Not much I can say here; this is chapter seven and well, let's just get to it. Dick Wolf owns the SVU characters, I own mine. Enjoy!
***Chapter contains rape and violence***
"Cammi please, think. Is there anything, any tiny detail that you can tell us, maybe something you forgot or didn't think was important" Murphy implored
"No, I gave you guys everything I remember and we've been going over these same details for over an hour! I wish I could help more but I really need to go. I have a show tonight and I need to prepare" she informed them as she got up and began gathering her things
"Cammi, wait; sweetie, listen alright?" Nick said, looking at her with sad eyes "Look I know you have things you have to do, but honey you're our only lead right now and we have to find this man before it's too late. Please anything you can remember." He begged
"I wish I could, I just…"
"Anything…please! Did she maybe tell someone else about him? Another friend…a boyfriend?"
"She didn't have a boyfriend. What boyfriend would allow their girl to get the hell beaten out of her by a stranger for money?" Nick and Murphy looked at each other feeling more hopeless with each passing second.
"OMG, that's it, the boyfriend!" she exclaimed
"Whose boyfriend? Murphy asked
"That Benson…the cop, she…the guy who paid Faith, he's her boyfriend!"
"What?!' Nick asked, not believing his own ears
"Well ex-boyfriend; Faith said he told her that they'd broken up recently and that she'd been avoiding him and he wanted her help to get her to talk to him. That's all I have. I'm sorry."
"You did good Cammi."
"That son of a bitch!" Nick cried as he flung open the door to the interview room and made his way out into the squad room "Where the hell is he?" he yelled
"Who?" Amanda asked
"Cassidy. Where is he?"
"Amaro, what's goin on?" Fin asked as he approached Nick
"He did this, Fin, he took her!"
"Holy shit! The girl give us a lead?" Brian asked, reentering the squad room after a bathroom break.
"You son of a bitch!" Nick yelled as he lunged at Brian and pinned him to the wall
"Hey man, what the hell?!"
"Where is she?!" Nick demanded, livid beyond the point of rationality
"Where's…LIV? You think I took Liv?"
"Amaro!" Fin called, his tone a warning but Nick was too far gone to hear it or care
"It all makes sense, all of the calls TARU found to her cell from you…you been stalking her for the past week "I'm sorry…I took advantage…I guess that's why you won't talk to me" WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?"
"NOTHING!" Brian yelled as he pushed Nick away from him
"Oh yeah, tell them what you just told us" Nick said to Cammi who had just reentered the squad room with Murphy on her way out. Cammi looked nervously at Murphy as if she was unsure if she should until he gave her a slight nod letting her know it was okay.
"The guy Faith met up with from craigslist, he said he was her boyfriend that they'd broken up and she had been avoiding him…he was using Faith to get to her…can I go now?"
"Yeah, and thank you. we'll be in touch." Murphy said. Cammi nodded.
"I hope it helped and you find her safe…I wish Faith… Goodnight officers."
"You are out of your goddamn mind Amaro!" Brian yelled
"You're the only ex-boyfriend I see" Nick sneered "So where'd you stash her huh?"
"Tell me something genius, when exactly would I have had the time to do this, huh?" Brian asked "My lunch break?"
"Alright, I get it!"
"Cuz I totally have time to post ads online, meet with and stab a hooker and kidnap Liv all while Tucker's been glued to my ass for the past two weeks? You're a moron Amaro!"
"Under the circumstances you can see why it was so easy to jump to the wrong conclusion" Nick said apologetically
"Maybe, but you guys know that I would never hurt Liv, I love her"
"We know man" Fin assured him. "Everybody is on edge and nobody is thinking clearly."
"Whoever is behind this planned it carefully to throw us off track at every turn." Murphy said
"And it's working" Amanda added "No prints on the knife, the money wasn't fresh so there are too many prints on it to single anyone out; he posted the craigslist ad from an internet café…this guy knows what he's doin and something tells me that this ain't his first time at the rodeo!"
"And with us out of leads, this is gonna end up goin cold real fast!" Murphy sighed "Where the hell are you Benson?"
"And with who?" Fin asked
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She regained consciousness to see that night had set in again and the room was once again bathed in candlelight. It took her a moment to focus with the pain in her head that was causing her vision to blur terribly. She was horrified to see Harlan sitting beside her on the bed, his hand between her legs and she immediately began trying to fight him but quickly realized that she was restrained to the bed and she fought every urge to scream.
"There she is…such a wildcat!" he grinned as he continued to rub her; she squeezed her eyes shut trying to mentally escape the hell she was in but with his hands on her and touching her so intimately and every inch of her body screaming in pain it was hard to dissociate. She knew by how terribly she ached that he'd been inside her again. And with how badly her head hurt coupled with nausea; there was no doubt in her mind this time that she'd suffered a concussion.
She squirmed, trying to get away from his hand but it was no use. These were hospital grade restraints and he'd secured them too tight. She fought the tears that welled in her eyes; she could feel her body responding to his touch. His thumb was gentle on her clitoris; as gentle as his fingertips were on her nipples, it was almost as if he were trying…
"Don't!" she begged when his mouth dipped to her breast "please" but he ignored her pleas as his lips wrapped around her already hardened nipple and began to lick and suck as his fingers increased the motion and pressure between her legs.
