So sorry I took so long to update. My laptop power chord burned out and I had to order a new one. Then finally, after six days of laptop withdrawal, it finally arrived. And now, here's the next chapter. Enjoy! Please feel free to read and review!
Location: Canada. Hospital.
Elliot lay on the exam room table gazing up at the ceiling while the doctor carefully cleaned out his wound and stitched up his shoulder. Thoughts of Olivia floated through his mind. He wished the doctor would hurry up so he could continue searching for her. Dana sat in a chair by his side.
"You should be out looking for Liv," he told her. "Not babysitting me. I'm fine."
"We have no more leads," Dana informed him. "Gina and Max are at the station going over his file and every single piece of evidence again. They'll call me the second they find something."
"I don't think the answer is in there," Elliot had a sudden thought. "Think about it. He wasn't at the storage unit, or at any of his old Canadian stomping grounds. He knows we're on to him, so he had to change his plans."
"You're right," she realized. "But how do we figure out where we took her?"
"Start with where he abandoned the car," he replied.
"Ohhhh...," she knew what he was thinking. "I see where you're going with this."
Dana pulled out her phone and called Max and Gina. Meanwhile Elliot was getting anxious to leave the hospital. He turned to the doctor.
"Are you done yet?" he asked. "I really need to get back to work."
"Almost," the doctor answered without looking up. "Just a few more stitches. The wound is small but deep. Then I just have to give you a tetanus shot. And you'll be good to go."
"Good," Elliot laid his head back.
Dana hung up her phone and looked over at Elliot.
"What did they say?" questioned Elliot.
"They finished processing the crime scene at Granger's old house," she responded. "They estimated about a dozen bodies in the basement. Nothing buried in the backyard though. I asked them about the car. Max said there's an industrial park about a half mile up the road with several abandoned buildings."
"That's all?" Elliot was hoping for more. Or at least something less complicated.
"Yep," Dana said. "He and Gina are assembling teams. We're going to search first thing in the morning. But for now, you need to rest."
"I'm not resting until I find Liv," he told her, defiantly.
"Yes, you are," she said, just as defiantly. "Even if I have to restrain you myself."
There was no point in arguing. Elliot knew that Dana was right. It was far too late. He closed his eyes to see Olivia's smiling face. He longed to hold her in his arms and gaze into her warm brown eyes. He prayed that he would find her and that she would be alive.
"I will find you, Liv," he vowed to himself, a tear slid down his cheek. "Or I'll die trying. I promise."
Location: Unknown.
It was dark outside. But whether it was nightfall or early morning, Olivia could not tell. She was so weak and disoriented from all the drugs Granger had given her that she lost all track of time. How long had she been here? Hours? Days? It felt so long, but she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that she couldn't take anymore of his torture. She had endured endless hours of Granger giving her pills or injecting her with different drugs and seeing how she reacted while he repeatedly raped her. One drug made her twitchy, which angered him enough that he beat her. Another drug caused her to hallucinate. Granger had taken great pleasure in using her hallucinations against her. The most recent drug he'd given her made her sleep for several hours.
Olivia now lay awake, her body shivering and drenched in sweat from the drugs working their way out of her system. Tears streamed down her face as she whimpered in pain. Her voice was too weak to yell. And her body ached too much to move. Her pelvis was sore, along with her thighs which were also heavily bruised. The leather restraints left bruises on her wrists and ankles. Her face was battered, her lip swollen and bloody, her right eye bruised and so swollen she could barely open it. She now realized she would never be able to leave Elliot a bread crumb like she had planned. She prayed he would find her before it was too late. How she longed to gaze into his deep blue eyes, feeling his strong, muscular arms around her body.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Granger as he entered the room, nearing her bedside.
"Hey, beautiful," he stroked her thigh with one hand, making her shudder. "I'm surprised to see you awake so soon. I wasn't expecting you to wake for a few more hours."
He moved his hand higher up her thigh. Olivia was much too weak to fight back. The only thing she could do was weep.
"I guess you couldn't wait," he taunted with a grin. "Neither could I."
Granger pulled the blanket off her nude body. Olivia trembled fiercely from the cold as she continued to sob.
"Shh...don't cry, Olivia," he picked up a syringe and vial and filled the syringe. "I know what will make you feel better."
Olivia's cries intensified as he injected the syringe into her shoulder. He removed his pants and underwear, then positioned himself on top of her. He entered her thrusting fast and hard as Olivia began to feel the full effects of the drug take over her body. She became even more disoriented as her body relaxed. She could feel herself growing drowsy. Her eyelids suddenly heavy with sleep, slowly closed.
