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WARNING: CONTAINS RACIST LANGUAGE
A/N Thanks to Within Temptation, Korn, Drowning Pool, Disturbed, and David Draiman for inspiration while writing this.
The silent tears rolled down Olivia's face as Adam raped her a third time. Looking not at him, nor at Joseph who was masturbating to the act standing beside the bed, but instead looked at the wall beside her, as he pushed harder into her.
She realized that, the second time Joseph raped her, that it did no good for her to fight or scream, that they hit her less and took less time when she just laid there, doing and saying nothing besides what they told her to do.
Fin too had given up his screaming, trying to save her, and instead simply whispered soft soothing words to her, lying to both her and himself that it was all going to be okay.
"You know," Adam grunted as he continued to penetrate her over and over, "God designed you with the intent that you stick to your own races."
He chuckled and pushed into her harder, "we were made for one another."
She spoke not a word as she felt him climax before finally ejaculating inside of her. Beside her, she heard Joseph cum onto the dirty, wooden, floor.
He laid on top of her, panting a while before he kissed her neck softly and whispered into her ear, "was it good for you?"
Olivia didn't speak, and he narrowed his eyes at her. He hit her hard in the face, and she turned towards him, the pain almost numb to her now.
"I said," he growled, anger deep in his voice, "was it good for you?"
"Yes," she choked out, her voice dry and horse from the screaming.
"Better then any sex that you and that nigger had?"
"Yes."
"You see?" He stroked her cheek and smiled at her, "you see what happens when you listens to gods messengers? To his words of wisdom? Do you know what God is seeing right now when he looks at you?"
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and his dark blue eyes seemed to show kindness. "He sees a beautiful woman, made in his image, whose life had been nothing but sin, but who is now trying to repent."
"Really?" Fin spat. Joseph turned to him and he glared at him, "because all I saw were two sick religious fucks raping my wife."
"You know something?"
He began to storm up to him, zipping up his pants, and pulling out the knife in his pocket. He reached him and held the knife to his throat.
"Leave him alone!" Olivia pleaded, but he paid no attention to her.
"I'm getting real fucking sick of you and you comments, boy!" he said , pressing the blade closer to his throat, tiny droplets of blood appearing there.
"Get away from me," Fin growled.
Joseph looked at him before he began laughing.
"Adam, do you hear this? This little disgusting piece of Satans shit, thinks he can tell me what to do!"
He turned back to Fin, a large smile on his pale face.
"What the fuck!" he screamed, his light green eyes narrowing in hatred, pressing the knife to his crotch, "makes you think you have any right to talk to me like that!"
"Don't!" Olivia screamed, as Fin looked down, horror in his face.
"Leave me alone," he said, his voice shaking from fear.
"Typical black man. Only cares about one thing. I should kill you right here right now, you disgusting nigger! Do you know what will happen when I do, huh? What'll happen after I killed you, and I end you miserable, pathetic sin infested life?"
He quickly pulled down his jeans and boxers and held the knife at the base of the penis. "You'll go to hell, boy. You'll go to hell and you'll be in unimaginable pain until the end of eternity."
"Get away from me!" Fin screamed once more, trying to back up, the chains making it impossible, shaking from fear.
"Careful boy. Otherwise, my hand might just slip."
"Come on, Joseph," Adam said, getting off of Olivia and pulling up his jeans. "There's plenty more was to make him suffer."
Joseph looked from Olivia then back to Fin, before another smile lit up his face.
"Bring her over here."
Joseph unhooked Fins chains, and he fell to the floor, his breathing labored, trying to hold back a sob.
"Pull your pants up," he growled, kicking him in the chest.
"Leave him alone!" Olivia cried as Adam un cuffed her and dragged her to where Fin was, a gun at her head.
"You," he pointed towards Fin, "stand up. You," he pointed at Olivia," get on your knees."
They both did what was ordered of them, and Olivia looked up at him, staring into his eyes, both wanting the other one to be as far away as they could right now.
"Now." Joseph held a gun he pulled out of his pocket at Fins head, "kick her in the stomach."
""No!" Olivia screamed, trying to stand back up, but Adam restrained her and pushed her back down. She wrapped both arms around her stomach. "Please don't! Don't make him do this! I'll do anything you want, just don't make him do that!"
"What the hell is going on?" Fin asked, looking from Olivia to an amused Adam.
Adam looked down at Olivia, a grin breaking out on his face. "You didn't tell him yet, did you?"
"Please." She whispered, tears streaming down her eyes. "Please don't hurt my baby."
"Baby? Olivia, ar- are you pregnant?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you!"
"Why didn't you?"
"I was afraid. I didn't want you to get your hopes up if something were to happen to this one as well."
Fin looked down at her bare stomach, and noticed, even with her arms around it, that she now had a small bump.
