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Things Best Left Forgotten	By : CrushedAndBrokenRose Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friday, May 24, 2013
The noise of the van door opening startled Olivia awake. They had arrived. For a moment, blinded by the sunlight streaming in, she forgot where she was and how, since the late hours of Tuesday evening, her life had been viciously and systematically ripped to shreds by William Lewis. The Beast. That moniker surely fit anyone savage, cruel, and callous enough to do all that they knew he had done (not to mention whatever else had been left out of his file), and yet still grin down at her as he was now, looking like nothing more than Lucifer himself. His edges were gilded, his hair seemingly transformed into a halo from the glow of the early afternoon sun, and she could see the gleam of his teeth as he watched her face transform with recognition. Clouds on the horizon promised rain later in the day, but for now, he stood above her as beautiful and terrible as a fallen angel and Olivia wondered – not for the first time – if the mixture of drugs and alcohol he was keeping her on hadn't permanently affected her brain.
The next of Olivia's senses to return to full use was that of smell. She had mostly gotten used to their bodies by this point, but every time she was jolted awake, the stench came rushing back in to fill her nostrils. Sweat and urine, death and fear, other unspeakable things. And always, always the overwhelming reek of alcohol. Vodka. Bourbon. 5 Krazys. She thought briefly that she might become a teetotaler when this was all over, before almost losing herself to hysteria. As if there was any chance she'd be leaving this 'someplace special' alive…
Lewis cocked his head and crouched down by the side of the van. "Hey, gorgeous, what's the matter? You gonna smile for me, sweetheart?" She swore the bastard could literally read her mind sometimes. What other explanation was there for him knowing how close she was to such inexplicable laughter?
Olivia tried to glare up at him, but her body was refusing to cooperate, so she simply let her eyes fall shut again. She was reminded of playing hide-and-seek as a child. Invariably, she would attempt to hide in a space much too small to truly disappear from sight, but she was convinced that if she closed her eyes, a cloaking device would be activated – "If I can't see you, you can't see me." How she desperately wished that were the case now. But just as it hadn't worked as a child, or in a prison basement five years prior, it didn't work now. Lewis chuckled under his breath, grasped her under her arms and hauled her off the floor of the car, dragging her body up the length of his own in the process till she was in a more or less standing position. Every square inch of her skin was tingling, whether from blood-flow being properly returned or his invasively close proximity, she wasn't entirely sure. Probably both. Lewis left her leaning against the side of the van as he reached in, grabbed his bag of "goodies" and slid the door shut. Clicking the lock button till the car beeped, he grasped her around the waist with his right arm as he hitched up the paper bag in his left.
Olivia's face burned with humiliation as she fell against him, lacking the control one typically needs to be able to stand and walk on her own. She was entirely reliant on Lewis's strength to get her into the house, a fact he was clearly loving as he whispered into her ear before dragging her half-stumbling body toward the front door of what would surely be her final hell. Her heart plummeted and the despair she would have gambled heavily upon being unable to get any worse grew exponentially as she heard his words repeat in her head, "Don't be so anxious, baby. We're just getting started…"
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The beach house seemed innocuous enough from the outside, all stone steps, wooden shingles, and white trim against the quiet backdrop of trees and water. What drew Olivia's eye, however, as she was pulled ever closer was the exposed red brick chimney. A shudder passed through her at the thought of fire and she found herself praying desperately to whichever deity or force might still be listening to her at this point that Lewis was through with the 'burning' portion of their time together. But then she recalled sitting in the backseat of a black SUV the previous evening (or was it a lifetime ago?) and listening to talk of hardware stores and "surprises for later" and she was suddenly very sure that nothing was out of the question.
If she'd happened upon this beach house for any other reason, Olivia might have appreciated the serenity of the location. Everything was shades of blue and green, calm and still. Even behind her eyelids (when had they closed again?) she could see the soft light and gentle tones that leant a deceptive air of peacefulness to the scuffled proceedings leading up to the glass-paned double doors. As Lewis grasped the handle and pushed the door open, he swung Olivia's body enough that she was forced to re-open her eyes in order to not completely lose her balance and fall to the floor despite his supporting arm. As her head lolled and her glassy look took in the interior of the house, she found herself wondering about the owners. There were maps and photos hanging on the walls, furniture covered with sheets and quilts, mostly empty shelves, and a hodge-podge of decorations gracing the flat surfaces and hearth. The colors were more vibrant in this room than they'd been outside. Deep green doors and accents; rich reds and yellows in the drapes and wood. Would the people who called this their home away from home ever want to return after what was to happen here? What precious family mementos might Lewis destroy if the desire to pull his usual 'Hurricane Billy' antics struck him? Would her blood add to the variation in the colors of the grain of the wood?
