Chapter 8
***CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE AND VIOLENCE***
"Our last lead died three weeks ago, if we don't get a trail soon…" Murphy began but was quickly cut off.
"Don't say it!" Fin grumbled "1PP will not give up on this…not yet. It would be a bad look for the whole department" what he really meant was that it would kill him if they let this go so easily. His oldest friend is the world, aside from Munch was out there and they couldn't give up until they found her. He wouldn't.
"We'll then, let's thank the gods for the department being the publicity whores that they are because right now fear of backlash is the only thing keeping this investigation going."
"Come on, I mean after everything Liv has been to the NYPD…" Nick interjected
"And at the end of the day, the bottom line is this: the department is pouring a shitload of money and manpower into an investigation without a single lead; no clue where to look or who to look at, we don't even know if she's still in our jurisdiction…or even alive"
"That woman survived the devil himself, twice." Amanda reminded him "She's alive, and I'd bet my last breath on it!"
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"Don't move!" Harlan ordered as he turned and walked away from the bathroom, disappearing from the bedroom altogether. She'd fully expected to be beaten for throwing up her breakfast but instead he calmly walked away; those where the moments that messed with her head the most, having learned over these last three weeks that whenever he'd take a calm approach to anything, it meant that something terrible would be in store for her when he'd return which was why she was shocked when he came back moments later and held out a pregnancy test to her, demanding that she take it right that second and further humiliating her by standing there, watching as she peed on the stick, then snatching the test away the moment she was done. Waiting and then grinning proudly when it showed a positive result.
"Hmm, would ya look at that!" he exclaimed as he held it up for her to see "Mission accomplished!" she didn't allow a response because she just knew in her heart that fate wouldn't be so cruel…even in spite of knowing that yes, it was EXACTLY that cruel but there was no way she was carrying this monsters child inside her; her mind refused to accept or acknowledge it
"This is the last thing you're gonna think about…the last thing you're gonna see…"
She just stared blankly, wishing for the hundredth time that she had been the one to die in that granary, that instead of taking himself out, Lewis had pointed that gun at her head and given her the bullet that was rightfully hers!
She was snapped back to the present by the pain of Harlan yanking a fist full of her hair as he pushed her to her knees on the bathroom floor.
"I think my baby maker deserves some proper affection don't you?"
And there it was, the panic setting in all over again as she watched him free himself from his pants.
"No" she refused quietly but with absolute resolve, feeling some of her fight returning all of a sudden. He slapped her so hard that she literally saw stars as she fell over and hit the floor.
"What's that now?" he asked as she pulled herself to her feet
"I said n…" he hit her harder this time, knocking her into a wall.
"You don't wanna play this game darlin!" he said smugly as he approached her. She staggered to her feet again and wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand as dizziness set in causing her to lose her balance and stumble to the floor.
"You can beat me until you kill me but I swear to you if you put that thing near my mouth, I will castrate you with my teeth you sick fuck!"
He looked down at her, his grin saying that he was amused by her valiant display but the look he saw in her eyes send the smallest sliver of fear through him – her eyes were cold, the eyes of someone who had nothing to lose and he knew that she meant business!
Of course he wouldn't let her see his intimidation and the fact that he felt it at all built an apoplectic rage inside him unlike any he'd ever experienced and he completely lost it.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" he yelled as he kicked her hard in the stomach, too far gone to remember the baby he'd been so thrilled about just moments ago. "JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" He continued his verbal tirade as he delivered several more stomps and kicks to her body before snatching her up by her neck and slamming her back against the wall, pinning her there.
"Not so bold now are ya slut?"he laughed "But then, you ain't so bold when I'm fuckin you either; crying like a goddamn baby "no..stop…please…you're hurting me!" You whores are all the same but I ain't fooled cuz see I know that you love it!"
He was so busy berating her that he didn't notice that she'd pulled her knees up between them until she delivered a crushing blow to his chest with both feet, knocking the wind out of him. He loosened his grip on her neck and she took full advantage, raising her leg to kick him again, this time in the gut and when he doubled over, she grabbed his hair with both hands and slammed her knee into his face with such force that it sent his body limp as she released his hair and dropped him to the floor then quickly turned and ran of the bathroom and straight for the door. She knew that the dogs were out back, all she had to do was lock him inside and she'd be fr…
"No…" her hopes quickly dashed and dread returned when she got to the bedroom door and realized that he had locked it from the inside, desperate, she threw her body against it, only to end up hurting her shoulder. The door was solid and wouldn't budge but still she tried frantically to break it down but soon stopped cold, her heart sinking to her stomach when she heard his footsteps staggering across the room. She turned around, her back to the door an she clamped her hand over her mouth to suppress the sickness that threatened to escape as she felt her stomach churning.
"Goin somewhere darlin?" he asked as he came closer. When he was within arm's length she decided to make a run for it but he quickly grabbed her around the waist and carried her, kicking and screaming across the room where he threw her onto the bed. She quickly got up but a slap across her face sent her flying back down onto it and he again grabbed her by the neck to keep her there.
"So we got an attack, another escape attempt AND you refusing to service me on what should have been a joyous day but you went and ruined it!" She responded by spitting in his face to which he laughed before dragging his sleeve across his face to clean it away then put his hand to her stomach all as she continued to struggle beneath him
"Okay boy listen up cuz Daddy's gon' give you your first lesson in handlin a bitch.
