Warning: This chapter describes assault, rape, forced fantasy, drugging. Please if this is a trigger of yours, this will not be something you will want to read. Proceed with caution.
A/N: This was a tough chapter to write. It is hard to go places somewhere that can be rough sometimes. I don't know if you have read or wrote something and have thought about it for days after, but I am that type. I do enjoy reading and writing it, because I find it therapeutic in a way. Hopefully you will see the same. It is dark, so I do understand hesitation or harsh criticism. Just remember, some people's cup of tea may not be your favorite cup of tea. Hell, some people don't even like tea. Doesn't mean that there is anything wrong with it, people just got different taste. We just have the option to scoot down and try something more in our palette. Fanfic is a lot like that. So let us all be respectful and share our little buffet of creativity without fighting. *gets of soapbox* :)
dis·as·so·ci·ate
transitive verb
: to separate from association or union with another, to mutate especially reversibly
synonyms: divide · separate · split · disassociate · detach · isolate
When Olivia opened the door, her eyes immediately saw the bed. Her feet froze unable to move further.
No. God, Please No.
Whipping back around she was met face to face with her attacker. He slammed her back towards the bed. Her body unable to keep balance, she stumbled back on it. The mattress bounced with her weight when she landed. Lewis was quick to be at the foot of the bed after closing the door. Oliva tried to make some space between her and him, scooting further towards the head of the bed. The dark blue blanket bunching up by the tension of her boots pushing against it. There was no more space to get away. The closet sized quarters were like a cage. Olivia had run out of space to scoot on the bed.
The door closed. The damning likelihood of his intentions becoming a reality. In one terrible optimistic thought, at least the door would shield the assault from Rafael. For Lewis to grant this unintentional mercy was odd, which made her feel that more uneasy. For what was in store. Olivia squinted her eyes shut trying not to think of that, trying to shake the thoughts from her mind.
"Oh Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv." He spoke in a sing song manner as he sized her up and down almost like a piece of meat, breaking her out of her focus. "Ya know I barely could enjoy our first time together. We kept being interrupted. I was so focused on making sure we had the perfect place but none of it felt right. I was too picky; I lost my chance." Olivia wasn't about to comment the fact he skipped over the part where she made her escape and almost beat him to death. Lewis was delusional. He believes in his own narrative.
"This right here." His fingers and thumbs forming into to L shapes representing a camera frame. Having her in the center of it while she laid on the bed. "Perfect."
Lewis climbed onto the bed, practically pouncing like an animal, then hovered over her body. Oliva let out a whimper, regretting it, knowing it would only excite him more.
"Shhhh. This is going to happen." He said this as he took the other handcuff attaching it to a fixture of the boat, he threw the key at the other end of the room, knowing it was too far for her to get to. Olivia pulled as part of a reflex. It wasn't like the iron post bed. There was no possible way that she could get herself free, he wasn't going to leave her to give her that chance. That sentence carried so much dread. She had only escaped months ago, only to suffer the same original fate. It was like running a brutal marathon and being dragged back to the starting line. All progress lost. What was the point?
Lewis pulled her towards him by her legs, Olivia fell to her back. He had his legs in between hers, grinding himself on her. Olivia attempted to kick him away, but Lewis had his elbows digging in above her kneecaps.
"Now I want the truth. Just because you and the counselor haven't been fucking, doesn't mean that there isn't something there. I've seen the way you both look at each other, practically like a Disney movie." What was it with him and his obsession of her life? He came in closer to her, Olivia put her hand against his chest, stopping him. Lewis smiled. He liked the fight. Putting her other wrist in an already positioned set of zip ties. The sound of the plastic tightening quickly, shocked her. She tried to break free, both arms now trapped.
"No."
Where was this coming from? How was he thinking this up? Was it from when they visited at the prison that one day together. Had something gotten passed through the grapevine gossip. Was it of how hard Rafael had come to her defense when Lewis represented himself in court. He had imagined this whole relationship up in his head. What had him convinced? Olivia now regretted not fighting him in the doorway. How could she not fight? Why did she just freeze like that? Now this was where he wanted her to be.
"And before you even finish that answer. I just want to let you know that if that really is the case, I'll just go over there and slit his throat. End of that." The way he could make a threat without any sign of remorse was just the beginning of the horror in store.
"Come on, admit it. You thought of it right. You wouldn't have walked into this for anyone." He said in a mocking tone. Olivia didn't respond, too scared of the consequence of her answer. Lewis moved to lay on his side next to her, as if he was cuddling her. He remained calm, not worried anymore about her legs, knowing that any jab or hit to him would be just punishment onto his other captive. He had both their lives in their hands, and he was exhilarated by the constant power.
"Olivia." He baited. He was playful right then, but his mood could be swayed so easily. One minute he could become Mister Hyde.
