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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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Predator and prey stared into one another's eyes: cruelty, arrogance, and lust reflecting in his; fear, despair, and anguish in hers. Then without warning, the atmosphere in the room shifted as the familiar (reviled) grin slid back into place on Lewis's face and he tilted his head saying,
"I believe you had a question for me?"
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It hadn't even been 24 hours since the last time Olivia had spoken, but it felt like at least an eternity had passed. And to be quite honest, between the horror at the prospect of what she was facing and the mixture of drugs and alcohol that had been repeatedly forced down her throat, she wasn't even sure she knew how to speak anymore. But Lewis was staring intently at her, fingers still digging into her cheeks, sadistic expectation written all over his face, and Olivia knew she had to try. She took in a shaky breath and cleared her throat. Or at least she attempted to. In reality, she accomplished something far closer to making the noise of a car engine trying desperately to turn over. Fittingly enough, she realized that stalling was exactly what she'd been doing, and if she wanted to get out of this situation anytime soon (and without pissing herself), she needed to just act.
"C-can you please h-help me?" Olivia managed to croak. The sound of her own voice terrified her. She didn't sound like Olivia Benson. She sounded warped and aged, creaking like an old rusty gate. A fleeting notion passed through her head, as quick as a silvery fish in a stream: You sound like your mother. Olivia immediately mentally shied away from any thought of Serena - too many good memories she didn't want poisoned and other bad ones she didn't want to consider at the moment. But the idea lodged itself in her brain and she couldn't shake it. Olivia supposed it must have been the years of alcohol abuse - in the end it had changed her mother's voice almost as much as a smoker's is affected by their cigarette use. And now it seemed as though Lewis was attempting the same thing with her. Olivia briefly pondered how it was that Lewis had managed to escape the ill effects of all his own drug and alcohol use throughout the years, but just as quickly wrote it off to good genes, the fact that he mainly seemed to use his vices to stay in control during his rampages, and that in general, he was simply despicably lucky.
The focus of Olivia's errant thoughts smirked and turned his head so his ear was practically brushing her lips. He moved his hand to cup the back of her head as he said, "I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite understand. Help? Did you need help with something?"
Olivia's face flushed red. It was bad enough she had to ask at all, but now she had to repeat herself, with details? She briefly thought of biting Lewis's ear just for pure spite, but she knew the consequences of making him angry, and she might not survive another round of that right now. She choked back a sob and forced out the words she once thought she'd rather die before saying, "L-Lewis, please. W-will you please help m-me take off my p-p-pants?"
Olivia stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving and hot tears burning paths down her cheeks, resolutely determined not to look at Lewis if she didn't absolutely have to. Lewis caressed Olivia's jaw and then dragged his thumb across her lips in what would have been a sensual gesture in any other situation. She could hear the grin in Lewis's voice as he angled his head so their cheeks were touching and he breathed into her ear, "I thought you'd never ask..."
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When Olivia was a little girl, her mom discouraged her from using the public toilet at school, so by the end-of-the-day bus ride home, her bladder was always full to bursting. The bus tended to be rather bouncy, and there was one stretch of road leading to a classmate's house where the pavement swooped up and down in gentle swells. Olivia had never told anybody this, but the combination of the movement of the bus and the pressure of a full bladder had sent a delicious tingle up her spine. She didn't understand what those feelings meant at that young age, but she knew that she liked it and that it was maybe a little naughty. Olivia would've given anything to be back on the bus right now rather than standing in the beach house bathroom, half numb from fear, waiting for Lewis to begin undressing her. The pressure of her full bladder now meant nothing more than a sickening sensation in her gut as she fought back the need to let go and the desire to vomit from her shattered nerves.
Olivia didn't want to say anything else, but she couldn't stop the, "Please hurry!" that escaped her lips as the feelings of urgency grew ever stronger and her legs shook in a awful parody of a child's 'potty dance.'
