"Happy 6 month anniversary Liv."
"Happy 6 month anniversary Bri," She nuzzled against his bare chest under the moonlight, hearing the soothing waves crashing near them "This is beautiful."
"So are you. I love you."
"I love you, too."
She felt him moving his hand toward his pocket. "I got you something."
"You said no gifts. I didn't get you anything."
He shrugged. "That's okay. I wanted to get you something." He handed her the laced velvet black box. "Open it."
Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes fell upon the small box. He couldn't be proposing to her, not now. She hesitantly accepted the box and slowly opened it. She relaxed one she seen it wasn't a ring, but the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was a small, diamond shaped silver necklace with a small sliver chain. On it, it had four words engraved in it. It said, "Strength, Courage, Hope, Love."
"Bri, it's beautiful." She said holding it up. The moonlight glow hit it the right way, making it sparkle and shimmer.
He took the necklace and wrapped it around her neck and clamped it around her neck.
"Perfect. It looks perfect."
"Why did you say no gifts? I would've gotten you something."
He ran his fingers through her hair. "That's the thing, I didn't want you too."
"Why not?"
"I already have a present," He kissed her forehead. "You."
"Aw, that's so sweet. But how did you know?"
"Those four words made me think of you...Strength, Courage-"
"-Hope, Love. Nice necklace, looks expensive." Lewis said toying around with it around her neck. He was lying beside her nude, bruised body after raping her three times so far. He had raped her, brutally. She had never been in so much physical pain in her life. She could feel the blood trickling down from the inside of her thigh. Her stomach was twisting in knots so hard, it felt like her stomach was about to rip from her body.
He smiled running the necklace through his fingers. "Someone special gave this to you, didn't they? Former lover, friend, boyfriend."
"Shut the fuck up." She seethed through her teeth.
He frowned, kneeled over her body, and slapped her across her face, hard. She whimpered as the pain shot through her face.
"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again, do you understand?"
She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Answer me when I'm fucking talking to you!"
She still didn't respond. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her body up with it, her wrist burning against the rope. He sent punches flying to every area of her body. She felt the walls closing in on her as her vision began to go black. He slammed her back on the bed and wrapped his calloused hand around her arms. He leaned down and bit into her breast, drawing and tasting blood in his teeth. She screamed to the top of her lungs.
"Ok, ok! Please stop!"
He let go of her breast. "Apologize."
"I-I'm sorry." She barely whispered.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"I'm sorry." She said a little louder.
He had a satisfied grin over his face. "See, that wasn't so hard." He ran his fingers down the side if her face. She squirmed away at his touch. "You know Detective; I don't want to hurt you. It actually pains me more to see you like this but, you brought this upon yourself."
She felt a tear fall from her face. She was in so much pain, she wanted to die. Whenever that thought popped in her head, she kept thinking of Toby and Brian. She needed to stay strong for them. If not, there was no reason for her to be alive.
"You like this necklace, don't you? I can't blame you, this is really nice."
"Please don't touch it." She said with the very last ounce of dignity she had left.
"They say when you wear a necklace, it means you want to keep it close to your heart," He snagged the chain from her neck. She yelped in pain as the chain cut her. "I can make damn well sure you have a constant connection with this...and me."
He left the room, for what felt like, forever. She silently wept and cried to herself. Cursing herself for being so fucking stupid. It was her fault that he was in her apartment, torturing her like this. She probably forgot to lock her door or window or something. Either way, it was still her fucking fault.
She trembled under her skin as she seen his shadow reappear in her room. She wanted to run so bad the binds he tied her in were extremely tight. She wanted to cover her exposed body from this sick fuck. But what she wanted most was Brian.
She rose her head just a little to see what he was doing. He slowly crept toward her, dangling her necklace from the chain. What stood out to her the most was the red color the necklace now was. It was scorching red with a sweltering sound. He crept closer and closer to her, swinging the chain like a hypnosis clock.
"Yeah, this shit is expensive," He said crawling his naked body onto hers, bearing all of his weight. "This baby didn't even melt."
She watched as he dangled the chain in her face. She knew what was coming next.
"Please don't," She begged squirming. "Please."
"It's ok sweetheart, it won't hurt." He slowly lowered the chain toward her chest. "it won't hurt at all."
"I'm going to do it mom."
"Do what Brian?"
"I love her and-," He fiddled around with something in his pocket. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."
Brian's mom, Viola Cassidy, gave Brian a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon.
"She's the one, isn't she?"
"Yeah Ma. I love her and Toby to death," He looked to the ground. "Do you think she'll say yes?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Olivia loves you. She's a sweet, pretty girl. She's the first good one you've ever had. I think that if your heart tells you too; go ahead before you lose your chance."
Brian sighed. "What if-"
"Hold it right there. No, what ifs Brian, that's going to cloud your judgment. Olivia loves you, you love her. Go for it."
"We haven't even talked about marriage."
"Surprise her," She chuckled. "I remember when your father proposed to me, may his soul rest in peace. He took forever to pop the question."
"What'd you do?"
She burst into laughter. "I told him I was pregnant. Then he had no choice but we did love each other."
"So you weren't pregnant?"
"I had just found out I was with your sister the day after he proposed."
Brian smiled. "Well, I'd love to sit here and listen to your wild days but Toby's tired. It's Saturday and he usually goes to sleep earlier."
"Stay," She held his shoulder. "Toby's sleep and fine. I guess that crib I had installed came in handy."
"Ok, what else do you want to talk about."
"The day I first laid eyes on Charles."
"Ma." He whined, not wanting to hear it.
"It was the summer of '56, I was-"
"Oh kill me now." He said under his breath. He wasn't even listening to her anyway. He was busy thinking of his proposal to Olivia.
"Now you'll always have it close to your heart. You should thank me." Lewis mocked looking at her chest. It was burned with the words from her necklace engraved in her skin. It was swollen, puffy, and really red on the outside of the wound.
She had just about cried her last tears. Her body was going numb from all the suffering, pain, and torture it sustained.
"Please," She pleaded weakly. "Please Kill me."
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