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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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Thursday, April 3, 2014
Olivia was jolted out of her hellish memories by Lewis's hot breath on her ear as his hands resumed the kneading and pawing of her chest that he'd been occupied with minutes earlier. He rolled his hips against her, pressing her thighs hard into the edge of the metal table. She could feel the double pressure of the gun in his waistband and his erection against her backside. His cheek lifted against her own as he smiled, and Olivia could hear the sadistic grin in his voice as Lewis spoke.
"I can see you remember our special time together just as fondly as I do."
Lewis once again moved his hands to Olivia's belt and continued the process of unbuckling it. Try as she may to stop them, tears were still slowly leaking down her face as she internally fought the very same effect she'd denied downstairs that he'd had on her since their first encounter. Olivia opened her eyes and looked across the table to see Amelia staring in horror at the hellish tableau being played out in front of her. Terrified gray met apologetic brown, and while Lewis's movements at her waist jerked her body back and forth, Olivia offered the only advice she could give at this point.
"Look away, Amelia. Don't watch this. It's okay. It'll be okay. Just look away."
The girl complied, and Olivia watched in sorrow as Amelia's small body slumped in defeat and exhaustion, head now bowed away from the center of the room. Lewis had made swift work of Olivia's belt, button, and zipper and was now shoving her pants and underwear down over her hips. Given the position in which her legs were duct taped to the table, this wasn't done without difficulty, but Lewis was not to be deterred. He stretched the material as far as he could and with one more forceful yank, brought everything down far enough to grant him access. His voice floated up eerily, echoing off the unforgiving stone walls as he crouched down behind her.
"I'm a man of my word, Olivia. I told you in our bathroom that we would come back to this. I've been planning our reunion for almost a year and I'm really looking forward to getting... reacquainted with one another."
Olivia's legs were quivering uncontrollably and she forced herself to try and stay calm. Think of Amelia. You can't let him hurt her. Keep it together, Olivia.
His broad palms and long fingers spanned the width of her curves and he momentarily rested his forehead against the small of her back. Lewis inhaled deeply through his nostrils and continued speaking, "We didn't have nearly as much time together as I had hoped before. I only got to take advantage of a brief window of opportunity, but I have all the time I need now." Without warning, Lewis suddenly bit down hard on the soft flesh his hands were caressing. Not enough to break the skin, but definitely enough to bruise. Olivia yelped at the unexpected burst of pain and her body jerked violently, attempting in vain to move away from his mouth. A groan of agony escaped her lips as Lewis chuckled against her.
"Biting's not really my thing, but I had a hard time gathering my usual supplies with you plastering my face all over the city. That was kind of fun, though, sweetheart. Might have to add it to my bag of tricks when I'm finished with you."
Lewis returned to a standing position and began readying himself for what he had planned next. He moved the gun to his back pocket and Olivia visibly cringed at the sounds of metal on metal from his belt buckle and zipper. Stiff material rustled and a distinctive rhythmic noise began as he pulled himself out and stroked his own flesh. Olivia's heart stuttered to a halt and she became as still as stone as she fought off the demons in her head so she could deal with the one in her presence. With one wrist encased in metal and the other encased in rope, she gripped the sides of the table so hard her knuckles were white as bone. Lewis reached out his free hand to play with Olivia's hair, and then trailed his touch down her neck, shoulders, and torso, squeezing, pinching, and twisting whatever he could through her beige sweater.
With the exception of lowering her chin to her chest and clenching her jaw, Olivia willed herself to give no outward indication that any of this was affecting her. She was banking heavily on the theory that given Lewis's prior desire to hear his victims verbally acquiesce to his demands, if she offered no resistance, he would fail to maintain the ability to consummate his vile plans. But her grand hopes were dashed when Lewis closed the distance between their bodies and pushed her sweater & undershirt up to her shoulder blades with his left hand. Skin rubbed against skin, and Olivia's heart rate sped up to painful velocity. Lewis let go of himself and placed his hands against Olivia's back, applying pressure. They both knew her instinctual initial resistance was mere formality, and a fresh round of hot tears coursed down her cheeks as she allowed herself to be bent flat over the metal surface. His actions were almost tender compared to the way he'd slammed her down on the same table not ten minutes prior.
