as the sounds of the latch being unlocked came from the other side of the door, and their tormentors stepped in.
"Well well," Joseph smirked, his gun trained on the two of them. "Isn't that a pretty picture? A traitor clinging to her nigger for support."
"I agree," added Adam as he too came into the stone room, shutting the door behind him.
"Let me see my daughter!"Olivia pleaded, her heart pounding against her chest so hard she thought it would burst.
They both laughed cruelly, and Fin held her tighter.
"It all depends on you." Adam stepped nearer to them, "and how well you're willing to corporate."
Olivia and Fin shared a glance for a moment before he grabbed Olivia by the shoulders and yanked him away from Fin.
"Not one move, nigger!" Joseph ordered, aiming his gun at Fin who made a move towards his love.
Fin stood helpless as Adam turned Olivia around so that her back was against his chest, one arm held behind her back.
"Let go of me," she said, her voice shaking.
He chuckled before kissing her neck, "Not until you see the errors of your ways," he mumbled, gently biting he ear.
Olivia tensed up as one of his hands moved down her bare chest to her jeans.
"Don't touch her!" Fin yelled. Ignoring the gun pointed at him, storming up to them.
Joseph stepped in front of him and held his gun to his head. "Back off now, boy!"
Fin stood breathing heavily, looking straight into his eyes.
"Screw you!"
And in a flash Fin grabbed a hold of Joseph, and the two men began to struggle for the gun.
"Fin!" Olivia screamed, struggling to get to him, but Adam held her back from the brawl.
"Let go of me!" but his hold would not loosen.
The two men went hurtling towards the ground and began kicking and flailing. While Joseph had the gun, Fin had the physical advantage, and was clearly winning the scrap.
Fin flipped Joseph over and grabbed for the gun in his hands.
"Knock it off!" Adam yelled, cocking the gun he held in his hand, pressing it up against Olivia's head.
Fin looked up at the two of them, and seeing the sight of Olivia with a gun held against her head, he stood up and stepped away from Joseph who was sporting a bloodied nose.
Panting heavily, Joseph stood up and aimed his gun at Fin, his hands shaking from anger.
"Get over there!" he growled at Fin, motioning to the chains Fin had previously been chained up in.
Fin, his eyes on Olivia's frightened face, moved over to the chains.
Joseph stormed over and locked him in the shackles, glaring at him momentarily.
"You're gonna pay for that, you filthy nigger!"
He went over to Olivia and grabbed her by the arm Adam wasn't holding and threw her to the ground, kicking her as hard as he could in the stomach.
"Don't!" Olivia screamed in terror, wrapping her arms around her stomach, but he didn't relent.
"Blame." He kicked her between every word, each time with more force, "your,"kick "fucking," kick "coon," kick "husband!"
He stepped back and looked down at Olivia, sobbing and holding her stomach in pain.
"If that mongrel dies, it's on his head!" growled Joseph, grabbing her by the arms and hoisting her up. He dragged her to the bed and threw her down on to the springy, hard mattress.
"No! Please no!" she begged, struggling against his hold.
"Shut up!" he roared, striking her across the face.
He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, cuffing them to the board.
"Leave her alone!" Fin ordered, trying desperately to get to her, but to no avail. "Don't touch her!"
Joseph ignored him as he ripped down her jeans, and threw them to the other side of the room, now leaving her body completely exposed. He got off the bed and cuffed her legs in as well.
"Please don't!" Olivia sobbed, shaking, "please don't hurt me!"
Beautiful," he mumbled, looking at every inch of exposed skin, a evil gleam in his eye. He took a step forward and she screamed.
"No!" Olivia screamed as loud as she could, "Get away from me!"
He quickly got on top of her and ran his rough hands over her body
He looked her up and down once more before moving his hands across her chest, his thumb grazing over her nipples. He moved his hand down her her stomach and rubbed her opening, closing his eyes and smiling in pleasure.
"You're going to be a challenge," he whispered into her ear, "I like that in a woman."
"Please," she told him, no longer sobbing, but instead found it difficult to speak at all seeing she was shaking from fear so much. "Please don't do this!"
"No, please don't," he mimicked, before kissing her on the lips, and inserting three fingers into her opening.
She screamed in pain and tried to writhe away from him.
"No! Stop it! Please!"
"I know you like that," he whispered in her ear, gently nibbling it as he moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could. "A little race traitor whore like you.
And just think," he whispered again, "this is only the beginning, I'm still gonna have a lot more fun with you."
"Get off her!" Fin cried, tears coming to his own eyes. "Knock it off, you fucking red neck bastard!"
