Adopted by Olivia Benson: Part 2

3rd Day

*Olivia's POV*

"El, I don't think I can do this,"

Elliot lifted my head so that my reddened eyes met his. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. If you can't talk about it right now, I'm not gonna force you,"

"I need to tell you though. So much stuff will make more sense. I trust you with my deepest, darkest secrets. I trust you, babe," Elliot nodded. I laid my head back down on his chest and he rubbed my head. "Hold me tight so I won't slip back into- I need to know you're there,"

"I gotcha," He tightened his arms around my body and I proceeded to tell the story.

We had been together for three days. I hadn't eaten anything but sleeping pills and drank vodka. I was tired, sore, and drained. I wanted to go home, where ever home was. I wanted to be back in my bed where everything was okay. Back at the precinct, where I could be helping victims. But how could I help someone else when I couldn't even help myself?

After the long car ride, Lewis stopped the car. I couldn't see where we were because I was still lying on the floor of the car. Luckily this time, he didn't put me in the trunk. I was starting to have breathing problems because of the tarp that he laid over me, which covered my face. Lewis got out of the car and opened my door, staring down at me with the grin that would forever be burned into my memory. "Get up," he said. He knew quite well that I couldn't get up. I could barely breathe for heaven's sake. "I said get up!" I tried to lift myself but there was no use. "Fine," he drug me by my feet onto the ground and into the house. I felt every little pebbble dig into my skin. My arms and back stung from scraping against the gravel.

Once inside the house, Lewis threw me on the bed face down. I hurriedly but painfully, flipped myself around so I could watch him. I needed to see him at all times; know exactly what he was doing, when he was doing it. I communicated to him that I needed to use the bathroom and he picked me up by the waist, pressing the gun against my cheekbone. I walked to the bathroom with him latched to me. Lewis pulled my pants down and I sat on the toilet. I felt so humiliated because he watched me. "Done yet?" I nodded. "Good," he scurried over to me, cupped me 'down there' and smiled. I kicked and he slapped me. "Be a good girl, now. You don't want me to get the broom, do you?" I didn't respond. All he wanted me to do was beg and that was the last thing I'd do. Lewis punched me in the stomach twice and I bent over in pain. It felt like my insides were turning flips and I couldn't catch my breath because he knocked the wind out of me. "Now do you want the broom?" I hesitated at first then shook my head. He slid his fingers in me and thrusted faster and faster each time he stuck another finger in. I shut my eyes and started to cry. Then the worst thing happened. I let out an involuntary moan. "You like it!" He laughed. "I knew you did. C'mon, Liv. Get there for me," he said. I was hoping he didn't mean what I thought he meant but a few seconds later, I reached it and it happened; all over his hand. "Good girl," he stood up and washed his hands. "Now let's go,"

Still in pain, and overwhelmed with embasassment, I stood up he pulled my pants up. I couldn't understand why my body reacted the way it did. It wasn't supposed to do that. I know I didn't like what Lewis was doing to me. He took me back to the iron framed bed and uncuffed me for a brief second. "You fight me, and you're dead," he looked me dead in the eyes. Brown on brown. "I'll do you cold," I knew he was serious and he didn't have to worry about me fighting back because I didn't have enough strength.