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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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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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Lewis followed Olivia's horrified gaze over to the mirror. They watched together as he spread his hands wide and traced her back through her shirt, then slipped his hands under the material to continue his evil caress. Without warning, he moved to grab her biceps and jerked her to an upright position. Olivia's hands and arms were crushed between their bodies as Lewis pulled her tight against him. She could feel his belt buckle under her palm and curled her fingers inward to avoid touching him as much as she possibly could. One of Lewis's large hands wrapped itself around Olivia's neck and his thumb pressed hard against her lower jaw to twist her head and force her to continue staring in the direction of the mirror. Lewis's other hand slid below and inside the front hem of her shirt. He splayed his fingers against Olivia's stomach, then trailed them upward till he was cupping her breast. Lewis cruelly squeezed first one and then the other, twisting the tender flesh and causing tears to prick in Olivia's eyes. Then, despite being unable to see what he was doing, Lewis's fingertips unerringly found one of the multiple burns with which he'd littered Olivia's chest. He pressed hard into the partially healed and mildly infected wound, eliciting the exact response he'd hoped for from Olivia. She gasped in pain and arched back against Lewis's chest, trying in vain to escape the agony, and allowing him to draw her even closer.
"Look at us, Olivia. LOOK." Lewis practically vibrated with ill-concealed excitement.
"This is mine," he stated, digging his fingernail into her burn.

"These," groping under her bra, "are mine."

"YOU are mine!" Lewis growled into her ear.
That bold claim finally woke Olivia from her terrified stupor and she began to struggle in earnest against him, trying to get away, pull away, run away, fly away. She wanted desperately to be anywhere but here, held close in a sick parody of a lover's embrace by the one man she would sacrifice her life to have never met. Except I'll probably be sacrificing my life because I did meet him.
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Lewis chuckled as Olivia moved against him and ground his hips into her hands, pushing her flush with the counter. "So it's like that, is it?" he asked, laughter on his breath. "Okay, let's get you a little more comfortable then, shall we?" Olivia's head jerked to the side and her jaw clamped shut as her brain fled from the memory of an almost identical conversation. Lewis pulled his hands back away from Olivia's body and he removed the handcuff key from his front pocket. He gripped one of her mangled wrists hard enough to make her want to sink to her knees. Lewis unlocked the cuff and removed it, pulling away a layer of skin and blood as he peeled it off. Elbow him in the neck, Olivia. Lewis turned Olivia so she was facing him, keeping a firm grip on her arm and reaching around her to grab the wrist with the cuffs still dangling from it. Punch him in the face Olivia, really give him a good gash. Olivia moaned in relief and agony as her shoulders were released from the position in which they'd been for a day. Run, Olivia, run far away. Lewis closed the handcuff once again around her bare wrist, and yanked on the cuffs to make sure they were locked in position, bringing a grimace to Olivia's face and a smile to his own. Good job Olivia, you played statue really well. Lewis backed Olivia up against the bathroom counter so she was more or less sitting on the edge, pants and underwear still down around her ankles. He straddled her bare legs and clasped his hands behind her back.
"Tell me something, Olivia. This boyfriend of yours, you do have sex with him, right? I mean, you told me he was living with you. But you're clearly not pregnant, and you haven't been, so what are you doing to prevent that? Birth control? Condoms? You just too old?" Olivia stared up at Lewis in disbelief, searching his face for any indication that this was a joke.
"Are... are you serious? That's no-none of your business," Olivia stammered.
Lewis's features tightened across the bones of his face and he breathed out hard through his nose. "Answer me, Olivia! I was saving it for later, but I bought this blowtorch at the hardware store that I would just love to try out..."
"Condoms," she ground out, "we use condoms."
"Wow. Really? And he puts up with that? Damn. Guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship. My daddy always said condoms were for pussies. Although, come to think of it, I suppose that is what they're for, after all." Lewis chortled at his little joke, and pulled a mocking face at the disgust spreading across Olivia's, gazing down into her weary eyes.
"Not your style of humor, Olivia? GOD! You remind me of my mother sometimes. Acting all high and mighty, but then opening your legs for any worthless piece of shit that looks your way and pretends to care. That ginger whore spread like peanut butter for half the men in town. But you know, my daddy told me once that it took a little... special convincing to get her to let him in the night I was conceived. I mean, not that he had to rape her - once he got going, she was into it just like always. Man, I loved hearing that story! At any rate, the irony of the situation is amusing, don't you think? Product of rape grows up and becomes a rapist. Remind me to tell you how that happened some time, okay? I think you'll love it."
Olivia knew she should look away from Lewis, break his eye contact, but she was mesmerized by the terrible tale he was weaving, and not a little concerned by the dangerous ground he was treading with the topic.