Lewis threw his head back and laughed, a sound full of merriment which echoed through the bathroom in stark contrast to the heart-wrenching scene being played out in front of him. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before saying, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm happy to help my girls out any way they ask." Then his mirth evaporated as quickly as it had appeared, and Olivia knew her time for praying for a miracle was up. She could feel Lewis's eyes boring holes into her face and she understood exactly what he wanted. She had to watch. And he knew she would. The chains forged in the fires of hell that bound Olivia to Lewis grew a link stronger as she reluctantly lowered her eyes from the ceiling till they met his.
Lewis's nostrils flared as he placed his hands on Olivia's waist and crouched down in front of her, never breaking eye contact. He undid the fastenings on her pants, and spread the material open, pushing them down over the swell of her hips and past her knees. Then Lewis hooked his fingers under the band of her underwear and pulled them down as well, all the while staring full in Olivia's face, his eyes growing dark with lust and power as his movements progressed. Lewis's breathing grew deeper and more ragged as Olivia's sped-up, heart beating so quickly it threatened to take flight from her chest.
Olivia practically jumped out of her skin at the sudden contact of Lewis's fingertips with the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. The surprise was enough to break whatever hold he had on her, and Olivia gratefully shut her eyes so she didn't have to gaze upon the face of evil as Lewis assaulted her. His hands moved up and around, pausing to squeeze her backside before coming back to the front. Lewis slid his hands up under her shirt and across the planes of her stomach and rib cage, then down again. He grasped Olivia's hips firmly and pushed the bottom of her shirt up, leaning forward to plant a kiss just below her navel, inhaling sharply as he did so.
"I can smell your cunt, Olivia. Despite the other scents of the last four days, I can still smell you."
Olivia was mortified at the words coming out of Lewis's mouth, and trembled so violently from fear and the cold air that she could barely feel the vibration of his lips against her stomach. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and if she'd had a free hand, she would've slapped it over her mouth to try and hold in the burst of deranged laughter which threatened to escape her as she thought, I should just piss on him. Then at least I wouldn't be cold anymore. But the moment went as quickly as it came, and Olivia realized there was no way she would be able to last much longer. She felt Lewis's body shift as he stood up but Olivia refused to open her eyes to look at him and was therefore taken completely off-guard when he placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her down on the toilet seat as hard as he could.
The sudden movement and jolt to her body divested Olivia of whatever minute portion of control she had managed to maintain up to this point, and as Lewis forced her down on the toilet, her bladder practically exploded. Olivia's whole body burned with a humiliation like none she'd ever felt before as her body finally took relief by emptying itself. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs and curled forward as she bowed her head and tried pointlessly to shield herself from Lewis's prying eyes. His shoulders began to shake, too, and the bathroom filled with the mingled sounds of Olivia urinating and Lewis laughing.
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Olivia's flow finally trickled to a stop, and Lewis crouched in front of her once more. He grabbed her chin and yanked it up to search Olivia's face.
"You done?" he asked with the smirk Nick had once threatened to smack off his face firmly in place.
Olivia tried unsuccessfully to jerk her chin back out of his grasp, determined not to show any more weakness or let another tear run down her face. The grin slid off Lewis's face as he saw Olivia's defiance returning and he repeated in a cold voice, "I asked you if you were done."
Olivia gritted her teeth and begrudgingly answered, "Yesss. I'm finished."
"Alrighty, then. Let's get you cleaned up," Lewis said as he placed his hands on her knees and pushed himself to a standing position. He spun on one heel, scanning the shelves, shower area, and wide bathroom counter before coming to a stop back in front of Olivia. "Huh," Lewis snorted, "No toilet paper."
"What?" Olivia choked out, frantically twisting her body to look beside both sides of the toilet, before her eyes snapped back up to meet Lewis's.
