Location: Greenwood Hills Psychiatric Hospital.
"I found a new toy for us," he smiled sinisterly. "And believe me when I tell you this one will blow your mind!"
Olivia's eyes grew wide with fear. Her body trembled as sheer terror swept over her. She watched as Granger placed the box on the floor by her bed. He saw the fear in her eyes and went over to her.
"There's no need to be scared," he taunted, stroking her hair. "We're gonna have some fun. Don't you want to have some fun?"
"Yes," she managed to say through tears.
"Then why are you crying?" he questioned.
"I'm sorry," she forced herself to stop crying. "I'll stop."
"You're always sorry," he grumbled. "This time I'll make you sorry."
He opened the box and began sifting through it. He pulled out a metal rectangular box that look like an old ham radio and set it on the nightstand. As he continued to sift through the box, Olivia tried to focus on the metal box. But she was so weak and disoriented that she couldn't read the lettering on any of the knobs and buttons on the box.
Granger stood up, holding what Olivia thought were electrical chords in one hand. In the other hand, he held a plastic mouth guard. He set the mouth guard on the nightstand next to the metal box. He then plugged the chords into the box. That's when Olivia finally realized what was happening. The box was an electroconvulsive therapy machine. And the chords were electrodes.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she begged him. "Please don't do this!"
"Aw, come on, Olivia!" he scoffed. "I thought you wanted to have some fun!"
Olivia cried and struggled to free herself as Granger held her down. He attached the electrode pads to her temples and forehead. She clamped her mouth shut when she saw him reach for the mouth guard.
"Open your mouth!" he snapped, hitting Olivia hard. "Open it, you bitch!"
As she cried out, Granger quickly shoved the mouth guard in her mouth. He held her jaw steady as he shut her mouth holding the mouth guard in place.
"Bite down," he ordered her.
Tears streamed down Olivia's face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She closed her eyes tight for she couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"Open your eyes, dammit!" he growled. "Don't make me hurt you again! Now open them!"
Olivia forced her eyes open, weeping harder.
"Good girl," he grinned.
He turned the voltage knob on the ECT machine to the lowest setting.
"Don't worry," he quipped. "This will only hurt for a moment."
Granger pushed a button on the machine.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Olivia screamed as extreme pain surged through her brain.
Even though the mouth guard muffled her scream, it still filled the room and buzzed through the hallway.
Granger held her head and jaw steady as her body jerked around on the bed for a moment before finally losing consciousness.
Location: Greenwood Hills Psychiatric Hospital. Kitchen.
Once they were inside the kitchen, Elliot, Dana, Max, and Gina surveyed their surroundings. Along the wall to the left of the door they entered was a line of metal stoves covered in rust and mold. And to the right of them was a row of sinks, some empty and some full of dishes caked with crusty old food. In the center of the room were two rows of prep stations. Each were covered with old pots and pans, cooking utensils, and moldy food. The wall opposite them had a row of carts filled with dishes, some clean and others with stuck-on, hardened and moldy food. The entire kitchen itself smelled of rancid meat. Aside from the door they entered from, there were three other doors. But no one knew which door led to the cafeteria, which was where they needed to go. They tried the closest door to them. It turned out to be an old walk-in refrigerator. They realized that was where the smell came from. They carefully crossed through the kitchen, making sure not to bump into anything or knocking over any dishes. The other two doors led out to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was about as big as the SVU squad room. It consisted of five rows, each containing twelve tables. Each table had four chairs stacked upside down on it. The exit, a set of double doors, lay across the room from them. They carefully maneuvered around the tables. They were almost to the doors when Elliot bumped into one of the tables, causing a chair to fall. He managed to grab the chair with one hand before it hit the floor. He bit down on his lower lip to stop him from crying out in pain.
"Are you okay?" Dana whispered to him when they made it to the doors.
"I'll be fine," he flinched, holding his gut. "Let's keep going."
When they entered the lobby, they all looked at Max for their next move.
"Well," Max began, in a soft voice. "The stairs are located to the right of the elevators. From there, we'll split up. Gina and I will search the left wing, and you and Dana will search the right wing."
They all nodded, but stopped dead in their tracks before they even made it to the staircase. Suddenly, an earth-shattering shriek echoed throughout the hospital.
"Olivia!" Elliot gasped, his voice echoing throughout the main lobby. "She's alive!"