"Go on and want it baby, you know it feels good!" he grinned, moments later before pulling her other nipple into his mouth. She tried her hardest to will her body to fight the sensations that were overtaking her.
"God please!" she cried through hitched breath
"That's it, come for Daddy" he cooed. She bit her lips as she pulled against her restraints, whimpering as she felt her climax coming and she wanted to die when it hit, digging her nails into her palms and breaking into sobs as it tore though her body. She'd never felt so much shame in her life.
"Did you like that?"he asked softly while stroking her hair away from her face but she couldn't stop her sobs. In her mind, her body had just committed the ultimate betrayal and right now it didn't matter that she was a sergeant of a sex crimes unit, It didn't matter that she knew and had explained to countless victims that orgasm is a purely physical response; all that mattered right now was that she felt filthy and absolutely disgusted with herself.
"…thought I'd let you have a little pleasure before I inflict the pain" he said as he picked up something from the floor before standing up and quickly went about the task of setting up a tripod and camera that he pointed directly at the bed as she watched in horror. He then got behind it to make sure that the focus was perfect then switched on the light and began recording before he made his way back to the bed and sat down.
"See, you and me, we gon' have us a little fun makin a movie!"
"No…"
WHACK!
The back of his hand struck her face hard, causing her head to whip to the side
"You don't say no!" he warned her before reaching for her gown and ripping it away from her body as her cries became even more hysterical and she struggled harder against her restraints. She knew what this meant.
"Please, anything but that, I can't…please no more!" she sobbed
"Now now, don't go gettin ahead of yerself. See before I fuck you, I need to learn you a lesson about obedience." he pulled the makeshift shiv from his back pocket that she'd made from the wire hanger and had stabbed him with. "I'm gonna give you a lil taste of your own medicine since you went against my wishes and tried to hurt me in the process. I'm gonna show you how pain is done! See from now on, every time you try to run, I'm gonna reopen one of those beautiful scars my boy gave you!" he said as he grabbed her arm.
"No don't, I…"
"Shhhh…won't hurt but a lot darlin!" he grinned sadistically and dug the point of the shiv into her forearm.
"Please…please I'm sorry I won't run again PLEASE!" she begged desperately as she felt it piercing her flesh but Harlan paid no attention and continued to drag it along the length of the four inch scar, slowly, deliberately tearing her flesh open while she screamed hysterically, unable to even breathe from the severity of the pain
By the time he finally finished, her body was practically going into shock and couldn't stop trembling. He stood smiling at the sight of her blood dripping from her reopened wound; marveling at his handiwork.
"Next time, I hit bone!" he promised in the most menacing tone he could muster. "You understand me gal?" but she said nothing, only looked through him."Fine, why don't I open up another one and see if that'll get ya talkin"
"No please…I understand" she sobbed "I won't…I, I w-won't…"
"Good! Now I'm ready to fuck!" her heart dropped and she turned her head away, again squeezing her eyes shut as he listened to the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, then his zipper sliding down and finally, denim rustling as he pushed his pants down his legs.
"noooo please" she cried in a whisper, knowing that it was futile and tried to brace herself as he climbed on top of her.
She endured him until he grew tired, coming inside her a final time before getting up and redressing himself then standing over her and smiling down.
"You must be exhausted darlin. Tell you what" he said then planted a kiss to her shoulder "I'm gonna untie you and let you get some sleep but first, we need to clean that cut, wouldn't want it infected…" He picked up his half-drunken bottle of Jack from the floor and raised it over her arm as she looked at him with frightened, pleading eyes, fully aware of what he was about to do but knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop it and when the alcohol hit the open wound the pain was so great, so terrible that it could only be rivaled by the scream that tore from her throat just before her mind gave up trying to endure it and finally allowed her the escape she craved, blacking out into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Three weeks later…
She'd woken up in the middle of the night feeling terribly sick and found herself with her head in the toilet heaving violently as her stomach contents gushed forth. She'd thrown up three times before she dragged herself back to bed, feeling somewhat better but at the crack of dawn she felt even worse and the vomiting was more severe and her mind began racing, this wasn't like when she thought she might have been a couple months ago based on nothing more than a late period; this time, along with the late period, her breasts were sore, she was tired all the time and now the vomiting. She didn't need a test to confirm what she already knew but was in denial about…
"you're not!" she insisted, curled up on the bathroom floor. Her body went rigid when she heard the bedroom door creak open and his footsteps carry him inside but she quickly pulled herself to her feet and shuffled into the bedroom. He'd become angry if she made him wait and she didn't want what would come with his anger as the nasty still-healing scar on her arm reminded her.
"Breakfast" he said and tossed the bag onto the bed. Just the smell of the greasy meal sent her stomach churning
"I'm not hungry" she said, barely audibly.
"What's that?"
"please, I…I don't feel well" she said in that same quiet voice.
"Tough shit, now eat!"
She'd taken a tiny bite from the breakfast sandwich and gagged, dropping it onto the bed and sprinting for the bathroom where she threw up again.
"Well I'll be damned, I think I accomplished my mission!" he grinned from where he stood at the bathroom door and as bad as it had been these last three weeks, Olivia knew that this was only the beginning of her nightmare.
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There it is...sorry!