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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or it's characters and I'm not making money from this.

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A/N: I started this story two years ago and am still working on it. The older chapters are very lacking in quality, but in my humble opinion, they get much better as the story goes on. Please bear with it. :)
Warnings (contain story spoilers, skip if you don't want to know): Graphic torture and rape, PTSD, depression, suicidal thoughts and eventual suicide attempt. Other warnings will be added as needed.

Notes: Flashbacks and memories are in italics, dreams in underline.

George closed his eyes. He should have seen it coming. Of course it made perfect sense seeing as he had spent his entire life trying to help people, cure people with mental diseases; now he found himself kidnapped, beaten, tortured, and raped by a group of sexual sadists. No good deed goes unpunished, right? It made sense in the worst way, being attacked by the kind of people he once treated.
He had been badly beaten; raped multiple times, he was dehydrated and he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. There was a crack in the wall that let in a hint of sunlight: if that was any indicator, it would mean he'd last eaten three days ago, and he'd been here for two weeks. Two weeks he had been waiting for the detectives he worked with, hanging on to the hope that they would rescue him.
He remembered when he was captured.
"The people you're looking for are the perfect examples of sadists," he'd told them. "They adore the idea of others being in pain, and they torture their victims before killing and dumping them. It is quite possible that they tortured them into insanity and made the victims beg before they killed them."
Elliot Stabler shook his head sadly. "So how do we catch these guys, doc?"
"In addition to being sadists, they're narcissists. Give them media coverage; play up what a difficult time we're having with them."
The detective nodded and went back to work. George, having received a call from Bellevue that a patient needed him, left.
It was dark outside, and he shivered at the chill from the air. He walked towards the subway, trying to hurry.
Suddenly he a man who'd been near him pointed a gun against George's head.
"Move and you're dead."
He was forced into a van, he was stripped and held in place while the men- he guessed there were 5 including the one driving- took turns raping him. It had been agonizing, and they had laughed at him cries of pain.
The van stopped and he looked around hopefully, thinking of running, but it was hopeless. One of them held a cloth to his face and he tried not to inhale but it was a hopeless struggle. His vision went black.
He shivered violently. He was on the floor, naked, and the room had no kind of heating. Yet another thing to add to his list of ways he could be killed in the next few days. He'd made a list, at first trying to figure out what he had to do to survive, but now… now he wasn't sure why. He shifted slightly, but regretted it the instant the agonizing pain went through his body. Tears streamed down his face. "If they don't find me soon, I'm going to lose it," he thought desperately.

He’d woken up to a semi-lit room. A man stood over him.
“I am going to break you, George Huang. FBI or no… I’m going to break you down.”
He shook his head. If the SVU detectives didn’t notice he was gone, the FBI would. They would search for him.
The man ran his hand over George’s body, laughing.
“I’m going to ruin that cute little body.”
George allowed a look of revulsion to cross his face.
The man took no notice. He pulled out a tiny knife and George tried in vain to get away. He screamed in pain as the knife sliced his skin again and again. It seemed to last forever and he wondered If he was going to die then and there. His muscles start shaking in protest to the tension in his body. Eventually, George panting, the man stopped. He looked George over with a twisted smile.
“Have to stop there or there won’t be anything left for the others.” He walked away.
He lost count of how many times it had happened in the next few days, being beaten and cut and burned and, of course, raped.
One of his attackers came into the room, smiling widely. George steeled himself, waiting for a blade or lighter or some other weapon of torture.
Instead, the man undressed quickly. “Again? Really?” George thought to himself. Usually they did that as a group, but they didn’t seem to care. Not a good sign- they were getting bored and they might kill him at any moment. He was living on borrowed time, now.
The man entered him, and he cried out as usual. The man, surprisingly, pulled out. What was he doing?
“I want you to be a willing participant,” the man said nonchalantly.
George knew what that meant and dread settled in his stomach.
The man gripped him and George’s body betrayed him by responding. The man stroked him, and George felt himself getting close. The man laughed and entered him again, still stroking, and they went over the edge together. George felt disgusted. These men were no novices: they knew how to torture psychologically as well as physically.
The man pulled out a lighter and he felt his skin burning, he felt the pain grip him. He lost conscious before he could scream.

Elliot was furious. How could George have gone missing right under their noses? He paced around the room, feeling like attacking someone.
“This isn’t fucking fair. Huang is the one who tries to help these people get over that shit and what happens! They get him.” Olivia placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I know, Elliot, but you can’t find him by making a hole in the floor.” Grinding his teeth, he sat down; trying to find something he had missed in the information he’d been given.
If they didn’t find George in time… No. He shook the thought from his mind. George would be ok. He wouldn’t let there be any other outcome.

Elliot kissed him gently. He sighed into it and Elliot hugged him tight. Eventually Elliot broke away. “From now on, anyone that touches you is dead,” Elliot told him. George leaned back and sighed as Elliot held his aching body even closer. He started to close his eyes and Elliot nodded approvingly. “Sleep, George. I’ll protect you. No one can hurt you ever again.”
George woke up in the room, again. Of course, it had been a dream. He had dreamed of being Elliot’s lover before, of course. He still wanted it, in fact. He just had accepted that it probably wasn’t going to happen. Still, it hurt that he had such a good dream and then woke up to this. It made it hurt more, somehow.
“Please help me, Elliot,” he whispered into the air.

Captain Cragen was anxious. George was a member of the team and so, he had a father/child relationship with him. The squad, being so close-knit, was frantic. Of course, George had always been a bit of an outsider, but that didn’t change how they felt. He was worried about his squad: Elliot seemed ready to explode, Olivia, who was pretty close to George, was barely keeping it together. Fin and Munch were seemingly ok, but they had their hands full trying to be pillars for Elliot and Olivia.
Normally, when emotions were this high, George would talk to everyone and keep them together. “You really don’t know what you have until it’s gone,” he thought bitterly. He wasn’t sure if George was gone forever or not. He didn’t want to be that pessimistic with the detectives, but he also knew they were all fearing the worst. They knew, somehow, that he had been kidnapped by the sadists. There were other explanations, but somehow, they just knew. He tried not to remember George’s description of the attacker’s activities with the victims, but didn’t succeed.
“Hey doc, what’s the deal with these guys?” He’d asked.
“They are sexual sadists. They tortured their victims for days, weeks even. Cuts, burns, starvation, dehydration, psychological warfare.”
He shivered at the words. He didn’t even want to think about the pain George was going through.
They had to find him, and soon.

George felt the knife coming at him, again and again, and he felt the fists and shoes of his various attackers flying at him and hitting his arms, legs, and ribs. Nothing that could result in internal injuries, though- they would let him die in the way they liked, the way that caused the most pain.
He felt his last bit of hope drain away from him. He would die here, at the hands of his attackers. The detectives weren’t coming. He remembered how he had said the attackers had made the previous victims beg for death. He wished he’d struggled against his attackers so they would have shot him. Maybe he should, beg for death like the other victims had. But Elliot… he shook his head. Elliot didn’t love him. No one did. The only thing he did have was the cold reality that the pain was going to get worse until he died.
He noticed that his head was swimming. He tried to stay awake, but his body was able to stand less and less each time he was tortured and he blacked out.
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