Olivia was so tired. Oh, so tired. But then again, she felt like she couldn't sleep anyway, even if she was allowed, because she was in so much pain. Her legs felt like they would fall off at any moment. She knew that her cuts really weren't that deep, but there were a lot of them, and they were wide, so they hurt very badly. She felt very dizzy, and her vision was even beginning to get a little blurred. She knew why. It was because of blood loss. She had a cut on her neck, and all those cuts on her legs, and all of them were oozing with blood. She'd felt at first when he'd cut her that the cuts probably wouldn't be enough to cause her fatal damage, but now she was wondering if her first thoughts were false. She knew that if she continued to lose blood, then she'd die. She needed someone to wrap her cuts and stop the blood from flowing, because it was slowly killing her. She needed help quickly, or else it would all be over.
Elliot was speeding and breaking all of the rules of the road, but it didn't matter because before he and Fin had left the precinct, they'd turned on the sirens so everybody had to pull over to the side of the road to let them pass. They were getting close to the warehouse; they were only about fifteen minutes away. They'd also called an ambulance that was closest to the warehouse. The ambulance would probably get there before them, but they didn't know how to get Olivia out of the place anyway and they wouldn't even try; they'd probably wait for Elliot and Fin to get there. But Elliot also knew that there was a perfectly good chance that she wasn't even in the warehouse, so their whole mission to get there might be pointless. He had a feeling, though, that she was in there. Where else could she possibly be? He just really hoped he'd get there in time to save her.
Rob was annoyed that Olivia still wasn't making any noise, or showing any indication of being harmed by him or upset by what he was doing to her. He was so angry with her. He was mad because he couldn't tell how much this hurt her. So now, he was going to try something new, something different, something that just had to scare her to death.
"Let's have some fun," he said sadistically.
Olivia stared at him, still trying to maintain her straight face. She was going to continue to show no signs of pain until Rob began to remove her shirt. Now she showed her terror. Now she gave him what he wanted. She couldn't help it. She couldn't control her emotions anymore, she was too terrified. She feared that Rob could see her heart thumping loudly in her chest, that he could hear it.
He was now slowly unbuttoning her shirt, one slow, painful button at a time. He was staring at her the whole time he did it, watching her eyes water and becoming overjoyed when her first tear finally sprinkled onto her cheek. He was going to take his time, though. He had all the time in the world anyway. His fellow prisoners had left about three hours ago, so now he was alone with Olivia, and he knew the cops couldn't find him. Well, maybe they could. But it wouldn't be for a while anyway. One of his prisoner friends owned this warehouse that was off record. Rob was pretty sure that the cops had no idea about it. So, maybe eventually they'd find out that he was there, but it definitely couldn't be in time to save Olivia, right?
Olivia was trying once again to suck up her tears, but she couldn't keep a straight face anymore. She just couldn't do it. It was too difficult. Now her top was completely unbuttoned and Rob had removed it. He was now untying her legs because he needed to get her pants off. She couldn't do this. If she was really raped, then she didn't think she'd be able to go on. She didn't think she'd be able to live. It would be far too traumatizing, especially since she was being raped by him. She couldn't be!
When her legs were finally un-tied, Olivia kicked Rob as hard as she could in the face. She felt her foot especially hit his nose. She felt his blood spew onto the bottom of her foot, and as disgusting as it was, she liked it. Rob quickly recovered and stared at her. She could tell that he knew she would do that. He was smarter than that.
"That...was not very smart on your part, Miss Livvy," he said.
Olivia glared at him. Miss Livvy? What the hell? That was about the stupidest thing she'd ever heard somebody call her.
Rob pulled a gun out from his pocket. He removed one of his hands from his bloody nose and pointed over at some shelves in the warehouse.
"I'm going to go fix up my nose. And I'll be watching you. You better not try anything, or else..." He glanced down at his gun and hinted that he would shoot her. Then he went over behind the shelves and Olivia could see him digging around in a bunch of junk, looking for some napkins.
She knew better than to try anything. She just couldn't do it. She knew he'd see her. So she remained quiet, sitting and trying her best not to cry anymore. There weren't any words to describe her terror. She was petrified, she feared that she wouldn't be able to go on after this, if she even survived.