"Please don't hurt him." It was the only thing she wanted to secure. If this was unavoidable then she wanted any sort of trade. What was she to do?
"Answer." Lewis's voice becoming agitated from her delay.
"Yes." She softly spoke. Is that what he wanted to hear? Immediately feeling shame. Here she was spilling out a secret that she had kept to herself. She practically kept it hidden from her own mind. Yes, she had some attraction to her coworker. When she first met him, she liked him. This sounded like such teenager stuff. God, with her track record of dating, especially with people she worked with, hadn't gone well. Her and Rafael had been friends for a bit now and she didn't want to ruin that. With everything that had gone on between the two of them, friendship was easier. She didn't see herself wanting to let someone see the scars, to deal with the mess. Somehow, she felt that karma had ruined her chance to have a companion. Just as it was going well, fate had its way of destroying it. It happened with Brian, so the chances were high. Everyone looked at her like she was broken, with the emotional baggage of an elephant. Even he did, though he tried to hide it as much as he could. It wasn't something she wanted right now. Feelings evolve and what they had was healthy and trusting. Lewis was using this, using her feelings, manipulating her caring for Rafael was cruel. Lewis didn't play by any rules but his own.
"Awww. That is I want you to think of him. Picture him coming to your office during late hours, no one else around. Something about a case or whatever. You open a bottle of wine. He brushes a lock of your hair with his fingers. He kisses you. Your hips grind into his as he bites your neck." Lewis growled in her ear, then licked down her neck, biting it hard. Olivia tried to pull away to no avail. His hands roamed up her body, grabbing her breasts, tightly squeezing. He was really doing this, creating some disturbing roleplay scenario. Olivia gulped in pain but tried to do it quietly, knowing to react more would bring more eagerness.
"I know you've touched yourself, imagining him bending you over that desk of yours." Lewis's hand making its way to the button of her black jeans. With no way to prevent him from it, the button gave way, followed by the sound of the front zipper, the sound of no return. She felt his fingers reach into her now unfastened pants. The cotton of her underwear provided little barricade to his touch. Olivia tried to move, which only made him use more pressure. She didn't want his grimy hands on her.
"Please don't." She softly begged in a last-ditch effort. God, she felt powerless, humiliated. She tried to kick her legs, but they were becoming twisted within her pant legs.
"Hmmm. Fuck that's it." Pulling the undergarment to the side, allowing complete access to her flesh. There was nothing she could do to stop the invasion as he explored her outer folds. Olivia's eyes streamed with tears, unable to control her body's reaction. She didn't need to look at him, she already knew that he had a smile plastered on his face.
He caressed everywhere with such a studying manner, seeing what place caused more of a reaction. And without warning her plunged two fingers inside her. Olivia yelped as she tried to not have the pain display on her face. Lewis started a slow pace of movements.
"Oh Olivia, your pussy's so tight, it's gripping my fingers."
God, she wished he wouldn't speak. At this point it he had already won. Just get it over with but only if she didn't have to hear him describing exactly what he was doing. That was the worst part, the torment. He went on about how Rafael's dick would feel inside her and how she would love it.
"You're screaming out his name." His motions becoming rougher and faster. Lewi's calloused thumb circled around her clit. Her cries of frustration and rage. Forced to muffle them due to the fear of being heard from the adjacent room. She wanted to take herself out of here, to ignore the assault that was happening, something to focus, anything to get mind to escape.
"Say it Olivia. I want to hear you say his name." He was making it is impossible to disassociate. She didn't want to say the name. To surrender to the demand. Instead, she wanted to throw up, the pit on her stomach seething.
"Say it!" He practically shouted as he squeezed so hard on her breast, it was unbearable, making her hiss.
"Fucking say it." He grunted then bit down through the fabric to her collarbone. It felt like her broke skin with the amount of force.
In barely a whisper, the name passed through her mouth. She didn't want her companion to hear in the other room. That was what really hurt. Knowing that he what just outside that room, helpless to what was happening and unable to stop it.
Lewis erupted in laughter, pleased with himself.
This didn't stop the motions of her assailant.
"I'm not stopping until you cum Olivia. I'll could do this all day. And before you even think about it, I'll know if it's faked. So, you better think of something and get yourself there."
His threat wasn't one that he wouldn't make do on. The boundary had been crossed; the assault begun. She wanted it to be over, to disappear. But he just kept going. What was she to do? On one hand the forced orgasm could end the man's torment for the time being. It wasn't guaranteed though. The confliction weighed heavily. She wanted him off out of her and far away.
She didn't think what he was asking was even possible for her. Yes, victims could experience orgasm during rape and assault, it doesn't justify anything though. The human body reacts how it does.
God. What the fuck? Olivia didn't know what to do. Each time his fingers sank in and out it, broke her piece by piece. She had to end it.