"That's alright, baby. We'll just improvise!" Lewis reached out to snag a washcloth that was hanging on the wall by the medicine cabinet. He turned the water on in the sink and wetted the washcloth before moving to stand back in front of Olivia. "Scooch back," he commanded, "and open your legs."
Olivia looked pointedly away from Lewis, out through the curtain in the doorway to the bedroom. But her eyes lighted on the iron frame bed and suddenly what was out there wasn't any better than what was in here. And at least if she did what Lewis said, and didn't piss him off, she had a pretty good idea of how to handle him. Hating herself for it, Olivia sighed, stared somewhere in the vicinity of Lewis's chest, and did as she'd been told. She scooted herself back on the toilet seat as best as she was able, with her hands still cuffed behind her, and then, swallowing visibly, parted her legs to give Lewis access. A shaft of sunlight suddenly pierced through the bathroom window blinds, and made something sparkle in Olivia's eyes. She was startled to realize that it was tears on her eyelashes. Olivia's breath caught, and she died a little bit inside because she finally understood that she had absolutely no control whatsoever, and more than that, she'd started doing what she could to keep Lewis happy.
"That's my good girl," Lewis cooed as he reached between Olivia's legs with the washcloth and began wiping off her most intimate parts. His touch was surprisingly tender and he moved the cloth in circular motions around her inner thighs, her backside, and her core. Lewis bunched the cloth up in his hand and used two long fingers to stroke softly between her legs, testing. He wasn't disappointed as Olivia reacted like a live wire had just touched her rather than flesh. Gasping, she threw her head back and arched up off the toilet trying to get away from his touch.
Lewis kept one hand in between Olivia's legs and put the other one on her shoulder. "Shhh. Shh. It's okay, shhhh..." Lewis gentled her as one would a recalcitrant horse. Olivia's heart rate slowed and she settled back on the toilet seat, allowing Lewis to finish what he'd started. Lewis tossed the washcloth into the sink and, placing his hands around Olivia's waist, pulled her to a standing position. He reached behind her to flush the toilet and then stepped back.
Olivia wouldn't lie, it felt so much better to have an empty bladder and a clean nether region, but a cold fire burned and ached in her chest that Lewis was the one to thank. Mostly though, she was glad this was finally almost over. Part of her hated the thought of having to have her same repulsive clothes pulled back up, but she would be so relieved to have her only safety barrier against Lewis's attacks - however flimsy - back in place. In the back of her brain, she knew it was an illusion, but it was a necessary one when she felt like she was losing (or had already lost) every other part of herself. Olivia knew what he would be expecting and rather than attempting to avoid the inevitable, she just quietly asked, "Lewis, would you please pull my clothes back up?"
Lewis stood there, not moving, as Olivia waited, becoming more agitated by the second. She chanced a sideways look up at Lewis's face, and her heart leapt into her throat. Lewis's eyes were like black holes, absorbing and destroying everything within their gravitational pull, and Olivia had no escape from them. A muscle twitched in his cheek, and faster than a snake he reached out and grabbed her by the arms. "Oh Olivia," he whispered darkly, "did you really think we were done here? I may have things I need to take care of, but we've got time for this. Pull your clothes up? Not yet."
Olivia was paralyzed and stunned at her stupidity. How could I have so badly misjudged this situation? But she had no time for further lament as Lewis spun her around and shoved her against the edge of the bathroom counter. He invaded her space and every pore of her being as he pressed himself against her. Lewis placed one large hand against the small of her back and pushed her down, bending Olivia over the scratched and weathered acrylic surface. On the way down, her eyes caught sight of a full-length mirror on the far wall. A common feature in so many bathrooms, but this one seemed to hold a nightmare inside. The picture reflected showed a demon holding a frightened animal captive and that couldn't possibly be right. Who was that broken and battered creature? Olivia thought she looked familiar, but couldn't place where she knew her from. She stared in shock and disbelief as a million thoughts raced through her head.
What is happening?
How did I get here?
Oh my god. THAT'S ME.
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