"You have to wonder, sweetheart, how often does that really happen? Babies conceived by rape? I mean, there's that politician claiming that if the rape was legitimate, the body will shut down the woman's ability to become pregnant. What do you think of that? In your line of work, this topic has to come up from time to time. But honestly, Olivia, do you truly know anyone - besides me, of course" Lewis clarified with a twisted smile, "that's a product of rape?"
Being that it was almost evening on the fourth day of their dance from hell, Olivia knew better than to let anything important show on her face, but it was too late. As the blood drained from her cheeks, and Lewis's eyes lit up with glee, Olivia had no doubt that he'd seen the expression of horror that allowed him to steal part of one of the only secrets she'd been able to withhold from him. Lewis's voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper, and he grinned wide enough to swallow Olivia's soul, "You? Your mother? Oh, darling, we really are joined at the hip, aren't we?" Olivia could feel the delight radiating off Lewis as he stood up fully and stepped back, reaching out to take her by the shoulders and asking, "Shall we see if we can repeat history?"
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Olivia's comprehension was failing her. This can't be happening. "No. No! NO!" She fought against Lewis as he turned her once more toward the bathroom counter, but his grip was unbreakable as he raised her arms above her head and used his weight to leverage her facedown into the position she'd hoped to never be again.
"Yell as loud as you want, sweetheart, there's no one around to hear! And I love it..." Lewis stretched out across Olivia's body, relishing in the feel of her underneath him. He pulled himself up and took the gun out of his waistband before laying it down on the countertop. Lewis stepped back to undo his belt, and the second Olivia felt him move, she reared up in an attempt to get away. Lewis immediately shoved Olivia back down, hard, grabbed the gun, and pressed it against her cheekbone on the side of her face that was exposed. "If you want to keep that face of yours looking pretty, do NOT try that shit again. Do you understand me? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, OLIVIA?"
"Yes, yes! I understand," Olivia sobbed, "Please, no! Lewis! God, please, stop!"
"We're a little late for that, sweetheart, and I'm a little pressed for time." Lewis laid the gun back down on the counter again. He undid his belt, button, and zipper and opened the front of his jeans. Lewis placed one hand between Olivia's shoulder blades and used his other to push down his boxers and pull himself out. He moved to invade Olivia's space and she choked on her tears, begging Lewis to reconsider what he was about to do. Olivia could feel him slick and hard against her, probing and demanding. And finally, it was too late to take it all back. Olivia's mind went blank with shock, time seeming to expand and come to a stop as Lewis pushed into her, agonizingly slow. Then Lewis groaned in satisfaction at the sensation of being fully inside Olivia. The world imploded around her as time now leapt by much too quickly. She screamed. Lewis began thrusting unbearably fast, not giving Olivia's body any chance to adjust, as he slammed her pelvis into the counter edge over and over with bruising force.
Lewis's movements stilled, and the only sounds filling the room were his hoarse breathing, and Olivia's quiet whimpers, punctuated by hiccoughs. The two of them stayed, fused together like that for a moment, and then Lewis spoke. "You know I've got to get going soon, but I want you to know we will come back to this - I have to have you fully this way. God, you are fucking incredible! I knew you'd be worth the wait. But I do need to move the van, and I'm not quite finished, yet."
Lewis slipped out of Olivia, picked up the gun and took a few steps back. "Get up, Olivia. I know you can. Get up, turn around, and get down on your knees. Do it now."
Olivia felt as though she was made of clay and had molten lava poured inside her outer shell. Head bowed in shame and heart filled with dread at what was still to come, she used shaking arms and quivering legs to push herself till she was upright. She shuffled her feet till she was facing Lewis, wincing at the movement. Her downcast eyes filled with tears and blurred her vision, which she was thankful for as she slowly sank to her knees. Olivia continued her descent until her backside was resting on her heels, and her back was touching the cabinet door. Then the tears spilled over and she could suddenly see that which she'd been avoiding.
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It wasn't as though she had never seen Lewis's naked body before. At the Mayer residence, she'd had a front row seat, forced to watch his bloody weapon of torture, intent on inflicting as much damage as possible. But now that it was in her face, the experience was almost more than she could bear. Her mind was reeling as she kneeled there before Lewis, the literal extension of his throbbing lust, anger, and thirst for domination put on display for her. Olivia saw the movement of the gun out of the corner of her eye, and she flinched away before realizing Lewis only wanted her attention. She tilted her chin up and raised her eyes to meet his.
"Olivia, one thing - you bite me, you're dead."
