Here we are, another chapter. This one is shorter but it really didn't need anything else so here we go. Dick Wolf owns, enjoy!

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That night she lay awake, her mind so clouded she could barely get a clear thought through. She knew that tomorrow one thing was definite; she would call DA Raymond and tell her that the plea deals were a go. That she would sit in a courtroom and listen as all 15 of those men, one after the other told the judge, the lawyers and more importantly, her parts of what she had been trying so hard these last few months to forget, how they gang raped her on two separate occasions and she wondered where the other nine men were and if they would ever be found.

She could remember the first time she was taken down to that basement; to that room. The way they all pounced on her, their hands pulling at her from every direction, touching her most intimate places then pulling her down on that bed…

She'd tried to fight them; tried with everything she had but in the end… She remembered late that day when Harlan came after forcing her all morning, he made an announcement that they were going downstairs.

"Hey darlin, miss me?" She sat there in the corner, her knees drawn to her chest and unresponsive, but the moment she saw him enter the room she shuffled to her feet, stammering. She was still quite sick from the pregnancy which she was still denying and was quite dizzy. "Guess what?"

She turned her eyes and looked at him with such hatred but didn't say a word while tears made their way down her face. She took a step back as he took two forward, leering at her with an evil snarl on his face; staring at the gown she wore. It hung down off one of her shoulders and when she noticed him looking she wished to god that she'd taken a moment to fix it when she noticed his hand coming toward her and touching her skin.

"Still so soft!" He said as she fought not to vomit. His touch would make her ill no matter how long he had her here she thought as his hand then went from her shoulder, coiling in her hair. "Well, since you wonderin, you and me, we goin downstairs. He Said as he took his hand away.

"Thought I'd let you get out of this room." Except now she couldn't help but be suspicious. He hadn't let her out in weeks, not since she escaped and she had to wonder why now.

"Why?" She asked, feeling anxious and taking a few more steps back. He smiled that smile and took a few more steps forward and reached out to touch her. "Don't…" she cried before she felt him slap her.

"You don't question me, and second darlin, you still ain't learned that I, Immo touch you like I wanna!" He sneered as she bit back her tears and he felt her stomach through her gown. " I sure hope Junior's sleepin!" He said before letting his hands travel up and roughly squeezing her breasts through the gown, harshly pulling at her nipples. She stood there, more tears streaming her face as she felt his hand between her legs.

"Harlan please; I don't feel g-" But before she'd finished speaking, his hand came across her face again, hard this time and knocked her down onto the floor where she began bleeding.

"You still need teachin I see" He spat, undoing his belt while she tried to get up, blood trailing her nose and lip. Quickly he whipped off the thick leather strap, cracking it in the air and when it came down across her back, she let out the beginnings of a scream but quickly found that it was either that or catch her breath. She chose to breathe, or at least try to. The pain was so bad, it shocked her. The belt had cut into her tender flesh and although she knew she shouldn't cry, she couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes and fell as the blood poured down her back. She didn't have time to fully process it before the belt came down again, this time landing on her side when she struggled to get away. Again the pain shocking her.

Minutes went by that seemed like hours where he whipped her mercilessly and when he was done, she just lay there curled up in a ball, her gown practically ripped from her body and her quiet cries causing her to shake uncontrollably.

"You damn women; gotta treat ya like children! And I had hoped to take you downstairs fresh...you get yerself cleaned up and when I come back I don't wanna be questioned, you understand?" He yelled as he grabbed her hair, a 'yes' barely heard through her cries. She could still remember the way the belt stung like hell when it cracked against her skin and left welts forming with every hit; how she cried when she got into that shower. Just having the water touch her was like torture and she sat there and just sobbed hysterically thinking she had hit her lowest.

She had no idea.

When he came back a half hour later, he led her out of that room for the first time and she walked along, broken and bruised and offered no fight, he had beaten it out of her. She had no idea what awaited her in the basement...

She wiped away her tears that had begun falling as the memory went through her head; not that she'd ever forget it. She swallowed hard as her hands immediately flew to her baby that was kicking up a storm as she slowly sat up. "I thought you were sleeping…" She suddenly said "At least one of us was." As she caressed her belly, a calm feeling washing over her. Serena had that effect and she was so thankful for it as she felt her daughter moving inside her, so safe beneath her hands. Suddenly she seemed to forget what was weighing her down and was able to focus on Serena.

"You don't even know it but you give me so much strength, little one!" She sighed as Serena continued kicking her, letting her know in her own way that no matter what, she was here and Olivia knew that as she listened to the sound of the wind that was blowing terribly outside the window.

"Olivia, you okay?" She heard Nick ask as he knocked softly on the door and she shook her head. Two hours later and he was still checking on her, even came in to leave her some food an hour ago when she just lay there.

Even though she couldn't talk to him because she knew if she did that she would lose it, right now she also knew that she needed somebody. She couldn't bottle it up, it wasn't good for her and it wasn't good for Serena.

"I'm fine she called through the door with not much conviction. Nick could hear it and wanted so much to fix it all, but he couldn't and that was what made him want to hit something.

"Liv can I come in?" He asked, still through the closed door. It was a long moment before her answer came back. A yes that he didn't hesitate against and opened the door, stepping inside the room.

"I brought you some chamomile tea...I heard it's good for calming…" He said as he carefully handed her the mug.

"Thanks Nick."

"You sure you're okay?" He asked as she sipped the tea then put it on the nightstand.

"Trust me. I'm fine, I just… Could you not mention this to anyone? I don't…"

"Liv, it's alright."

"It's not but thank you...I just can't deal with everyone asking me questions."

"It's cool; it'll stay between us but you need to tell me. What happened? You haven't had an episode in months; do I need to be worried?"

"No." She had tears coming out of her eyes and tried to smile through them but they kept coming. "I'm sorry!" She wiped her tears with the back of her hand just as Nick handed her two tissues and she thanked him. He sat down beside her and held her while she cried.

"What is it, Liv?" It wasn't until her tears had lightened up that she tried to talk about it, her hand on her stomach as she gathered up the courage.

"I; Fin knows, and now Elliot. I couldn't handle telling anyone else but you're gonna find out."

"Find out what?" Olivia didn't say things like that lightly so he knew it must be bad.

She kept her head down, and nervously running her hands over her stomach, trying to find the words. "When...I was missing...and I was in that house. Harlan; he took a lot of pleasure in knowing just how much he could hurt me; humiliate me even worse than his son ever could and he succeeded…"

Nick sat there and listened as she told him about the gang rapes, the men involved, the ones that they'd caught, the call from the prosecutor and her acceptance of the plea deal that she'd call tomorrow and tell the DA that she was accepting. She told him everything and though he tried, he couldn't hold back his tears. Part of him wished that he'd never asked but an even bigger part was glad that he now knew.

Still, an even bigger part still was wishing to god that he could somehow have five minutes alone with Harlan… If only he'd known that the creep wasn't in the grave, but right downstairs in Bronwyn's car, looking up at the apartment and jerking off!

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See y'all next time!