A/N- Here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. Trigger for descriptive gore and torture. This is the beginning points into where the story is going to get darker with this content. If parts in this chapter are too graphic for you, then the rest of the story will not be enjoyable.
ret·ri·bu·tion
NOUN
punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.
synonyms:
punishment · penalty · nemesis · fate · doom · one's just deserts · due reward · just reward · wages · justice · retributive justice · poetic justice · judgment · reckoning · revenge · reprisal · requital · retaliation
"Well, well. Counselor, I'm impressed. I expected a suit like you to tap out by now. You weren't the horse I was betting on. You certainly have the underdog thing going." Lewis spoke, holding the molar still in pliers. The tooth having tiny bits of tissue still attached to its root. Blood had seeped down from the pliers and onto the tips of his fingers.
The pain in Rafael's jaw horrendously throbbed. He had never experienced that level of pain. Of course, he had thought that about forty minutes ago when he was getting burned. There was a true variance to the types of pain, something he had never wanted to distinguish.
The taste of copper flavored his tastebuds as decent amount of blood poured from his mouth. Rafael tried to spit the fluid out fighting through the intense ache, most of the liquid ran off his chin and onto his lap. His tongue swiped the bottom right corner, filling the void cavity of where the tooth once was. The feeling of hollowness and the sensation on the accessory muscle to the gums was sickening, knowing the permanence. It also made him more fearful of what was to come. Lewis wouldn't stop there. Like a shark with the fresh scent of blood, it only made him more crazed, more volatile.
"I think right here should do it." Lewis said placing the molar on the bed. Hearing and reading testimonies about his assaults was nothing compared to the actual thing. Most of the victims were incoherent for parts. That was a small blessing.
"I could have easily just left a finger, your got off pretty easy."
Easy. That was easy. Rafael would debate that on the way his jaw severely throbbed. He could feel the beating of his pulse radiating in his gums. The pain almost as a rhythm. Nothing about that was getting off easy. But to counter his argument, a tooth could be fixed with some dental work. A finger would be much more difficult to replace.
"We should get moving. Soon they'll piece together that you're missing. Plus, we gotta make a stop by an old friend's place." Lewis said while picking up items and putting them into Rafael's gym bag. Rafael didn't know how he was going to get to the next location, but Lewis choosing to bring him was a addition on his lifeline.
She felt useless. Olivia sat across from Nick's desk. No one was letting her do anything. Everyone just looked at her and were walking on eggshells with her. It's as if they knew that she had caused this, now their Assistant District Attorney was in the hands of a psychopath. She wanted to get up and leave, run for the door. Just before she was about to act on her temptation, she saw Murphy walk past the bullpen, into his office.
"What the hell." She wanted to lash out. If she physically couldn't release her anger, then she would have to find other means of antagonization.
Olivia stormed into her recently taken over office. Lieutenant Murphy must have suspected she'd be in, having it complete clear of any people. He sat pleasantly in the chair behind the desk.
"Satisfied?" Disrupting from some papers he was reading. Lieutenant Murphy looked up from his papers, knowing the phrase was rhetorical.
"We waited too long and now he's going to kill him. I should have been out there looking for Lewis myself, but you have me cooped up in this fucking precinct." She didn't care how loud she was. People passing by started to look in.
Murphy didn't respond to the accusation, instead he stood up walking to the door and closing it. He knew that her anger was misdirected. The situation had morphed into a dire one. They hadn't expected that Lewis would go after their ADA. How Lewis got the address was still a mystery.
He didn't feed into the one-sided argument. Of course, that took the fun out of it. She wanted to scream, and yell and at this point her whole job could suck it at this point. If Barba died, there would be no more job. She wouldn't be able to do it. Olivia wouldn't be able to walk into the precinct or courtrooms knowing the fact that she caused Barba's death. She wanted a reaction right now, even though she knew that she was having a breakdown.
Defeated, Olivia sat in one of the chairs across from the desk. She put her head in her hands.
"It's my fault." She confessed out loud, lifting her head up for acknowledgement or some agreement.
"Sergeant. You in no way can be blamed for Lewis's actions." He sat in the chair beside her.
"If I hadn't provoked him, or."
"Lewis is a sociopath."
"During the trial, I testified That I beat Lewis with a metal bar Fracturing his skull, shattering his kneecap."
"I remember reading something about that."
"I told the jury that He had gotten free of his cuffs and had lunged at me."
"And you lied."
"He was cuffed. Incapacitated." Olivia admitted. It was the first time that she had said it out loud, especially to a stranger. There was a sense of trustworthiness.
"You should've killed him when you had the chance." It was just more confirmation that the world needed to rid of the evil but Lieutenant Murphy and her were very different people. Murphy emotions were calloused over. Emotions were hidden so long that they had almost disappeared. He also didn't know the incredible guilt associated with her assault on Lewis. She knew it was wrong, plain and simple. It tore her up inside. She couldn't imagine what Murphy had gone through to make him this way. People aren't born like that; they have had to experience something for that to happen.
"I thought I did.
Lewis was lying on the floor. His face looking like an opened grapefruit. The amount of blood that was spurted across the hardwood floor convinced her that he was dead. Of course, she wasn't in the right state of mind to make that kind of judgement.
Murphy looked straight at Olivia. "Next time. You double tap the son of a bitch."
A/N- Thank you for reading. I know it's a itty bitty chapter. Don't worry more lengthy ones are on their way.