That was all it took to knock Olivia over the edge into the gaping maw that had been calling her name for days. She threw herself backward as hard as she could, smacking her head on the underside of the counter edge, sending stars exploding across her vision. As the world fractured around her, Olivia felt like she'd fallen into a movie she'd once watched while staying up late, waiting for Brian to come home. The main character was stung by a creature that caused terrible reactions - hallucinations, nightmares, death; fantasy and reality intermixing in jagged flashes, accompanied by discordant tones meant to emphasize the abject terror being inflicted upon the victim. And now she was trapped in a nightmare of her own mind, hallucinations blooming before her eyes. The man before her fluctuated between William Lewis and Lowell Harris. First she was in a basement against a cold metal door, and the next second she was back in the beach house bathroom. Light and dark, red and black, criminal and correctional officer - everything flickered before her. Two sick creatures intent on taking a piece of her soul. And overarching the entire episode, she could hear the voice of a demon from hell, the Beast from hell, speaking to her.
That's some reaction, Olivia. I admit I'm a little bummed to find out I'm not the first one in your life. Did he take you? No answer? Doesn't matter. I'll find out. I always do. Olivia. Olivia! OLIVIA!
Suddenly, all noise and motion evaporated, sucked out of the room like a vacuum, when Olivia felt the cold sharp metal of her gun being pressed against her forehead. And the Beast began to issue commands.
"Open your mouth, Olivia." She did.
The gun disappeared and instead long fingers tangled in her hair as Lewis maneuvered Olivia's head into position. As he passed through her lips and brushed against her tongue, she could taste herself on him, and in that moment, she wished she were dead. Rotting in the ground for years, having taken a bullet, a knife wound, a broken neck in the line of duty. Anything but this ordeal that would only leave others seeing her as 'less than' and questioning her ability to take care of herself.
"Take me all the way in." She did.
Lewis alternated between thrusting, and pulling Olivia's head toward him. Then he was in too far, too deep, and she was gagging. Don't throw up Olivia. You can't throw up. You don't know if he'll laugh at you or get angry, and you can't afford for him to get angry. Lewis's movements became more erratic, more shallow, more quick, and he held Olivia's head still.
Then the Beast repeated the command she'd heard once before when smooth, cold glass was in her throat instead of hot flesh. And she did.
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Olivia's mouth was bitter and burning, just as it had been the night before. Her heart was bitter and burning, too, as Lewis spoke in a gloating voice, his fingers still wrapped in her hair, "Good girl. You did very well."
Olivia's body started to shake and she began to sob once again. She was so cold and tired and completely bone-numbingly exhausted. She had lost, and he had won. At least this round. And she didn't know if she could get up again and keep fighting; whatever victory she had once thought she would gain didn't seem worth it anymore. Olivia just wanted to sleep. She felt her eyelids drooping and allowed them to close as her sobs quieted. Her body swayed and then slumped forward as she leaned against the only thing available for support - Lewis's leg. Olivia's breathing evened out as she drifted off to the bliss of a dreamless world, even if just for a few minutes.
Olivia startled awake in disbelief at what she'd just done. Lewis was gently stroking her hair in the same manner one might stroked a beloved pet, and his voice filtered down to her from above, "You know, I love having you like this, darling, but I really do need to get going now." He adjusted himself as he pulled his clothing back together and refastened his belt. Then he crouched down in front of Olivia, slid his hands under her arms, and lifted her to her feet. Olivia stood limp and lifeless before Lewis, a marionette waiting for her strings to be pulled as he hastily redressed her as well. Lewis produced the gun, seemingly from thin air, and said, "Let's get you back in the bedroom."
Olivia walked stiffly and mechanically, more like a robot now, than a doll, as Lewis told her to lay on the bed and raise her arms over her head. Being that each direction was accompanied by a wave of the gun, she saw no reason not to comply. Lewis walked around behind the bed and pulled her body toward him till he could handcuff her arms to the iron headboard frame - an excruciating process for Olivia. Then he picked up the duct tape from where it lay on the floor and came back over by the bedside. Lewis leaned down and slid a hand behind Olivia's head, lifting her face to his lowering one for a swift, possessive kiss.
"Thanks for the quickie," Lewis grinned as he tore of a piece of the silver tape and placed it over Olivia's swollen lips. "I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere. We've so much more fun to be had." Lewis chuckled, and tears slipped from the corners of Olivia's eyes to mingle with the sweat on her face.
The whole bathroom ordeal hadn't taken much more than about twenty minutes, but Olivia felt she was destroyed forever as she turned her head away from Lewis to avoid his penetrating gaze. Pull yourself together Benson. Olivia heard a small voice she thought had been quieted forever, echoing from somewhere far back in the recesses of her brain. You've got to find a way out of this! A tiny seed of hope was planted in her heart, and Olivia pondered the idea that perhaps all wasn't lost. Soon, she told the voice. In a little bit. I just have to rest first, and then we'll figure something out.
Olivia heard Lewis's boots walking away through the otherwise empty beach house. The front door slammed and then the van started up as black closed in around the edges of Olivia's vision.
Soon.
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