Joseph groaned happily as he moved his fingers faster in side her, enjoying the sounds of her screams.
"Joseph!" Adam snapped, stopping him in his path.
"What?" he panted looking over to him.
Adam smiled coldly, his dark blue eyes shining with madness as he stepped towards them.
"It's my turn."
Joseph, panting and glaring somewhat at Adam, got off of her.
"You sick fucks! You disgusting pieces of shit!" Fin screamed at them, his heart pumping wildly.
Adam came over to her, also looking her body up and down.
"Disgusting," he spat. "You have such a beautiful face and body, but it's poisoned by your filthy soul."
"No!" she screamed as loud as she could. "Please don't do this!"
He chuckled and pulled down his jeans and boxers, tossing them to the other side of the room. He was already hard from the anticipation.
"Now," he said slowly climbing on top of her, "the real fun begins."
He straddled her, spreading her legs open even more then they were.
Olivia struggled beneath him, knowing it did no good to fight.
"Please," her voice came out a terrified squeak. "Please don't!"
Adam ignored her pleas and kissed her softly on the lips before pushing himself into her as hard as he could.
Golden Hills Hotel, same night.
Eliot lay in the bed, tossing and turning, not being able to sleep.
"She's fine," he told himself, doubt filling his mind. "Fin and her body guards will take care of her and Tina."
But the doubts did not go away. He knew he should have told them, should have informed them of the danger they were in. But he couldn't risk Kathy's life, not when those sons of bitches already killed five people, one an innocent seven year old.
She was his best friend, his partner. They loved each other. Not in the way he loved his wife or Olivia loved Fin, but there was still a connection between them that neither Fin or Kathy would ever understand.
He sat up, groaning and rubbing his temples. He felt a monster of a head ache coming on. Would he really sacrifice his best friend and her unborn child for his wife? The woman who would die for him in less then a heart beat?
"El, go to bed," Kathy mumbled, her voice heavy with sleepiness. "We're gonna have a long day tomorrow."
"I can't," he confessed, "I can't stop thinking about Olivia."
"You know," Kathy sighed sitting up in the bed and resting her head on his shoulder, tracing the muscles in his chest. "That's probably not the best thing to tell your wife while you're supposed to be sleeping."
Elliot ignored her joke and ran his hands through his short brown hair. "I'm serious, Kathy. I'm worried about her. Not to mention Fin and Tina."
"She's a big girl, El. She can take care of herself and her daughter. And I'm pretty sure Fin isn't exactly low on the physical scale."
Elliot shook his head. He didn't tell her about the phone call. How if he helped the three of them, they would kill her. Because he knew what she would say. She would tell him to do the thing that he was contemplating now, and make him feel even worse for even suggesting keeping her safe over them.
"But," he told himself, his fingers itching towards the cell phone on the stand, a cold sweat breaking out. "She's my partner. I promised to protect her. I have to do this."
Plus, he knew. He knew if anything were to happen to her or her unborn child, he would never forgive himself.
With a sigh, he pressed the number one on his speed dial, and waited for her to pick up, for reassurance proving that he had made the right choice, that Kathy was right and the family could handle themselves.
"Hello," her voice rang out.
"Liv! thank god! there's something-"
"You've reached Detective Olivia Benson. I'm not available at the moment, so please leave your name and number and I will get back to you as soon as I can."
The loud shrill beep seemed to mock him as he hung up the phone, his hands shaking.
"Shes not answering her cell!"
"Call Fins," Kathy suggest, much more wide awake and alert now.
Elliot quickly pressed another button on his phone and waited for him to pick up.
"Fuck!" Elliot yelled, hanging up the phone when he also got a voice mail from Fin.
"Elliot, calm down. They're probably sleeping," she said, wanting to reassure herself as well as Elliot.
Elliot got out of the bed and threw on his clothes.
"Both of them sleep while both cell phones ring?"
He grabbed his phone, badge and gun and stuffed them in his pocket before racing out of the door, already dialing Munch.
"Elliot! I was just about to call! We just got a break in the case"
"Munch! Olivia and Fin is in trouble! Get to the hotel they're staying at, I'll meet you there!"
And without so much as a good bye, he hung up the phone and raced down the steps, the elevator taking too slow for his liking.
As he ran to the parking garage, his heart began thumping loudly, and a cold sweat broke out.
"Dear God," he prayed silently getting in the car and starting the engine, peeling out of the garage, "please don't let anything happen to her. I don't think I could live with myself if anything did."
With tears gathering in his blue eyes, he peeled out, determined to save her, not realizing he was too late.
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