"Pregnant," he whispered softly, still looking at her stomach, and for a moment, they were out of their dungeon, out of their captors hands, and nothing could go wrong.
"You were right."
Josephs voice broke Fin out of his trance, and he now looked behind him at Joseph. "Now, kick her."
"No! Fin, don't!" Olivia pleaded.
"I'm not doing it. Kill me, torture me, whatever, but let my wife and children go!"
"If you won't!"
He threw him to the ground and walked over to Olivia and pushed her down on the ground, "then I will."
He placed a boot onto Olivias stomach and began to press down.
"Get off of her!" he commanded, running up to them, but Adam pointed a gun at him.
"Stop right were you are, nigger! I have no qualms about ridding his kingdom of another shit filled coon!"
"Stop!" Olivia screamed, trying to fight him, but she was too weak, and he was too strong. :"Let go of me! Let go of me!"
"Shut up," he growled, pressing down harder.
Olivia was about to scream again before they heard a voice form above them.
"Hello?" the voice shouted, stopping them all in their tracks. "I just need to pay for my gas, and the credit card thing on the pump is broken."
Joseph aimed his gun at Fin as Adam hurried up the steps.
"Help me!" Olivia screamed, "we're downstairs!! Help us, please!"
"Stupid bitch, it's sound proof."
Olivia was about to scream again before an unimaginable pain ripped through her, and something wet gushed out of her.
"What the fuck is that?" Joseph said, backing up form her.
"My water just broke!"
A contraction ripped through her, and she screamed as loud as she could, praying for the man above them to hear.
"Help me! Help me please!"
Joseph smirked and chuckled at her pain before going over to her and picking her up, and walked over to the bed and gently laid her down on it, and for the smallest moment in time, Olivia thought he would help her and her unborn child.
But when he cuffed her in, she knew different.
"Please!" she begged, another contraction ripping through her. "Don't do this! I need help! My child needs help!"
"Shut up, you nigger loving whore!"
He went over to Fin, who had tears in his eyes. "Please help her! Kill me, do whatever you want, but give her help!"
"Get over there," he told him, his gun trained on Olivia.
"Please!"
"NOW!"
With a cast over at Olivia, he walked, shaking, towards the chains that held him up, knowing that if he would just take the gun off of Olivia, he would have charged him.
He locked him in, before turning to Olivia, who was sobbing, her screams cutting through the air.
"I'm sorry, but Adam would love to see this. I'll be right back."
"No!" Don't leave me, please!"
He switched off the lights before shutting the door, sending the two of them in darkness, Olivia's screams ripping through the silence.
Winchester Hotel
Elliot pulled up to the scene, where cops and ambulances and CSU were swarming.
He quickly got out of the car, and he felt his heart stop when he saw someone being wheeled into an ambulance in a body bag.
He raced over to the stretcher, but for every step, it felt like an hour had passed.
"Stop!" he cried, desperate to see the body, praying with all his might it wasn't her, pushing a CSU member out of the way.
He unzipped the bag, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding when he saw officer Will Banks inside the bag, his eyes opened with fright.
But his heart began to race again as he recognized the man who had went to the precinct earlier in the day.
"This is Olivia and Fins body guard," he muttered before racing off into the hotel.
"I need Olivia Benson and Odafin Tutuolas room number!"
"20th floor, room 2027," the receptionist said, almost bored, as if she had been giving the same room number to dozens of people over the last hour.
Without a word of thanks, he raced to the elevator, just as Munch was getting off.
"Is she okay! Tell me she's okay!" he pleaded running over to him, taking him by the shoulders
Munch shook his head. "They're all gone. Her other body guard is dead, and Fin, Olivia, and Tina are missing."
Elliot took a step back and his head began to swirl.
Munch reached out an arm to steady him.
"I should have told her," he whispered, tears in his eyes. "I should have told her what I knew!"
"Elliot, calm down. we know who's doing this!" Munch told him.
Elliot looked at him and shook his head. "There was no DNA. Ho-"
"We got a thumb print from the second set of victims on their daughters head board. Kira Viscovo. We ran it through the data base and got a hit."
"He's been arrested before?"
"No. He has a liquor license for his gas station he and his brother own."
He quickly pulled out the copy of the license from his pocket and handed it to Elliot, "Guys name is Adam Crosse, 41, single, no kids, and co owns a gas station with is brother Joseph. Names Good Wills gas station, about fifteen minutes from here. and I checked out recent building plans. About six months ago, they installed a sound proofing system in the basement, best money could buy."
Elliot looked up from the paper to Munch, and they both looked into each others eyes, the same thing running through both their minds.
They raced to his car, and before Munch had even shut the door, Elliot floored it, his mind only on saving the woman he couldn't let down any more.
Will Elliot and Munch get there in time? Or is it too late for Olivia and her unborn child? Review and find out :)