Olivia heard a sudden noise from behind her. She wasn't sure if Rob had heard it or not, because he poked his head out from the shelf and stared at her like he had heard it, but then again, he kept staring at her whether he heard a noise or not. Then his eyes averted back to the shelf, where he evidently had finally found some napkins.
Olivia looked behind her again, and she caught sight of a blue shirt with round white buttons. It was Elliot. She knew it was. He'd worn that shirt a million times, she could tell that it was his shirt from a mile away. She tried her hardest not to let out a gasp, not to yelp in happiness that he was there.
Finally, his head poked out from the wall, and he looked at her. She tried to smile, but it seemed impossible. He held up a finger to his lips to indicate that he needed her to remain silent. He disappeared behind another shelf and Olivia couldn't see him for a second. Then, all of a sudden, a shot rang out and Olivia could see Rob fall to the ground behind the shelves. Her mind went berserk with relief. She was going to be okay. She wasn't going to be raped. She wasn't going to be killed. And most importantly, Elliot was there.
Then Olivia saw Fin run over to Rob's body, pulling him out from behind the shelves and throwing Elliot a hand signal that showed that he was dead. Elliot ran over to Olivia and un-tied her hands, and then grabbed her shirt from behind her. He helped her get it on and he helped her stand up. After she had stood up though, Olivia immediately fell back into the chair. Her legs couldn't hold her. They hurt too badly. Elliot stared at her with confusion, and then Olivia pointed down at her legs, where her pants were still pulled up, revealing all of her cuts.
Olivia didn't even care that she currently couldn't even really walk on her own. She was just overjoyed to be all right. And now it was just her and Elliot, because Fin had taken Rob's body out to the ambulance that was waiting for her. She felt safe now. She also felt comfortable enough to finally release all of the tears that had pent up inside of her when she'd managed to keep a straight face. She bursted into tears and put her head on Elliot's shoulder. He held her and ran his fingers through her hair as she bawled. Elliot was surprised, because just a second before, she'd looked upset, but not this upset. She didn't have a single tear in her eyes when he had first approached her, and now she was very uncharacteristically bawling hysterically. Her whole body shook as she cried, and Elliot tried to squeeze her harder to help it stop, but she continued to cry until she began to cough. Then she turned her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck, her lips wet from tears. She just didn't know what to do with herself because she had never been happier to see Elliot, yet she had also never been in so much pain. So she wasn't sure if she was crying from joy or from relief or from pain. Maybe she was crying from all of it.
Elliot tried to speak, but he couldn't get any words out. Olivia had obviously been traumatized. He was glad that he could at least be there for her. It was so awful for him to see her like this. One of her cheeks was covered with a bruise that was fresh, so it was really just dark red, turning purple. She hadn't gotten a chance to put on any make-up that morning, so her whole face was red from crying. The cuts on her legs were still oozing with blood and her feet were covered in blood too, as well as her hands, because she'd gotten blood on them from her neck, which was also still oozing. Elliot would have liked to stay with her there and hug her for an eternity, but he needed to get her to the ambulance before she lost anymore blood.
He pulled her up and held her waist and helped her walk. She could sort of walk, but Elliot guessed that the reason she couldn't fully support herself was simply from the pain, rather than any permanent damage.
When they got out to the ambulance, Cragen and the rest of the team were out there too. They had left shortly after Elliot and Fin, and so they had just gotten there. All of them stared at Olivia when she came out. They were all shocked at how awful she looked. They were also all shocked that she was crying, rather than sucking it up and trying to hide her emotions like she usually did. She was defeated. She couldn't hide it anymore. She didn't bother to.
One by one, the whole team began to pile into the ambulance with her, until the driver pointed out that only one person could come. Everyone immediately looked at Elliot, who was already climbing back inside to ride with Olivia to the hospital. She laid down on a stretcher, even though she didn't exactly need one, and she didn't watch as the paramedics put medicines on her cuts and wrapped up her legs. Instead, she stared at Elliot like a sleepy, defeated child. Her eyelids drooped and eventually she fell asleep in the ambulance, with Elliot's hands on her neck, comforting her.