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Both of them were playing games, attempting to gain the upper hand, but Olivia was fairly certain she knew who the winner would be given the circumstances in which she found herself. She had told Lt. Murphy that she knew William Lewis better than anybody else, but unfortunately, the opposite was also true. Lewis had used Amelia as bait to reel Olivia in, and she had readily offered to switch places once she'd arrived; a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on whose point of view was being considered) events he couldn't have executed better if he'd tried. Lewis continued re-familiarizing himself with Olivia's body, destroying any concept of personal space, as he broke the silence.
"You know, we didn't spend that long in the car, Olivia. Although I have to say I did enjoy our little private tour of the city; sitting at the park watching the sunrise with you is something I won't soon forget."
Breathe, Olivia. Just breathe...
"Wager we have at least a couple hours to kill before your merry band of idiots manages to figure out where to track you to. Come to think of it, Olivia, that's more than enough time for me to do both of you..."
Olivia heard Amelia's sharp intake of breath from where she hung, and she twisted herself as best she could to look back up at Lewis's gloating face as a response exploded from her lungs. "No! Please, Lewis, we had a deal. I told you," here she paused for a moment, steadying her voice, "I told you to rape me. Just take me. Leave the girl alone."
Lewis sneered cruelly down at her from his towering vantage point and she turned her face away. "Olivia, you never learn. Do you really think you could stop me? Or that I need your permission? The lengths you'll go to convince yourself that you're in control of any of this is absurd." Olivia felt like she been dealt a blow to her chest and she realized that yet again she'd underestimated the depravity and deviousness of his mind. Lewis's hands were still roaming her exposed skin, fingering the scars he could find from his original assault. His hips maintained constant motion against her, foreshadowing the coming act he'd performed once before.
His voice was mocking and harsh as he spoke again. "And by the way, I like this little act you've got going on. You may think you've got me figured out, but you are my favorite book to read. It's adorable how you think that if you don't contribute to our activities I won't still be able to fuck you. Sure, it's a lot more fun with you begging and fighting and sobbing like you did last time, but I can deal."
Lewis validated this statement by positioning himself against Olivia's core and then burying himself inside her in one brutal thrust. He moaned in satisfaction as his body recognized hers; a guttural, animalistic sound that Olivia heard in her nightmares on a regular basis. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, but she couldn't stop herself from flinching as memories assailed her, almost reacting more violently to the noise he made than the physical assault itself.
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In the beach house of horrors, it had been Olivia who was most vocal. Pleading, cajoling, flattering, screaming, seducing, taunting - anything she could think of to try and save herself. But here in the hauntingly desolate granary, she was silent. The only noises she made were the bursts of air expelled through her lips and nose as Lewis developed a pattern of movement between their bodies, violating her again and again. It was Lewis who did all the speaking this time around, a theater performance designed to keep Olivia's focus solely on him; mental torture crafted to accompany and complement the physical.
"Fuck, Olivia! You are just as tight as I remember. You must not have been giving it up very often to that punk cop boyfriend of yours. Brian, was it? Really ruined you for him, didn't I? Who are we kidding - after me, you're ruined for anyone else, and you know it. You'll always think of me."
Be quiet, please be quiet. Olivia closed her eyes to block out the visual stimuli for a moment or two, and then turned her head to lay the other side of her face against the unforgiving metal. From this angle, she could keep Amelia in view, a constant reminder of why this sacrifice was so necessary. Behind her, Lewis shifted position and placed his hands flat on the table beside her hips for better leverage. Olivia winced as he lengthened his strokes.
"Did you wonder, Olivia, why I didn't bring it up at trial? Didn't talk about how you got exactly what you wanted from me?"
Yes, I did. But it was you who got was you wanted, you repulsive beast. Stop putting this on me!
"I knew it was just as special for you as it was for me after it wasn't included in the charges leveled against me by your proud little peacock of an attorney. How did you manage to keep it from everyone, Olivia? Find a nurse you could bribe to fudge the rape kit? Take a shower before you called for backup at the beach house? Clean yourself up in the hospital when they gave you time to change your clothes? Hmm? No answer? Well, that's okay. That's one secret you can take to your grave with you just like I'll take how I got into your apartment with me."
Lewis slid his hands underneath Olivia's body and inside her sweater. He palmed her breasts, dug his fingers into the swells of her chest and pulled her hard against him as he continued raping her.
"You gave me a gift that I would never share with anyone else. Even if you had taken my plea deal, I would've made up details to allocute to in court. The truth was too beautiful to just give it away. I simply wanted you humiliated like you humiliated me."
