Fate

noun

the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power, an inevitable and often adverse outcome, condition, or end.

synonyms: circumstance · consequence · destiny · effect · future · chance


"That's it sunshine."

"Open those eyes."

That voice. Oh no.

She had hoped that it was just another nightmare, her imagination creating this whole scenario up. That the last 24 hours had been a dream and that everything would be normal again. But when she opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her, she knew it was all too real. The man, the place and the situation.

She ached at the attempt to lift herself off the ground. Her jaw had taken a rough impact on floor of the boat when she fell. Looking down she noticed her sweater had a dried spill of blood on it. The stinging sensation from her chin a good indication that it may have split open. Trying to orient the surroundings, taking sight of the position she was moved to when she was out. She now was in a semi sitting position, her arms still fastened by the handcuffs behind her, but a pole was against her back. Looking straight up was the underside of a table. He had handcuffed her at the bottom of it. Since the table was bolted down to the floor, attempting to yank the restraints would be unproductive. All she could do was scoot her back more into the stand on the table, giving her lower back much needed adjustment.

"Now that I know you're not dead, we'd better get moving. Don't want to be found before all the fun can start. Imagine all the neat things you can learn in the magic of books. Olivia, I had a lot of time to kill while you had me locked away." He said as he climbed back up the ladder.

Great, he was going to run this boat into the bay water. This was the worst-case scenario. There was nowhere to go. His incarceration was just a means for him to plan a more ludicrous expedition. Did he pick up a book from the "Sailing for Psychos" section at the prison library.

Olivia felt the boat rock, causing a gasp from her. They were heading further out, into deeper waters. She looked around the boat. Wood paneling covered the walls. It was small with a tiny hallway with two doors. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, and she realized she head must have hit the floor because she couldn't believe it took her this long to realize him.

Barba was suspended from the rafter support beam. Identical to her, he had handcuffs around each wrist, which had left dark bruises on the skin. He looked worse than the first video. That is what a Lewis Marathon looked like. The clothes had changed from the video. Lewis had probably had the switch to evade the police. Barba covered in blood would have been a dead giveaway. He had him in sweatpants and a zip up hoodie, a torn t shirt underneath. The were baggy around him, hinting that they were someone else's. Olivia tried to push away the thought of Lewis killing someone for the mere reason of a pair of pants, but she wouldn't put it past him. She looked up and met his eyes. The sight made her want to immediately cry. His under eyes had such dark circles under them that it looked almost like bruises. God and his eyes, the pair of green beautiful eyes, now were blood shot. His left had a broken blood vessel emerging, a pool of red gathered in the outer corner. And above all they looked utterly exhausted.

Fuck. She hated to see him like this. Olivia was here to save Barba. She had it in her mind, trying to keep some type of composure, using only his last name. In some way that would help what this was. There was no professional boundary, no one to jump on the reaction. In front of her was Rafael. The man that sat with her for hours upon hours with. This wasn't just the normal coworker; he was her pillar the stone that kept her leveled as everything fell apart. There was no way she would have been able to live with herself if she hadn't come or tried her damn hardest. The guilt would eat herself alive inside. Yes. It wouldn't directly be her fault if he was not found, but it wasn't something that Olivia could cope with. Was this all some selfish attempt to cure her culpability?

"Are you okay?" Olivia hesitantly whispered; It sounded like a stupid question. Clearly the definition of the word "okay" was being stretched. Nothing about his appearance looked "okay".

"Liv. Why? You shouldn't have come." His response brought tears to the corners of her eyes. The avoidance of her question entirely was no surprise. He had truly wanted to sacrifice himself for her, almost as if he had accepted his outcome.

"Rafa, I couldn't abandon you." Olivia choked out, the words barely coming out. Lewis had taken his revenge in a physically onto Rafael's skin. Each burn, bruise and cut were purposeful and strategic. The man was sadistic in nature and enjoyed the torture he instilled. She did this. Lewis had only done this to get back at her, to incite his own sick arbitrative justice as he saw fit. The flesh was his inditement. The blood was his arraignment. Rafael's life would be the verdict. Lewis had the entire trial all planned out.

"He will." He was talking about what Lewis was going to do to her.

"I know." She cut him off, tears starting to form. She was fully aware of the consequences of the situation she had put herself into. Knowing that Lewis would take everything from her. What she had feared from that day in the beach house, what kept her up at night.

"I won't let him." He announced. It wasn't exactly a promise he could keep but she was so grateful of him. Even when he had been to all hell and back, he still wanted to protect her. Her decision to become a captive was impulsive. She not only had put herself in danger but her efforts to release Rafael had failed. They were isolated now, the chance of rescue reduced significantly.

As much as he wanted to be furious with her, he couldn't. For a few reasons.

1. Rafael knew Olivia for years. He knew the effect Lewis had on her, Lewis's grasp on her mental state was too strong, making him the bait to tempt Liv to come. Even with his pleas for her not to. Olivia had such a big heart. Lewis pulled at her emotions, knowing that she would do anything to save someone.

2. It wouldn't help. In no way shape or form they would be able to form a plan if he harbored any anger towards her. They were in this together from this point on. To make her guilt worse would only cause her to possibly shutdown. It was bittersweet to see her. He happy to see another human being after the isolating hours, constantly being awoken by the literal devil. It made time go at a crawling pace. He wished the circumstances were different in seeing her. If there was any person that he would like to see for one last time, it would be her.

"Whose boat are we on?" Liv asked. She tried to keep her voice down as much as possible. She didn't know if Lewis was just placating them and listening in just on the other side.

"It's mine."