"Wake up, you whore!" Granger slapped her hard.
Olivia's eyes fluttered open, only to close again. The drug was too strong. Granger realized this but still continued to wake her up.
"Dammit, Olivia!" he yelled hitting her again, harder this time. "I said wake the fuck up!"
She opened her eyes again, this time mumbling something before she closed her eyes once again.
He shook her awake once more. "What the hell did you say?"
"El..." she muttered in her subconscious, closing her eyes once more. "Find me, Elliot...I need you...Elliot..."
"Elliot can't save you from me," he scoffed.
Olivia opened her eyes and looked straight into Granger's eyes.
"Yes, he will," her voice was a hoarse whisper. "He'll never stop searching...till he finds me..."
He let her go as her eyes closed again. He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Hearing Elliot's name caused Granger to lose his erection. Fuming with rage, he kicked the cart, knocking it on its side as all the vials, pill bottles, and everything else spilled to the floor.
"You see what you made me do!" he shouted.
Olivia yelped as Granger punched her, leaving a shiny bruise on her cheek. He put his pants back on, but removed the belt from the waist. He held the two ends of the belt in one hand as he freed one of Olivia's hands from its restraint with his other hand. He then grabbed her arm and turned her over onto her stomach.
"Let's see how your precious Elliot likes this!" he roared, raising the belt high above his head.
Granger brought down the belt fast and hard, striking Olivia's back with such force that it left a large, deep red welt.
"AAAAAAHH!" she screamed, her eyes snapped wide open, tears streaming down her face.
The pain was unbearable. She cried hysterically, begging him to stop, but he raised the belt and struck her again and again. Each time more forceful than the last, causing her skin to break. Blood trickled down from her back to the bed.
"STOP!" Olivia cried out in agony. "NO MORE! PLEASE!"
He ignored her cries and continued whipping her even harder. The welts grew larger, and deeper, as more blood flowed down and across her back. Her cries grew even stronger, but he ignored them still, each blow to her back more powerful than the last. Her back becoming soaked in blood.
Suddenly he stopped. Olivia slowly looked up and realized why. He regained his erection and had a hungry, sinister look in his eyes. He turned her onto her back once again, putting her arm back in the restraint. Olivia flinched and cried in pain as her bloody back touched the bed. He removed his pants and positioned himself atop of her once again.
"Fuck YES!" he groaned as he slammed into her, moving deep inside her.
Olivia cried out as the weight of his body on hers intensified the stinging pain in her back.
"OWWWW!" she sobbed hysterically. "Please stop! You're hurting me!"
But he couldn't help himself as the pleasure grew inside of him. He continued moving inside her, deeper, increasing his pace. Olivia continued to weep beneath him as his weight repeatedly pushed her back harder into the bed. The excruciating pain shooting through her back became too much for Olivia to bear. She became increasingly dizzy, her cries softened, then ceased all together as she slowly lost consciousness.
Location: Canada. Royal Mounted Police Station.
Elliot stared angrily at the desk, his fist balled up. Today was another dead end. They searched seven abandoned warehouses in the industrial park and no sign of Olivia or Granger. It was late afternoon now, and Gina and Max were searching for another lead, planning their next move. Dana saw the anguished look in Elliot's eyes.
"Elliot, you need to calm down," she spoke gently. "Letting all the anger, pain, and frustration fester inside you isn't gonna help us find Olivia. What would she say to you if she were here right now?"
"She'd tell me the same thing.," he answered, thinking about Olivia. "She'd want me to keep looking because there's always something we missed. Something we overlooked."
"Exactly," Dana said. "And whatever it is, we'll figure it out."
"Yes, we will," Gina reassured him. "We're looking into any and all abandoned buildings in the area where he could be hiding."
A sudden thought came into Dana's mind.
"What if he's not hiding in an abandoned building?" she asked.
Gina was confused. "What do you mean?"
"What if he's hiding in a local residence?" Dana clarified. "Has anyone gone on vacation recently?"
"I see what you mean," Elliot realized. "He's hiding in plain sight."
"That makes sense," nodded Max. "Many perps have done it before."
"True," Gina agreed. "Let's put a few teams together and canvass the town. It's rather small. Everybody knows everybody here. I'm sure somebody has seen or heard something out of the ordinary."
"Good idea," agreed Max. "But still, let's have one team here, checking out all the abandoned buildings in the area. Just in case."
"Sounds good to me," Elliot stood up, ready to go.