Olivia could hear the anger beginning to rise in Lewis's voice, and further evidence of that emotion was displayed by the increasing roughness of his actions. She thought he might be tearing her apart from the inside out.
"I wanted everyone to know where you came from; how we shared a bond of fatherhood by rapists. But you wouldn't even give me that one thing, Olivia! You couldn't just be honest with me for once! Even at the beach house, after I knew how you were conceived, you wouldn't tell me about him. I could tell there was much more to that story but you're such a fucking BITCH that you wouldn't. Let. Me. In!"
These last four words were punctuated by thrusts so hard that Olivia knew she would have bruises on her hip bones for weeks if she made it out of this alive. She already wouldn't be able to stand up straight without being in pain for god-knows how long.
"You want to take a break and tell me the story now? No? Still not up for talking, huh?"
Please, please, just let him shut up. I cannot take this constant soundtrack to the annihilation of my soul.
Lewis sighed, disappointedly. "Alright, baby. As you wish."
And then there was blessed silence.
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As Olivia's ears adjusted to the space vacated by Lewis's voice, she almost wished she hadn't prayed for him to quit talking. She thought she could have heard a pin drop, had it happened. Instead, she became aware of other, terrible, heart-breaking sounds.
Amelia whimpering in pain and fear.
Handcuffs jingling and clanking against the edge of the table.
The table legs screeching and scraping back and forth on the stone floor.
And most horribly, sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Viscous suction. The dull thud of bodies being slammed against an almost unmovable force. Grunts and moans of fulfillment and pain.
Lewis's actions began to become more frenzied. His breath came quicker, and then he drove himself into Olivia's battered body one final time, shuddering with his release.
"Yes! Fuck! Fuck, yes. God, Olivia! It was worth the wait for this. For the real deal. Going all the way with you. I have to say, though, you were a little bit of a cold fish..."
Olivia almost laughed at that. After everything he'd done, that he would complain about her 'performance' in her own rape. Instead, she watched Amelia swaying back and forth, forcing herself to regulate her breathing, refusing to give Lewis even an inch. Lewis straightened his body and raked his fingers through his hair. Then he reached one hand to touch just above where their bodies were still fused. Olivia was immediately petrified at the implication and tensed her body in fear. Lewis stretched one long arm across her body and leaned over her to whisper in her ear.
"See, I know how I could make you scream. But I also know you, Olivia. I know how much you like your secrets. And that would be almost impossible to hide, even for you. Consider it my gift. Payment for a good time."
The anxiety flooded out of Olivia and she nearly wept with relief to know there was one burden she wouldn't be forced to bear. Lewis pushed himself upright again, stepped back away from Olivia, and re-fastened his pants, moving the gun from his back pocket into the waistband once more. Olivia laid splayed across the table, arms stretched wide, momentarily too weak from the physical abuse and adrenaline surge she'd experienced to do anything else. Then Lewis pulled Olivia up, adjusted her clothing, and fastened everything except her belt.
"I'll leave that one to you to explain to your colleagues."
Olivia could hear that the amusement had returned to Lewis's voice; he was hoping for some response he could play off of. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out her next move. He's always playing with my mind. I thought I was dying here - I don't see any other way out. There's no way he's going back to jail. But now he's leaving me alive?
Lewis moved back into the position in which he'd been when this all started. He pressed the full length of the front of his body against the back of Olivia's, grasped her head in both hands, and twisted her around to kiss her. He squeezed her chin and kissed and licked up and down the left side of her face as he humped her sore body.
Don't react.
Don't react.
Don't react.
Olivia closed her eyes to steady herself and reopened them as her nostrils flared and she tightened her jaw. She could feel the light leaving her eyes as she steeled herself to be assaulted anew. But then Lewis paused in his ministrations.
"That's it?" he breathed so quietly against her ear that Olivia wasn't even quite sure he'd spoken. But then he repeated himself, more loudly. "That's it? That's all you're gonna give me, huh? Just gonna stand here, play possum? You don't want to do this game anymore?"
Lewis laughed and jerked his body away from Olivia's. As he spoke, he grabbed her right arm and began removing the rope from her wrist, pulling the gun out of the front of his pants and pointing it at Olivia's face. She stood there in disbelief, staring at the gun he was waving around, too shell shocked to do anything else.
"All right. You know what? New game. My rules... Not yours. This is gonna be more fun..."
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