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Part 3 Of "For Her". I wrote this while I was supposed to be doing my homework. Oh well, it wasn't like I was going to get anything done while this was in my head.
A telephone was ringing. No, Alex reconsidered, it was just her ears. She fought to open her eyes but was alarmed to find her body did not obey her. Instead she did a mental check on what she could grasp of her condition. She knew she had a throbbing headache and ringing in her ears, the bastard must have hit her in the head with something. She could also feel something restraining her arms and legs. Her arms were bound behind her and her legs were bound to two separate posts. After exerting more effort required than a grueling day in court with Petrovsky, Alex finally managed to open her eyes. Not that it helped much. The room she was in was utterly dark, ‘Well at least I am alone for now.’
Alex looked down at herself and squinted, apparently she was tied to a chair. Blowing her hair from her eyes she let out a sigh. She had been so close to kissing Olivia, ‘Figures one of us would end up being kidnapped by a psycho. Fate really hates me.’ Suddenly Alex remembered, Matthew Rasmussen. She was currently being held by a man with nothing to lose, and that didn’t bode well for her.
‘You’re a lawyer not a helpless civilian.’ Mentally scolding herself she began to nudge her chair. No sooner than the chair made its first hop off the ground did a voice halt her efforts,
“I wouldn’t do that.” Apparently she was not alone as she had previously assumed. Straining to see through the gloom, Alex struggled to find the source to the voice, if only to grant herself some false sense of security. Alex cleared her throat and prayed that her court abilities would keep her voice steady,
“Well you have caught me, Mr. Rasmussen. Congratulations, now what may I inquire do you plan on doing now?” Although she tried to sound indifferent a hint of fear laced her words. Alex prayed that he would not pick up on it, but as she already acknowledged, ‘Fate hates me.’
“We are going to get to know each other. Well, I am going to get to know you.” Alex shuddered at the vindictiveness of his words,
“And why would you want to do that?” Alex wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answer to this question. Finally her eyes had adjusted to the light and she could see his silhouette. She could also see the confines of her hell. It was a tiny room with no windows and no furniture except for the chair she sat on and a bare mattress in the corner. ‘Fuck.’ She shuddered at the sight of the mattress and Matthew laughed,
“Not yet sweetheart. I never sleep with a girl without knowing a little about them. Now why did you become a lawyer? Obviously you told the detective.” Alex shivered; she didn’t feel like sharing that with him, it was intended to be just between the two of them.
“To seek justice.” She never even saw the blow coming as her head was violently thrown to the side by an abrupt slap to the face. Alex’s vision clouded over in pain as she felt the left side of her face throb agonizingly.
“Liar. You didn’t get justice for my wife.” Alex fought to speak again but the first two times she opened her mouth all that came out were moans,
“I tried to convict her killer but we didn’t have a strong enough case.” The next blow wasn’t entirely unexpected but her ribs ached in protest nonetheless. The chair was forced back a few inches and the sound of the wood scraping against the concrete was more excruciating than nails on a chalkboard. Matthew’s fist remained clenched in her abdomen as he spoke again,
“Wrong again bitch. Now, why did you become a lawyer?” Alex was afraid but her pride was even stronger,
“Fuck off.” Alex took comfort in that the words were more akin to Olivia than to herself. It was as if for an instant she was there with her. Not that this eased the pain of another fist to the ribs. This time Alex heard a distinct crack. 'Double Fuck.' Alex bit down on her lip to stop the yelp of anguish that threatened to come out. Alex could now taste the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.
“Are all lawyers this forthcoming?” His sarcasm did nothing to deter her stubbornness. Alex still refused to tell him the truth but understood that she had to have a selfish reason to satisfy him,
“Power.” The word seemed hollow, but the fist was slowly removed from her stomach indicating that she had given him what he wanted. Blinking quickly Alex fought the tears from spilling down her face; she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Matthew placed each hand on one of Alex’s thighs stopping her squirming with a harsh squeeze,
“Now I have some arrangements to attend to, my wife’s funeral and all. Don’t worry,” his hands tightened on her thighs, “I’ll be back later.” And with that he stood up and kicked her chair over. Alex heard him walk away snickering. As Alex’s head hit the concrete she fumbled to grasp one last coherent thought, ‘Olivia please. Please find me.’ As darkness overtook her, she had no idea as to the extent said Detective Olivia Benson was, in fact, trying to do just that.