Just as they were about to leave the station, several officers walked in with teenagers in handcuffs protesting their arrest. One officer was escorting a teenage boy in handcuffs, who he then led to Max's desk where he sat down in the chair next to the desk.
"Hey, pops!" the boy shot a wicked grin at Max.
"Dominic!" Max exclaimed. "What the hell did you do this time?"
Dominic resembled his father in that he shared the same hair and eye color and had similar facial features. They were even about the same height. Max, however, had more of a muscular build. And unlike his father's clean cut, Dominic's shoulder-length hair drooped around his face and neck. He was dressed as if he were going to a punk rock concert, wearing blue jeans with holes in them and a black t-shirt under a ratty gray hoodie.
"Nothing," Dominic lied.
"Nothing, my ass!" his father snapped. "The last time you said it was nothing, you got drunk and decided to go streaking across your school football field at halftime during the homecoming game!"
"Blame it on peer pressure," Dominic quipped. "The guys dared me to do it."
"Is that so?" Max demanded to know. "Well, did peer pressure make you steal a squad car and take it for a joyride where you drove it into a ditch. By the way, I'm still paying off the damages. I should sell your iPod to help pay it off."
"Nah," Dominic put his legs up on the desk and leaned back in the chair. "I was just bored that time."
"That's enough out of you," Max told him. "Stay put. I'll be right back."
"Whatever," Dominic grumbled, pulling his iPod out of his pocket and putting on his headphones.
While Dominic drowned away in his music, Max moved closer to Gina, Dana, Elliot, and the officer who brought in Dominic.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized in a hushed tone. "My fifteen-year-old son is a bit of a pain in the ass. He wasn't always this way. It's just since my wife died of breast cancer last year, he's been acting out a lot."
"That's understandable," Dana spoke quietly. "Have you tried talking to him?"
"I've tried everything," replied Max. "Talking, spending more time with him, grounding him. I even made him spend a couple weeks in a juvenile detention center last summer. Nothing worked."
"Try group counseling," Elliot suggested. "Put him in a group with kids his own age. Teens are more likely to open up to other teens than their own parents."
"I'll give it a shot," Max said, then walked over to Dominic, pulling off his headphones. "So, McGill, what did my kid do this time?"
McGill, the other officer stepped forward.
"Trespassing on private property," McGill informed him. "He and his friends were caught sneaking around Greenwood Hills."
"Greenwood Hills?" Max repeated. "The old mental hospital? What possessed you to go there?"
"Just having a little fun," scoffed Dominic. "What can I say? Chicks love thrill-seekers."
"Why didn't you just go see a horror flick?" questioned Max.
"Oh, please!" Dominic snickered. "This place was a million times better than any horror flick! It's seriously haunted! My buddy, Wade, took his girl there last night. He said he heard a woman screaming. He almost pissed himself when he realized it wasn't his girl."
"It was probably some junkies," assumed McGill.
"No way," Dominic shook his head. "It sounded like this chick was being tortured by some psycho dude. There was a lot of noise like stuff hitting the wall. I'm telling you, she must be a ghost of a tortured patient or something. I bet you could look up her file and junk. That dude kept calling her 'Olivia.'"
Elliot and Dana exchanged looks with each other, then with Gina and Max.
"Where is Greenwood Hills?" Elliot demanded.
"Just outside of town," replied Gina. "About two miles from where the car was abandoned. We ruled it out earlier because we thought it was too far of a walk for Granger and Olivia."
"Unless they didn't walk," suggested Elliot. "Where's the report from the abandoned car?"
"Right here!" Max called from the file cabinet across the room.
He rejoined them and handed Elliot the file.
"I also found this," Max held up another file. "It's a stolen car report from the same morning local authorities found Granger's car. The car was registered to a man whose house is not far from where Granger abandoned the car. I'm guessing Granger stole the car, went back to get Olivia and his belongings, then drove off to Greenwood Hills."
"The evidence supports your theory," Elliot told him. "The file reports tire marks leading to and away from the car."
"Well, then," Dana spoke up. "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
"Max, we should bring back-up," Gina insisted. "Just in case."
"Definitely," Max agreed.
Elliot nodded in agreement. "Make sure they turn off all their lights and sirens. We don't want to spook Granger. He still has Olivia in there with him. If he notices us, he will kill her."
"Got it!" called Max. " Dominic! Stay here with McGill. I'll be back soon."
"What else is new?" Dominic asked, sarcastically, putting his headphones back on.
Elliot, Dana, Max, and Gina readied themselves and headed out of the station. They hopped into their cars and drove as fast and as quietly as the could to Greenwood Hills.
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