He clamped his hand over his mouth, realizing he spoke too loud. Thankfully, the storm raging outside was so loud that it overpowered his outcry. But he was absolutely certain the scream belonged to Olivia. There wasn't a doubt in his mind. He knew he had to get to her fast. It was only a matter of time before Granger killed her.
"It sounded like it came from upstairs," said Dana, staring at the ceiling. "Somewhere in the right wing."
"There's another set of stairs that way," Max spoke quietly, pointing past the cafeteria doors. "Gina and I will go up that way, while you two continue up these stairs."
"Good idea
The four of them drew their weapons as they silently raced up the stairs, following the sound of Olivia's screams.
Location: Greenwood Hills Psychiatric Hospital.
The pain throbbed in Olivia's head as she awoke, momentarily confused and disoriented. There was a ringing in her ears that only exacerbated her head pain. Where was she? Why was she naked and strapped to a bed? And why did her head feel like it was going to explode? She looked around trying to make sense of what was happening. But it only made her head hurt more, causing her to feel nauseated again. As she lifted her neck, she could feel her nausea growing worse. She turned her head, spit the mouth guard out, and vomited again.
"There you go AGAIN!" snapped Granger, hitting her so hard it made her dizzy. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you like pissing me off? Is that it?"
As she cried out in pain, Olivia suddenly started to remember. The painful memories of the constant injection of drugs and repeated rapes and beatings filled her mind. All she could do was lay there and cry. Her jaw hurt too much to speak. But she felt it was better that way. Granger was fuming mad. She feared if she apologized to him again, he may hit her. Or worse. He may kill her. She had to find a way to buy more time, to stall him. But how? Her head was in too much pain, and she was too disoriented and weak to think clearly. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
"Oh, no you don't!" Granger roared. "Wake up!"
He grabbed Olivia by the shoulders and shook her. Then he knelt down and picked up the mouth guard.
"The party has only just begun," he sneered, tightly gripping her chin. "Now it's time for round two."
He held her chin with one hand and pried her mouth open with the other hand. He then forced the mouth guard back in her mouth, ignoring her cries. Olivia tried to spit it out, but Granger clamped her jaw shut, holding the mouth guard in place. From the look of rage in his eyes, Olivia could sense that he was growing more infuriated.
"Disrespectful bitch!" he snarled. "You'll learn your lesson yet!"
Olivia's muffled cries intensified, but Granger continued to ignore her. He let her go and moved toward the ECT machine. He turned the voltage knob, raising it to a higher setting than before. Then he moved his hand over another button.
Location: Greenwood Hills Psychiatric Hospital. Second Floor Hallway.
At the top of the stairs, Elliot and Dana surveyed their surroundings and planned their next moves. The hallway was pitch dark. And it smelled of mold and mildew. Outside, the storm raged on, beating against the old hospital. The two of them, guns drawn, searched room by room, silently and swiftly. But there was no sign of Olivia or Granger. Dana could see the frustration and anger in Elliot's eyes.
"Elliot, calm down," she whispered gently. "We're going to find her. We have to stay focused."
"I know we will," he said, frantically. "That was her scream. I know she's here somewhere. I can feel it."
"Me too," said Dana. "That's why we need to keep looking."
As they continued searching, they ran into Gina and Max. Their search also came up empty.
"She must be on the third floor," suggested Gina.
"We'll take those stairs," Max pointed to an exit sign down the hall. "Then we'll split up again we get upstairs."
Suddenly, they heard noise above them. First there was yelling in a man's voice followed by crying in a woman's voice.
"That's them," Dana whispered. They're upstairs."
"Time to go," Elliot said in a hushed tone. "NOW!"
They all nodded in agreement and quietly flew up the stairs at the speed of light. At the top, they looked to the left, then right deciding their next move.
"Look," Dana spoke softly. "There's a light down there."
She pointed down the hall to the right. Sure enough, at the very end of the hall was a dim light pouring out of one of the rooms.
"Dana and I will go first," volunteered Elliot. "You two back us up."
Gina and Max nodded, as Elliot and Dana drew their weapons and crept silently down the hall. Max and Gina followed a short distance behind them. As they reached the room where the light came from, Elliot noticed the door was ajar. He peered through the open crack and saw Granger hovering over Olivia who was strapped to the bed, crying and struggling to break free. While Granger's back was turned, Elliot motioned to Dana, who was standing behind him. She nodded and quickly and quietly moved to the other side of the door.