A telephone was ringing. No, Alex reconsidered, it was just her ears. She fought to open her eyes but was alarmed to find her body did not obey her. Instead she did a mental check on what she could grasp of her condition. She knew she had a throbbing headache and ringing in her ears, the bastard must have hit her in the head with something. She could also feel something restraining her arms and legs. Her arms were bound behind her and her legs were bound to two separate posts. After exerting more effort required than a grueling day in court with Petrovsky, Alex finally managed to open her eyes. Not that it helped much. The room she was in was utterly dark, ‘Well at least I am alone for now.’
Alex looked down at herself and squinted, apparently she was tied to a chair. Blowing her hair from her eyes she let out a sigh. She had been so close to kissing Olivia, ‘Figures one of us would end up being kidnapped by a psycho. Fate really hates me.’ Suddenly Alex remembered, Matthew Rasmussen. She was currently being held by a man with nothing to lose, and that didn’t bode well for her.
‘You’re a lawyer not a helpless civilian.’ Mentally scolding herself she began to nudge her chair. No sooner than the chair made its first hop off the ground did a voice halt her efforts,
“I wouldn’t do that.” Apparently she was not alone as she had previously assumed. Straining to see through the gloom, Alex struggled to find the source to the voice, if only to grant herself some false sense of security. Alex cleared her throat and prayed that her court abilities would keep her voice steady,
“Well you have caught me, Mr. Rasmussen. Congratulations, now what may I inquire do you plan on doing now?” Although she tried to sound indifferent a hint of fear laced her words. Alex prayed that he would not pick up on it, but as she already acknowledged, ‘Fate hates me.’
“We are going to get to know each other. Well, I am going to get to know you.” Alex shuddered at the vindictiveness of his words,
“And why would you want to do that?” Alex wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answer to this question. Finally her eyes had adjusted to the light and she could see his silhouette. She could also see the confines of her hell. It was a tiny room with no windows and no furniture except for the chair she sat on and a bare mattress in the corner. ‘Fuck.’ She shuddered at the sight of the mattress and Matthew laughed,
“Not yet sweetheart. I never sleep with a girl without knowing a little about them. Now why did you become a lawyer? Obviously you told the detective.” Alex shivered; she didn’t feel like sharing that with him, it was intended to be just between the two of them.
“To seek justice.” She never even saw the blow coming as her head was violently thrown to the side by an abrupt slap to the face. Alex’s vision clouded over in pain as she felt the left side of her face throb agonizingly.
“Liar. You didn’t get justice for my wife.” Alex fought to speak again but the first two times she opened her mouth all that came out were moans,
“I tried to convict her killer but we didn’t have a strong enough case.” The next blow wasn’t entirely unexpected but her ribs ached in protest nonetheless. The chair was forced back a few inches and the sound of the wood scraping against the concrete was more excruciating than nails on a chalkboard. Matthew’s fist remained clenched in her abdomen as he spoke again,
“Wrong again bitch. Now, why did you become a lawyer?” Alex was afraid but her pride was even stronger,
“Fuck off.” Alex took comfort in that the words were more akin to Olivia than to herself. It was as if for an instant she was there with her. Not that this eased the pain of another fist to the ribs. This time Alex heard a distinct crack. 'Double Fuck.' Alex bit down on her lip to stop the yelp of anguish that threatened to come out. Alex could now taste the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.
“Are all lawyers this forthcoming?” His sarcasm did nothing to deter her stubbornness. Alex still refused to tell him the truth but understood that she had to have a selfish reason to satisfy him,
“Power.” The word seemed hollow, but the fist was slowly removed from her stomach indicating that she had given him what he wanted. Blinking quickly Alex fought the tears from spilling down her face; she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Matthew placed each hand on one of Alex’s thighs stopping her squirming with a harsh squeeze,
“Now I have some arrangements to attend to, my wife’s funeral and all. Don’t worry,” his hands tightened on her thighs, “I’ll be back later.” And with that he stood up and kicked her chair over. Alex heard him walk away snickering. As Alex’s head hit the concrete she fumbled to grasp one last coherent thought, ‘Olivia please. Please find me.’ As darkness overtook her, she had no idea as to the extent said Detective Olivia Benson was, in fact, trying to do just that.