Olivia closed her eyes. She needed to visualize something else, anything else. But too many things were flooding in her mind, it was overwhelming. She could have just burst into sobs right there, it felt like it was impossible.
Focus
She tried again. What was the first thing she could think of? With her mind so practically overcome with so much she decided to settle on the perverse fantasy that Lewis had spewed. Yes, it was humiliating to even convert his words into some sort of reel in her mind.
Olivia thought of the late nights at Fortilini's after a hard day at work, then sometimes just sitting on the couch in her office, talking and laughing together. Gosh, that smile. They would be there for hours, just them. She was getting off track again. This wasn't going to get her to end Lewis's attack.
Focus
Him taking off his suit jacket, seeing those suspenders. Yep. That would do. Olivia picture Rafael pulling them down slowly one by one, having them lay at his sides. She concentrated in how soft his lips would be, how gentle they would feel on hers. He would run his hand through her hair, his nails gliding along her scalp, driving her crazy. The thought of unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands under the white undershirt and along up his chest. The warm skin being met with the body hair. She saw herself taking her nails and dragging them lightly down his chest again to see his reaction. She then imagined it dirtier, with her laid naked on the couch, him on top, with his mouth making its way down to her nipple, teasing it. She was picturing him thrusting in her, and how it made her moan. How he would curve his hips just at the right way to hit right in that best spot. When she moaned, he would, kiss her again and again. Olivia tried associate the motions with the thoughts she had, replacing Lewis with Rafa.
It worked and her body began to tense up. Olivia squeezed her eyes she even more, not wanting to ruin any vison of what dream she had conjured up. Lewis's fingers dipped deep causing her to gasp. His thumb rubbing the sensitive clit.
Please no.
She didn't want to. Her body was unkindly disloyal as the thought hit her at the exact moment of her release. She couldn't hold it in. The forced orgasm spread over her, her muscles spasming.
All she could hear over her breathing was his chuckling, then silence. She didn't know how much Rafael had heard. Shame washed over her.
"That was very hot Liv. I can't wait to have you impaled on my cock. Soon you'll be begging, oh yes, you will beg. I'll have the good counselor watch." Lewis laughed as he rose from the bed.
"Unfortunately, there are a few preparations I have to do." He pulled out a syringe in his hand, coming towards her.
"Lewis. Please don't." Olivia tried to plead, rolling to her side. She had no idea what was in that needle and she didn't want to find out.
"Olivia, we were doing so well. Don't make this harder on yourself." His voice wasn't the slightest bit sincere. There was no way she would willingly allow him to inject her.
"I stole this off the nurse's station. It's just Ativan. Helped me when I had that seizure. Don't worry. I had this plenty of times, I just need you more compliant." She had heard of this medication briefly, but it wasn't something she wanted to be a test subject on. It had been mentioned a few times about agitated patients.
"Lewis, I'll comply. You don't need to do this." She tried to be a polite as possible. Maybe he would let her stay tied up, then she could get loose or.
"I know what you're doing. I'm not taking any chances this time. I think I'll spare the facial trauma. Now hold still, I don't want to hit an artery and risk you dying. Yet."
"No!" She gritted out as she attempted to fight. It was practically useless as her legs and arms were still secured down.
"Alright. Hard way it is." His voice was still light, but his body language became dark. It was as she flicked a switch. It was like he liked the fight. Before she could even protest, he grabbed her shoulder. She tried to wiggle out of it. Lewis was straddled on top of her. He used his forearm to push against her throat. His other arm still on her right shoulder. He fumbled with the cap of the needle Her eyes widened as he brought the needle closer. Olivia tried everything. She tried to shift her hips to knock him off her. This only led to more pressure on her windpipe.
He laughed at the act. "If you keep moving, I'll just choke you until you pass out then do it. I don't know if you'll stop breathing but go right ahead."
When she felt the needle pierce her, she tried to jerk away, hoping that it would cause the needle to come out. Lewis had predicted her maneuver and jabbed it even further. In one fluid motion he pushed the plunger of the syringe, the contents emptying into her body. It was so quick that there was nothing she could do. She yelled at her defeat. In despair of the effects to come.
Lewis removed the needle. "There, there. Rest up Princess."
Her mind was telling her to fight to move, to yell to do anything but everything felt so heavy. Her body wasn't listening. The drug that was pumped into her system was working quickly, too quickly. It started at the arm where he injected her then blossomed outwards. It made it all hazy and warm. She could put her thoughts together in a sentence to call for help to shout, to curse, to cry.
He slowly got off the bed or she assumed, feeling the bed shift.
"Ya know, I kinda like you like this." Hearing him say.
Olivia couldn't even turn her head to see him leave. Only the sound of footsteps.
Whew. I know, Sorry.