Olivia looked at him surprised. It wasn't something he mentioned. In small conversation she knew he had gone on yachts and things but didn't really know any extent of a sailing hobby.

"When did you get a boat?"

"A friend was selling it; I needed a project to restore." By the looks of things, the restoration was in the early stages. If there were some sort of tool they could use as a weapon, there could be a way to possibly turn the tables on Lewis. Maybe all hope wasn't lost just yet.

"Are there-" Before she could ask another question the door the boat creaked. Both pair of eyes trained on the doorway.

"I think that will throw them off." Lewis emerged from the upper level. He had been up there, steering the boat for quite some time. How did he get the idea of this? Lewis was intelligent, everyone hated to admit. Everyone would expect that he'd be driving. That was is normal method of operation. For her squad or the rest of the force they would be searching in the wrong place. They might as well be on another planet.

Lewis looked at both of his captives back and forth. They could tell of his excitement. They immediately became silent when he entered.

"So, I know you both had a little time to catch up. Let's get down to the nitty gritty. How long have you been an item? The Counselor and I have had several heart to hearts, and he swears that you both aren't fucking. But I'm unconvinced." Lewis in one quick moment took hold of Barba's sweatpants pulling them down, exposing him. It was the ultimate act of humiliation. Olivia instantly turned her head, looking away. In return, Lewis stormed his way over to her grabbing her by the roots of her hair directing her gaze back at Rafael who hung up there unclothed. He wanted her to see him completely vulnerable.

"Lewis, we haven't!" Olivia hissed in agony as her scalp burned. Lewis released his hold on her walking back to the helpless Rafael. He pulled out a switchblade from his jeans pocket, unfolding it with ease.

"You know I hate liars." He held the knife at the top of Rafael's pubic bone. "You lie to me again and I'll cut it off, then there will be nothing left to fuck." The mood of his voice was serious. As further threat he ran the blade across towards his hip and into the pelvic bone, etching it in ever so slightly, tearing the skin. A trail of blood trailed down his left inner thigh. Rafael winced in pain but made sure he didn't move, in fear of the knife's path.

"God. Please! I swear!" Olivia yelled loudly her voice was so desperate. Olivia didn't understand the reaction of Lewis. Was it jealousy that he felt? She was terrified. One move and Lewis could slice the tender area beyond recognition. What did he want? Was this the plan, to torture and eviscerate him in front of her immediately.

Moments went by in silence. No one moved. Only the occasional small splash of water hitting the boat could be heard. It was some sort of sick challenge. Was this a bizarre game of chicken, seeing who would react. Olivia's eyes went back and forth to the knife and to Lewis's. Lewi's eyes stayed fixed on her still.

Lewis began to laugh loudly. His amusement was unsettling.

"Well, I'll be damned." He lowered the knife, folding it and placing it back into his back pocket. The two other parties let out a synchronized breath that had been held for who knows how long.

"Jeez. Glad we cleared the air on that. Whew. That was close. You were so close to bleeding to death right now." The faked sarcasm masked the threat that Lewis would have done. Rafael shivered from the cool air but spoke no words, still stunned on the near castration.

"Olivia you always seem to surprise me." Both were shocked as how he was able to carry on with normal conversation. The master of Segways. It made him that more frightening. Lewis walked towards the ladder not even bothering to redress the man next to him, leaving him to suffer the cold cabin ventilation.

"How do you like the digs, Olivia? This was quite the find. Found the registration on his desk and decided to set sail." Lewis acting as if this was some vacation trip.

"Lewis. Let Rafael go. You have me now."

Lewis crouched down next to her. Olivia tried to inch herself further back into the table as far as she could go.

"Oh. I didn't realize you were running things here." At first, he ran his hand through her hair lightly but when he got to the under side he yanked at the root. Olivia made a wrangled yelp, and then Lewis used his other hand and slapped her, not once but several times.

"Liv!" Rafael shouted defensively but there was nothing he would be able to do, strung up like a punching bag.

"Oh Liv, is it. I like that. What a cute pet name." Lewis halted the hits and held her jaw in his hand, forcing Olivia to look directly at him. "Welcome back baby. I missed my favorite plaything."

"Alright. Now I think "Liv" and I have some catching up to do."

The moment that she had feared the most. He came over to her with the gun in hand. "Just in case you try to do anything." She knew what the warning meant. He unlocked the cuff on her one wrist, leaving the other cuff on. "Get up." The command was to gauge her compliance. He could have simply just drag her by the arm. Olivia figured that trying to rebel at this moment wouldn't be wise. He was only a few feet away from Barba. Oliva did used the surface of the table for some leverage, standing up.

"Down the hall." Moving the gun to direct where she was to go to the door at the end of the hall. Olivia obeyed the order, knowing that testing his patience would end with something worse. Worse? The thought of ranking any of Lewis's actions sounded ridiculous.

Olivia was first to go first down the small hallway, his gun trained on her. Her head ached at the sudden movement. The swaying of the boat made things dizzying. When she got to the wooden door at the end of the hall, she made a small prayer for herself. Be strong.

"Don't go anywhere Counselor. The fun is just starting." Lewis laughed, pulling the blindfold back over his eyes.


A/N- I am so excited to post this chapter. Thank you for the patience. I have just been so busy. Had surgery and BS stuff. I hope you like this. The next chapter is where things really start to get dark. I just want to give a little warning before I post. Please let me know what you think. If there is any things that need to be clarified of explained more, please let me know. Critique is the best way that I can improve as a writer and share even better things with all of you. I also have been reading some amazing stuff out there. Like holy hell, yall are some talented ass writers.