Beast's Obsession

Olivia was staring into the face of William Lewis, The Beast, as her hands cuffed behind her lost all feeling. The gusts of wind billowing through the open spaces in the walls of the old granary blew her hair into her eyes, but they couldn't stray from the man.

"Cut her down." She used her words to try and negotiate Amelia's release. It wasn't fair that little girl had to be dragged into their battle.

"You have me now."

Lewis took out the knife in his bag as he held his gun in the other hand. He enjoyed the fact that this time, Olivia had no place to run. She didn't want to escape. She knew she couldn't. She was there to save Amelia, and as long as he had the young girl, Olivia was his to do with what he pleased.

Olivia waited for his answer nervously.

"The thing is, now I've got both of you. So I can do you, let her watch. Or I could cut her down, do her let you watch. I'm fine either way."

The grin that spread across his face sent coils of chills down Olivia's spine into every nerve in her body. Her legs trembled. She had to make the choice. She already had. The worst part was she could see that he wanted to hear it.

"So what's it gonna be?" He held the knife to her as she held herself together.

She didn't glance back to look at Amelia. She didn't have to to know the fear in her little heart. Olivia swallowed her pride. She swallowed everything she'd gained back during her recovery from his last assault - confidence, strength, and power. It was gone in that moment as she told him.

"Rape me."

The words tasted like vinegar. They hurt her almost physically as they came out. The shake in her voice was obvious, but she didn't have the energy to care. This time he would take it all. She'd escaped it too many times. Even as she wanted nothing more than to look away from Lewis' grin, Olivia kept her gaze locked on him.

Lewis felt the rush of excitement through his bloodstream plummet south. Olivia was finally going to be his. All of her.

She stared at him, waiting for him to start. How would he do it? Years of avoiding and fighting against being raped, here she was telling Lewis to do it to her. There was no worse feeling than the one she harbored as she replayed the words she'd just spoken. She'd never choose that, but now she had to.

Before, she fought him almost to the death to keep him from raping her. That had changed. Lewis had known how to get what he wanted. He had known how to establish the sick relationship even Olivia couldn't deny they had by kidnapping a little girl.

Lewis gripped her arm, turning her towards the only object in the room: a large metal table. He walked her to the edge of it as she said nothing, her body rigid as it prepared to take what it had to. He pushed her against it, her pelvis hitting it hard as she faced the long end. She flinched when he kicked at her feet, spreading them until they hit both legs of the table.

Olivia forced herself to breathe as normally as she could. She could already feel the pain. He was taking away every chance of escape she had, an escape she wouldn't try to make because if Amelia. The tape made her jump as it tightened around her ankles. It chilled her blood as she realized how incapable she was becoming to protect herself. Now she was giving up everything to protect someone else. That was her job.

It wouldn't have mattered if Lewis hadn't taped her to the table, if he didn't have her cuffed. She still wouldn't have run. She couldn't just leave Amelia to suffer the consequences of a fight between the two of them. As hard as it would have been, she would have taken everything Lewis inflicted even unrestrained.

Her eyes closed, trying to take herself somewhere else. She had to remove herself before he started or she'd be stuck with him in that room forever. Olivia took deep breaths, seeing her partner's face in the darkness as she kept her eyes shut. She knew he was looking for her. They all were. But they'd be too late, too late to stop this.

After Lewis was finished - she didn't know what was coming. She didn't have the capacity to think about all of that. Would he kill her? Should she fight back right now instead of letting him rape her only to kill them both later? No. She couldn't. He had a knife and a gun. She didn't even have hands.

Lewis startled her when he uncuffed her right hand, moving to cuff her left hand to the table. Olivia gripped it hard as her eyes flew open again. The cold of the table seeped into her veins. He wanted her to be able to struggle. He was making it so that she could, just enough. His footsteps took him back around to the side of the table. He touched her cheek as she kept her eyes off of him. She stared straight ahead. As hard as she tried, she couldn't remove herself from her captivity - neither in her mind nor in her reality.

Lewis saw right through her. It was an eerie connection between the two opposites. Lewis was the monster she'd fought in all forms for 15 years, yet their minds were connected deeply. The experiences he'd forced her to have, the trauma he'd put her through had created that connection. Olivia wished she could rid herself of it, but it was too strong, too deep. Lewis enjoyed using it, if only because he knew how much it hurt her.

He dragged his fingers along her jawbone as he smiled.

"Say it again." He demanded forcefully, though he was quiet.

Olivia swallowed again, refusing silently. She wouldn't say it again.

When she heard Amelia whimpering again, she jerked her head to the side to find Lewis staring straight at her, his gun on the girl.

"Say it again." Lewis repeated, smiling as he used the girl to his advantage. He'd known it would work.

Olivia felt a lump in her throat, everything in her telling her not to, but she knew she had no choice. He'd taken that freedom away. She suppressed her tears.

"Rape me." The break in her voice made the second word almost inaudible. Her eyes caught Amelia's, and in that moment, the words became ok. She was doing it all to make sure Amelia would be able to live her life without Lewis in it.

Olivia had to save her life. No one else could. If suffering a violent, intimate assault was the only way to do that, she was ready.

Olivia closed her eyes.

I'm ready.