It wasn't easy writing this chapter but here you go, enjoy :)

She shivered under her skin as he caressed the gun against her jawline and the crook of her neck. The only thing running through her mind was how fucking unlikely this situation was. A cop, veteran cop at that, was being held at gunpoint in her own apartment. The place were she was supposed to feel most safe at.

She whimpered as he continued to caress her neck with the gun, the worst thoughts began to run through her head. One of them including her attack at Sealview.

"We're going to have so much fun Detective Benson, it'll kill you," He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it causing her to yelp at the sudden pain. "Literally." He grabbed her and threw her in the bedroom onto the bed. He grabbed each of her arms and tried to restrain them, but never stopped fighting.

"Mmm, a feisty one. I like them better that way," He took his gun and hit her upside the head with it, halting her movements for that moment. She was starting to see flickering black and white stars but never gave up fighting. She wasn't going to give in yet.

"Get the fuck off of me you fucking bastard!" She screamed still kicking. He took her arms and pushed her body up to the headboard in one quick motion. A sharp pain shot in her shoulder in the process. She was pretty sure it was dislocated or at least jolted but she didn't care. She knew what was going to happen next, and with every fiber of her being, she was going to prevent it. "No! Please stop!"

She heard him laughing like they were playing some game.

"Go ahead beg for me," He smiled watching her struggle under his weight. "that old bitch just laid there, but you, you're way more fun," he cocked his fist back and with full force, landed a blow to her stomach. "now, shall we begin?"

She cried feeling hot tears flowing down her face. Even though he hadn't inflicted much pain yet, she knew the worse was about to happen. But this time, in ways she never would've imagined.

"Don't do this, please."

He took out some wire and rope and juggled them in her face, taunting her. "These," He tied them around her wrist and the headboard. "are to make sure that you don't get away. I don't want our play date to be canceled early."

"Please." She cried struggling to get out of the bonds.

He clicked his tongue. "Almost forgot," He dug in his pocket and pulled out a full pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He grabbed her shirt and ripped it from her body. "now we're going to have some feel fun."

"Wonder how Liv's doing on her so-called vacation?" Nick asked tapping his pen against his desk.

"Well we won't find out," Fin said causing Amanda and Fin to glance his way. "Brian said no phone calls, house visits, e-mails, texts, nothing."

Amanda chuckled. "He made it pretty clear that he wants her to rest."

"I don't know," Nick said looking at his desk. "there's just something about Brian that-"

Fin laughed. "I understand. You have a crush on your partner."

Nick blushed a little. "No man, nothing like that. I just don't think he's right for her, you know. She's a beautiful, educated, strong woman and he's a-"

"Brian." Amanda finished.

"Exactly."

"Look Nick, every man she's ever dated that we knew of, we never really liked. Especially Elliot. To us, no man was ever good enough for Olivia. She's like a sister."

"I just don't want to see her get hurt by that sleazebag."

Fin just nodded. "Brian's a decent man. He may seem immature at times but, he really is a good man."

Amanda also nodded in agreement. "He's good with Toby, too."

"How about I call her, make sure she's ok." Nick suggested taking his phone from his pocket.

"She's probably sleeping," Amanda added. "she sounded pretty worn out when I spoke to her."

"It's only 8." He pointed out.

"Let her rest Nick. It'll be good for her," Fin assured him. "and if anything does happen, she's a trained detective. She'll handle it."

Nick placed his phone on his desk. "If you say so."

"Ah, smell that," Lewis said putting out another cigarette on her stomach. "burnt flesh. Smells good, doesn't it?"

She whimpered and cried. "Please stop, I'll do anything." She begged feeling the burning aching sensation throughout her body.

He smiled. "I know you will," He said lighting another cigar. "but we're just getting started."

"Why," she sobbed. "why me?"

His face curled with anger as he struck her across her face causing her to shriek in pain.

"What the fuck do you mean 'why you'? Don't you think you deserved this," He asked lighting another cigar. "You treated me like garbage, like some fucking scumbag who couldn't be trusted. You believed nothing I said."

He waited until the cigar was freshly hot before placing it against her trembling arms. She screamed in pain and agony as he worked the heat into her sweltering flesh. "This is your fault, if you weren't such a fucking bitch!" Lewis shouted working the last bit of heat into her arm. When he was finished, he tossed it away.

"You know Detective, they say what doesn't kill you," He stared closely at another freshly lit cigar. "only makes you stronger. I don't entirely agree with that concept."

She remained silent, her eyes bolted shut. She didn't want to see what was about to happen or what her body was look like. She imagined, so far, a scarred, broken, burned, limp body. He looked at her.

"What, not talking now," He said smiling. "not so big and bad now, are you? Say something. On second thought, don't talk. I want to hear you scream again." He melted the last cigar on her lower abdomen. Tears streamed down her eyes as she tried to escape the bonds that she felt burning her skin every time she moved.

"Shit, would you look at that? I'm out of cigars," he said tossing the box on the floor. "guess I'll just have to find a substitute."

She felt his body weight off the bed. She was thankful for the moment of time she had without him being overtop of her. She heard him rustling with something in the kitchen. Then everything grew silent. She heard his footsteps and then felt his weight back on the bed.

"This looks like it'll come in real handy." He teased showing her the sharp ass blade he held in his hands.

Her eyes grew wide in fear. "Help me!"

He punched her in her already severely burned stomach. "Shut the fuck up. You don't want to disturb your neighbors, do you?" He went in his back pocket and pulled out a roll of tape. He cut off a piece and taped it tightly across her mouth. "That's better."

She was still screaming through the tape. It was more of a muffled scream, though. She knew that it wouldn't be heard and was now wondering why she was even screaming.

"Nice knife. It works well with tape," He ridiculed running it across her neck. "what about skin." He brought the knife precisely under her right eye, dug it into her skin, and slashed it as hard as he could across her face watching the blood ooze down her face.

"Fuck, you bastard!" She muffled through the tape.

"Ouch, that looked pretty fucking painful. Wonder how it'll work on other areas of your gorgeous little ass."

She just closed her eyes, feeling blood trickle from her face. She was dead, and she knew it.

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