"I AM NOT HAVING YOUR BABY YOU PSYCHO!" she screamed, clawing at his hand around her throat
first, you gotta fuck the fight out of em, then you beat em till their will is gone. Now with a useless whore like yer mother here, bloodshed is gon' be necessary but we'll get to that after. Right now it's time to get the fight out of her…and she is a wild one!" he grinned before flipping her over, finding it a struggle with her still fighting him "I think I'm in the mood to try somethin new this mornin!"
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Later that morning after Harlan had left to go about his day, Olivia repeated her ritual of scrubbing him off her then having a long cry in the shower and she now lay on the bedroom floor, a blood-soaked, makeshift bandage wrapped around her upper arm . After brutally sodomizing her, he used his belt buckle to tear open the scar that Lewis had given her from a steak knife from her kitchen that first night.
None of this made sense to her. It had been three weeks, why hadn't anyone come for her? she knew beyond a doubt that they had to be searching; the very minute that Nick got no answer the next morning, she knew that that he'd absolutely get the NYPD involved and they had to have found the SUV. They'd track it as soon as they saw that it hadn't been signed in. Her team, Major case, the police were on this, so why had no one found her yet?
"Twenty one days…" she whispered to herself as her tears dropped. "Almost a month" she couldn't wrap her head around it; three weeks with a maniac – there was no other word to describe him, three weeks of being beaten and raped…she didn't even know how many times, she'd stopped counting after 17…that was two weeks ago…and those were just the assaults he'd committed with his body; she hadn't kept track of the objects.
For the entire week that followed her first attempt to escape he punished her with horrible things; acts so depraved she couldn't…and he'd recorded it. the rapes, the beatings, the punishments… he'd been recording pretty much everything all this time and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. He hadn't bothered to move her since they'd been here and didn't seem worried about being found which led her to wonder if perhaps they'd left New York City that night and he'd taken her to another state, it was the only thing that made sense as to why they hadn't located her.
I'm so tired… she thought to herself.
'Pregnancy tends to have that effect" she heard a voice say from across the room and lifted her head just enough to see…
"Oh Christ, I meant emotionally!" she declared, rolling her eyes and outing her head back down on the floor. "Go away! I'm in too much pain to deal with the crazy"
"Preaching to the choir, sister! So a baby huh?" Last spring Olivia asked as she lay restrained to the bed
"I am not pregnant!" Current Olivia snapped at her most recent past self from where she lay curled in the corner.
"The test says we are"
"The test is wrong and would you stop with this "we" nonsense? You're just a figment of my imagination!"
"Well if that's the case, could you have your imagination ease up on our symptoms? The nausea's a bitch but our nipples feel like Billy blowtorched them!"
"Stop talking to me!" current Olivia demanded as she slowly stood up, wincing with every movement and began pacing the room
"We still in denial?" Sealview Olivia asked from behind current Olivia, startling her.
"DO NOT SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!"
"Sorry... But you know, the pregnancy boobs are a real pain. How about asking el padre loco to supply some ice the next time he shows up to rape us? It's the least he could do!"
"I'm losing my mind…"
"Our mind and we are not ready to surrender it yet!" Spring Olivia said. "You're giving up again and we can't let you do that"
"There's no point in fighting" currently Olivia said dully
"Oh Jesus!" Last spring Olivia exclaimed from where she lay tied to the bed, rolling her eyes.
"Tell me about it!" Sealview Olivia agreed as she took a seat on the bed "If mother heard us thinking this way she'd club us over the head with a vodka bottle"
"Yeah? I bet it'd be a lot less painful that having my arm ripped open WITH A FUCKING belt buckle!"
"Oh come on Liv!" Last spring Olivia cried as she sat up in bed, suddenly free from her restraints "we've endured way worse than that, or are you forgetting how junior cooked and carved us up like goddamn turkey for the better part of four days?"
"Turkey…mmm, now the baby's hungry!" Sealview Olivia said as she rubbed he stomach through her orange prison uniform.
"I am not…"
"Pregnant" the two past Olivia's said in unison.
"You know, we can't stay in denial about it forever" Sealview Olivia said softly
"I'm not in denial…"Current Olivia turned away so that her other selves wouldn't see her tear.
"It's okay" Last spring Olivia assured her as she put a hand on current Olivia's shoulder "We feel it too."
"Why are you both here again? I told you before to leave me alone."
"We can't do that. We need to keep reminding you"
"Reminding me of what?"
"Our strength. Our tenacity…" said Sealview "We have to hold on!"
"For what? I'm never getting out of here…I don't even know where here is!"
"Inconsequential!" Last spring said dismissively "What's important is that we get out of this house, away from daddy dearest"
"How?"
"We'll figure it out but if we're too in denial to even deal with what's happening…" Sealview said. "Once we get out of here, we'll take as long a break from reality as you want. I'm talking complete nervous breakdown and we'll support it but while we're in this situation we CANNOT let him break us."
Olivia sank her head into her hands and sighed deeply before looking to respond but just fast, both Olivias had disappeared and she was again alone in the room. She put her hands to her stomach when she felt the nausea raging and she slowly limped her way across the room, each step sending tremendous pain shooting through her lower extremities. She needed to lie down. The dizziness was back and in addition to the nausea, her stomach hurt. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up around herself. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion and still full of tears that couldn't seem to stop. her eyes blinked, sending a deluge of them falling onto the pillow and as she closed them, giving in to merciful sleep she allowed a small but earnest prayer to tumble from her lips.
God please… let him kill me.
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I tried to keep it light, but the story…she don't listen!