"Disrespectful bitch!" they heard Granger snarl at Olivia. "You'll learn your lesson yet!"
As they peeked in again, they saw Granger's back was still turned, but he was no longer hovering over Olivia. This time he was standing in front of a machine on the nightstand. Elliot and Dana could see her now, bruised and bloody with electrode pads attached to her head. They suddenly realized what was happening. They looked at each other and nodded.
"FREEZE, GRANGER!" Elliot shouted as he and Dana burst through the door, weapons drawn.
Granger turned around and faced the two of them. On the bed, Olivia cried years of joy at the sight of Elliot.
"So you found us," he scoffed. "Well done."
He mockingly clapped his hands for Elliot and Dana.
"Step away from the machine," Dana commanded him. "And slowly put your hands up."
He ignored her command and grinned sinisterly. Instead, he remained where he was and moved his hand over to the ECT machine. He raised the voltage knob to the highest setting.
"Don't do anything stupid!" Elliot yelled, watching him closely. "I will gladly blow your fucking brains out. Now step away from the machine!"
"Shoot me and she dies!" Granger yelled, his hand firmly on the button.
"You sure you want to do that?," asked Elliot. "You know damn well if she dies, you go down for murder."
"Not that it makes much of a difference," added Dana. "You're already getting the death penalty. We found your body farms, here in Canada and New York."
"Plus, we can nail your ass for eight rapes," Elliot added. "And that's including Olivia."
"I'll take my chances," quipped Granger.
"You're pretty cocky for a dead man," snapped Dana.
"Give it up already, Granger," Elliot taunted. "The only way you're leaving this building is in a body bag."
"Oh yea," Granger scoffed. "Well, if I die, I'm taking her with me."
With one hand, he pointed to Olivia on the bed, frozen with fear. His other hand still firmly on the button on the ECT machine.
"Not on my watch!" Elliot growled, his finger on the trigger.
"Or mine!" added Dana, her gun aimed at Granger's chest.
"Think about what you're doing, Elliot," Granger taunted. Do you really want to risk Olivia's life like this?"
Elliot looked over at Olivia. She looked back at him with wide, frightened eyes. Pleading eyes that silently begged him to save her. He saw her bruised body and the bloody sheets. She had been through hell and back. As he gazed into her eyes, he contemplated his next move. He held his gun steady, aiming it at Granger.
"I'm not risking her life," Elliot stared Granger down. "I'm saving it."
Granger stood there, unflinching. "Do you really think you two can intimidate me?"
"How about three of us?" asked Max entering the room, gun drawn.
"Or four of us?" Gina entered the room behind Max, gun also drawn.
Granger hadn't anticipated this. His hands left the machine and fell to his side. He looked around the room nervously, contemplating his next move.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Elliot grinned devilishly.
"Feeling a little outnumbered there, Granger?" teased Max.
"You'll never make it out of here alive," scoffed Gina.
"You don't stand a chance against us," quipped Dana.
Granger looked around the room at the four of them. Then he looked at Olivia, then back up at Elliot.
"So, what's it gonna be?" Elliot pressed on.
Granger looked at the ECT machine.
"Don't do it, Granger!" yelled Elliot.
A sinister grin spread across Granger's face as his next moved came to his mind. He stared coldly at Elliot, unblinking and unflinching.
"Say goodbye to your precious Olivia," he said, moving his hand to the ECT machine.
Elliot fired a shot into his chest. But Granger didn't fall right away. Instead, he spoke not a word, as he looked down at the bloody wound in his chest. Granger reached his hand out and hit the button on the ECT machine as Elliot fired a second shot into Granger's head. His body finally collapsed onto the floor, motionless and lifeless.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Olivia shrieked, as excruciating pain exploded through her brain.
Elliot immediately ran to her side. Her body had gone limp and unconscious, before stiffening up. He checked her pulse. It was very weak and thready. Suddenly, Olivia's body began to convulse and jerk violently, causing the bed to bang against the wall. Elliot pulled the mouth guard out of her mouth.
"Oh, my God!" he cried out. "She's having a seizure! Someone call a bus!"
Elliot lifted her head and neck to keep her airways clear. He then held her jaw shut and her head steady, as her body continued to convulse and jerk violently on the bed.
"Hang in there, Liv!" he pleaded, steadying his grip on her head and jaw. "Everything is going to be okay! Hang in there!"
Will Olivia be okay? Find out in the next chapter! Stay tuned! More to come soon. Please Feel free to review!