Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Scandal? Spoilers: it's me.
Warning: Contains mention of rape, torture, abuse, and sexy times. Reader discretion is advised. Please be aware that this may serve as a trigger.
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Rain, Chapter II
Quinn awoke to the sound of dripping. It was constant, and rhythmic in a way. Drip...drip...drip...
She tried to sit up, to see her surroudings, but she couldn't. She tilted her head up to see three leather straps across her chest, preventing her from moving. She looked a little farther to see her ankles where strapped to the strange surface she laid on as well. She briefly moved her wrists to find they were bound as well.
Sighing, Quinn began to think of more options. She turned her head to the side, taking in her surroundings.
She was in a small room with maroon walls and white tiled floors. She tried very hard not to notice that most of the tiles were stained a conspicuous red-brown. Across from her was a long mirror, and she could clearly see herself. She studied herself slowly. Her hair was matted, and her skin was very pale. As her eyes made her way down, they widened in realization. She was naked.
She closed her eyes as she tried to put the pieces together in her brain.
Think, Quinn, think...okay, what am I strapped to? Is there anything else in this room that I can use to tell where I am?
Quinn forced her eyes back open, bringing her attention to the table. The tabletop was wood that had been stained black. It rested on top of two black iron legs that had a bar connecting in the middle. On the bottom, there was a paddle that reminded her of a sewing table.
Okay, okay, I'm on a sewing table...that helps. Now, what else is in the room.
Quinn began surveying the room once more, this time, going slower. In the corner there was a dress form, along with a small table beside it. On the table was a pair of black shoes, as well as a sewing basket.
Holy shit. The Dressmaker has me.
Just as Quinn thought that, a door opened. She panicked.
It must be behind me.
Footsteps followed the sound of the door closing until the stopped just behind her.
"Hello, Quinn," came a chilling, cold voice from behind her. He stepped into view, sitting on the table beside her.
He was tall, with platinum blonde hair and chilling green eyes. He was fairly tan, and very good looking. The way he looked at her...Quinn closed her eyes, thankful that her legs were strapped together.
"You are by far my prettiest doll," he said, reaching out a finger to stroke her face. She flinched away, not meeting his gaze. "Fine. We can get to the fun part,"
A frightening smile spread across his face as he moved to the end of the table. He undid her ankle straps, and she kicked up at his face. Blood began to discolor his perfect skin. His grin turned into a rage-filled scowl as he forcefully grabbed her ankles and duct taped them to the sides of the table, leaving her legs wide open.
"This will hurt,"
Rain
Olivia coolly walked out of the elevator of Quinn's building, unlocking her apartment and stepping in.
Her apartment was clean, but not very personable. The only thing she noticed of Quinn's that was lying around was a red leather jacket handing off of the back of a kitchen chair. She looked through the apartment, noting there was a man's shirt on the bathroom floor-probably Charlie's-but she couldn't find anything that might contain instructions.
Then her gaze was drawn back to Quinn's kitchen table. On it, there was Quinn's dark brown bag.
Did Quinn make it all the way home before he grabbed her? She had this bag at work today.
Olivia approached the bag slowly, feeling a sense of dread in her stomach. She took a seat at the table and began to unload the contents of Quinn's bag at the coffee table. There was a gun, ammo, a tube of lip balm, her wallet, a black iPhone, and an envelope.
Olivia inspected the phone first. Quinn didn't carry an iPhone, she found them too breakable. She pressed the home button. Full power, but it was locked. The background was a picture of Quinn, but it was odd.
The angle's wrong. There's no way Quinn took this herself.
She looked to the envelope. It was addressed to Olivia Pope. She closed her eyes as she slowly began to open the envelope.
Miss Pope,
I'm pleased but I can't say I'm surprised. I knew that you'd do anything to save her, and considering she's so useful. And pretty. I like her, and I like her hair.
But, of course, you don't care about that, or at least, I'll be surprised if you do. You want to know how to get her back. The rules to this game are very simple. Every day you'll get a task, and a certain amount of time to do this task. These tasks will prove to me that she's worthy of life and love, and if you don't complete every one, she will die. Simple as that.
The iPhone you're so confused about is how I'll contact you. The password is 5427. I'm in the phone as the tailor, make sure you answer my calls and texts. I get very annoyed when people don't respond to me. The gun is for your protection. Know that if you tell the police, she will die. Don't worry, they already know she's missing. I told them myself. Now, take the gun and the phone and get rest. You'll need it.
Respectfully,
The Dressmaker.
Olivia put down the letter and closed her eyes. Why was this sicko doing this?
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Olivia jumped, looking toward the door. She loaded the gun and approached the door, looking out the peephole.
Oh God, no.
Olivia slowly opened the door.
"Hello, Charlie," she greeted, forcing a smile.
"Where's Quinn?" he demanded, a worried look in his eyes.
"She's just inside, we're having a girl's night," Olivia lied.
"No, she isn't," Charlie replied, angry. "Tonight is Friday night. Friday is the night we get drunk and have amazing sex. She doesn't schedule over it. Now, she hasn't answered my calls, and now she's not at her apartment, and her boss is lying to me. Where is Quinn?"
"I think you should come inside,"
A/N: I'm sorry that beginning part is so terrible, it felt horrible to write it, but I wanted to keep the story how I see it in my mind. I'm sure I don't make sense, I apologize. Make sure to review if you've got feelings about this story, and I'll just see you real soon!
Love always,
Kate