Chapter 2:
Stabler and I were walking through Central Park holding hands, both of us relaxed and chatting about life. He stopped walking, placed his hands on my hips and turned me towards him causing my heart to beat faster with the intensity of his crystal blue gaze. Now, I leaned in to kiss him, something I had wanted to do for years but had only thought about doing since he was happily married. Suddenly, my eyes popped open, and I realized I had been dreaming. The realization of where I was hit me like a brick and dread overcame me. I was now on my bed, handcuffed to the headboard, my ankles still tied together and tape still over my mouth. I looked around and saw Stabler tied to a chair in the corner of the room. His hands were zip tied behind his back and each ankle was zip tied to a leg of the chair. He also had duct tape over his mouth. There was bruising on his face and blood was dripping down his head. His eyes looked heavy as though he had been drugged or maybe forced to drink vodka as well.
Lewis entered the room smiling and said, "Look who's awake. Just in time because I'm about to get this party started. I was about to kill Detective Stabler when I realized that I wanted him to watch me play with you before killing him. I sense there is more than just a business relationship between you two, so I am going to make him watch everything I do to you." I heard the chair bang against the wall and looked over at El. His face was bright red, and I had never seen that kind of anger and fire in his eyes before. He was doing everything he could to try and break free, but the ties just cut into his skin even tighter the more he fought. Lewis came over towards me, looked at Elliot with a sly smile, and then leaned over and kissed me. My stomach lurched and I thought I might be sick again thinking the saving grace is that there is a piece of tape in between my lips and his. After he was done, I looked over at El and noticed his eyes were squeezed close. It was the only thing he could do since he couldn't stop this horror. This had to be worse torture for him knowing how protective he is.
Lewis saw his closed eyes, grabbed his gun, and pushed the barrel against the side of my head. He screamed at El, "Open your eyes now! If you close your eyes again, I will kill her!" El slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. The pain I saw there was awful. He had this pleading look in them speaking to me saying how sorry he is that he can't stop this. Lewis then left the room and returned about five minutes later. Absolute terror ran over me when I saw what he had in his hands. He had a wire hanger, and the hook end was glowing bright red. He reached over, lifted my shirt, and pushed the reddened end into my belly. The pain was horrible, and I attempted to scream but not much noise came out. My throat felt like it was full of sand and the tape over my mouth muffled most of the noise. I heard the chair hit the floor and El had fought so badly that he was now lying on his side still tied to the chair. Lewis laughed and went over to pick the chair back up stating, "I need to make sure you can see everything." Lewis then lit a cigarette and pushed the lit end directly into my skin several times just above my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut and just tried to imagine me somewhere else, anywhere else. I didn't know how we were going to survive this torture, but I had to try.
Lewis then crawled on top of me, and I could smell his sour breath causing my stomach to roil. I could not believe this was happening and knew that I was going to continue to fight all the way to my death. He started kissing me again and then started to grope me and I was squirming and moving to do anything I could to get away from his sickening touch. I then was able to muster enough energy to kick my tied legs up right between his legs right into his groin as hard as I could. He groaned loudly and rolled off the bed onto the floor. At that same moment, I heard the snapping of wood and realized the bed rail I was handcuffed to had broken and my arms were free. I grabbed the piece of splintered wood and nailed Lewis over the head with it. This action released something inside of me that I didn't know was there. I saw only red as I repeatedly hit him over the head with the piece of wood.