Lewis continued his path through the room and Olivia could feel herself beginning to slip out of his grasp. If he didn't readjust his grip soon, she was going to fall flat on her face on the hardwood floor. He'd clearly checked out the house while she'd been unconscious still on the floor of the van, because he didn't hesitate at all, but led her straight to a closed green door. He pulled the door inward toward them with a little difficulty, but still managed to keep his hold on both his supply bag and Olivia. They moved into a small kitchenette and Olivia's eyes widened for a moment as they alighted on a wall phone by the far doorway. A way to contact someone. It was more hope of a possible out than she'd had in days, but that thought swiftly flew from her mind as Lewis took her through into a small bedroom. Olivia knew immediately that this room would be the site of her ultimate torture and probable death. The colors that had been growing ever stronger as they made their way from the outside in were glowing like a live coal here. Even with the curtains pulled back to let the natural light in, the colors of the outside could not penetrate far into the room that would surely be transformed into hell itself with the drapes drawn. Olivia could swear she felt heat and flame licking at her body and she questioned how fair it was that she would be condemned to the same place her captor surely sprang from if she died while with him.
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Lewis's arms were about to give out from the awkwardness and strain of his burden and he gladly flung Olivia down once they reached the edge of the bed in the middle of the room. The mattress and pillows were bare but clean (a state which wouldn't last long in his presence), and while the rusty iron bed frame had clearly seen better days, it appeared sturdy enough to withstand all the activities he had planned for their little staycation. Plenty of places to attach handcuffs and rope or to hold onto for support. Olivia pitched forward onto the springy cushion and immediately whipped her head around trying to clear her mind and get a better picture of her surroundings. Lewis began to speak to her, fiddling with something in his hands, but the words meant nothing to Olivia as all her attention zeroed in on what was visible through a partially open curtain in the corner – a bathroom. As if a switch had been flipped in her brain, every single nerve in Olivia's body was suddenly on fire with need. She was quite sure she had lost control of her bladder during some moment of unconsciousness over the past few days, but it had been far too long since she'd properly relieved herself and she was desperate for the opportunity. Lewis had been plying her with alcohol the whole time they'd been together and she was paying for it. Hating herself for the weakness she was about to display but hating the thought of laying in her own urine even more, she waited for him to turn his gaze back toward her again. Lewis smiled an almost charming boyish smile and tilted his head to look her in the face. As soon as his eyes were on hers, Olivia moaned through the duct tape on her mouth and gestured toward the toilet with her head as best as she was able. It only took Lewis a moment to put 2 and 2 together and he taunted Olivia as she rolled over onto her back in an effort to keep her gathering tears from falling.
Lewis moved to the side of the bed where Olivia's legs were hanging off, and she could see now that he had a roll of duct tape in one hand and a gun – her gun – in the other. He stood there for a moment, gazing dispassionately down upon her as if to silently ask her, "How is this going to work?"
Then Lewis jerked his chin and said, "Let's go."
Olivia could feel her handcuffed wrists being crushed under the weight of her drunk and drugged body. As she bent her legs down over the edge of the bed in an effort to move across the mattress, the pain shooting up her arms intensified to such an excruciating level that she was terrified for a moment she would pass out once more. She tried to stare up at the ceiling and concentrate on what she was doing, but that was next to impossible with Lewis looming over her. She could feel his gaze on her battered body as she continued in her pathetic struggle, squealing and straining, using every last ounce of strength she had to somehow manage to get to her feet. Olivia lifted her head and, completely against her will, her own eyes found his as he offered to help her. He was unguarded in that moment, and Olivia stared in horror at the look of pure joy and unbridled lust causing his face to practically glow as he witnessed her feeble attempt to maintain even the smallest modicum of control in this situation. The Beast knew his prey was almost broken; he could practically taste victory. As Olivia's head fell back onto the mattress, Lewis grew impatient waiting on her. In one fluid motion, he hurled the roll of duct tape against the wall and then slid that same arm underneath Olivia's torso to pull her body up to meet his. Their bodies were flush against one another, from Olivia's feet all the way up to her breasts and she kept her eyes trained on Lewis's mouth rather than looking him in the eye. The evidence of his excitement was pressed hard against her hip and she couldn't stand the thought of him peering into her soul and seeing only fear there. Lewis rocked against her for a few moments, chest heaving. He had Olivia's service weapon pushed up under her jaw, and briefly considered crushing her duct-tape covered lips under his as he had once before, but then turned her away from him and toward the bathroom.
Olivia looked wildly around the room for a moment as though trying to find a place to run and hide, even though nothing of the sort was to be found. Then she turned and looked over her shoulder at Lewis, pulling at the cuffs behind her back and grunting in an effort to ask for them to be removed. Lewis was genuinely amused at the fact that after all their time together already, she would still hold onto the thought that he would do any such thing.
He briefly touched his tongue to the corner of his mouth before asking, "Did you really think this would work that way? You need help, and I'm going to be the one to help you."
This time, Olivia couldn't stop the tears from spilling over, and as Lewis prodded her with the gun to herd her toward the bathroom, she cursed herself and wished she'd simply peed the bed. Maybe then he would have been so disgusted he just would have killed her straight out and saved her this heartache. But then again, knowing Lewis (and she really did think she was finally beginning to understand him), he may have simply joined her in the act. Lewis again tucked the gun into the back of the waistband of his jeans and reached around Olivia to push the dividing curtain all the way open. Olivia stepped into the bathroom as Lewis flipped on the light. She turned around to face him, using every last reserve within her to put on a brave face. However, it was a short-lived act as Lewis grinned and, peeling the duct tape off her face, whispered, "You ready, sweetheart?"
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