Part 5
Part 5 of "For Her." Sorry I said I would update last night, but my computer decided to erase my story. Everybody's a critic. lol. Hope you like it
Alex’s head throbbed and she wondered if the headache would ever go away. Her hands were numb behind her back from lying on them after being tipped over. Blinking rapidly she let out a sigh, ‘One would think that they wouldn’t be bored when abducted.’ Her facetious tone did little to lift the ominous atmosphere.
She wondered what Olivia was doing at that moment. Did she go back to her office, and if so did she look in the bottom drawer? Alex had realized a few minutes after awaking the second time where she was. Although she would have some questions to answer, what lay in her drawer would lead Liv right to her. Alex felt a something trickle down the side of her head. Crossing her eyes she could see the unmistakable colour of blood. ‘Great a head injury, could this night get any worse?’
As if in answer to her question the one door leading into her prison opened. Matt strolled lazily back in, appearing in no hurry to do whatever it is he had planned. Alex found herself even more disconcerted by his nonchalance. ‘The board is set. The pieces are moving.’
Alex was tempted to laugh as she silently quoted “Lord of the Rings.” She had watched the movies with Liv during her suspension. Liv had taken the day off to cheer her up and her idea for doing so was watching all three movies in a row. Alex was up for it until she found out that all three extended editions in a row totaled over 13 hours. In the end she had a lot of fun. Joking around and munching on junk food with Olivia all day was the most enjoyment she remembered having in ages. She especially liked the proximity they were forced to adhere to on the small couch in Olivia’s apartment. Their bodies would ‘accidentally’ collide as one adjusted themselves. Lost in her remembrance she didn’t notice the smile that kissed her face.
She did notice, however, her chair being shot back up in an upright position. The tingling that returned to her hands was piercing.
“Whatcha smilin’ at Cabot?” She found herself staring into cold grey eyes mere inches from her own azure ones. She evaded the gag that threatened to rise at the rancid smell of his breath. He smelt of liquor, smoke and…rotting flesh? The second time she couldn’t stop herself from dry heaving, bitterly realizing she had nothing but a glass of whisky to throw up.
In a flash a needle was put into her arm and she felt the sting of the point as it sunk greedily into her pale skin. Some clear liquid was promptly injected and just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. Alex wondered at first what it did, until she felt her vision start to swim. She heard Matt laugh but it seemed far away and muffled; he was untying her and she felt like screaming in joy only to find she no longer had control of any of her muscles. She could feel herself being picked up out of the chair and cradled in his arms. Despite his harsh disregard for her health previously, he carried her gently over to the stripped mattress. He lowered her ceremoniously down onto it’s worn springs and Alex’s mind started to scream,
‘No…no…no…no…please…no.’ She was disgusted at her own weakness and glad that she couldn’t speak. She wouldn’t want him to hear her helpless; not that he wasn’t aware of the power he currently wielded over her.
Calloused hands ran hungrily over her filthy clothes, starting with her hair, crusted with blood down the expanse of her thighs. Alex felt sick; she was keenly aware of every disgusting sensation and yet oddly detached from it. A hand played with the hem of her skirt when she heard a savior’s voice ring out through her terror,
“Get the hell away from her you bastard!” The voice was serious and laced with hate, although it hitched slightly as it saw Alex’s state.
‘Liv!’ She screamed into her head wishing to be able to seek solace in the rich luminosity of her eyes, ‘Liv god, Liv.’ Her relief was short-lived as she felt herself wheeled around, used as a shield between Olivia and Matthew. The merciless barrel of a gun was once again placed underneath her defined jaw line. Matthew didn’t seem very fazed by this new turn of events,
“Well Detective Benson you have ruined my fun, but I have something even better in mind now. Put down the gun.” His patronizing tone sickened horrified her. Alex’s eyesight was hazy but she was able to lock onto Olivia’s face. Her face was determined but resigned and Alex yearned to cry out, ‘No Liv please!’ She felt her heart shatter as she heard the clang of the gun hitting the ground.
Alex’s head throbbed and she wondered if the headache would ever go away. Her hands were numb behind her back from lying on them after being tipped over. Blinking rapidly she let out a sigh, ‘One would think that they wouldn’t be bored when abducted.’ Her facetious tone did little to lift the ominous atmosphere.
She wondered what Olivia was doing at that moment. Did she go back to her office, and if so did she look in the bottom drawer? Alex had realized a few minutes after awaking the second time where she was. Although she would have some questions to answer, what lay in her drawer would lead Liv right to her. Alex felt a something trickle down the side of her head. Crossing her eyes she could see the unmistakable colour of blood. ‘Great a head injury, could this night get any worse?’
As if in answer to her question the one door leading into her prison opened. Matt strolled lazily back in, appearing in no hurry to do whatever it is he had planned. Alex found herself even more disconcerted by his nonchalance. ‘The board is set. The pieces are moving.’
Alex was tempted to laugh as she silently quoted “Lord of the Rings.” She had watched the movies with Liv during her suspension. Liv had taken the day off to cheer her up and her idea for doing so was watching all three movies in a row. Alex was up for it until she found out that all three extended editions in a row totaled over 13 hours. In the end she had a lot of fun. Joking around and munching on junk food with Olivia all day was the most enjoyment she remembered having in ages. She especially liked the proximity they were forced to adhere to on the small couch in Olivia’s apartment. Their bodies would ‘accidentally’ collide as one adjusted themselves. Lost in her remembrance she didn’t notice the smile that kissed her face.
She did notice, however, her chair being shot back up in an upright position. The tingling that returned to her hands was piercing.
“Whatcha smilin’ at Cabot?” She found herself staring into cold grey eyes mere inches from her own azure ones. She evaded the gag that threatened to rise at the rancid smell of his breath. He smelt of liquor, smoke and…rotting flesh? The second time she couldn’t stop herself from dry heaving, bitterly realizing she had nothing but a glass of whisky to throw up.
In a flash a needle was put into her arm and she felt the sting of the point as it sunk greedily into her pale skin. Some clear liquid was promptly injected and just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. Alex wondered at first what it did, until she felt her vision start to swim. She heard Matt laugh but it seemed far away and muffled; he was untying her and she felt like screaming in joy only to find she no longer had control of any of her muscles. She could feel herself being picked up out of the chair and cradled in his arms. Despite his harsh disregard for her health previously, he carried her gently over to the stripped mattress. He lowered her ceremoniously down onto it’s worn springs and Alex’s mind started to scream,
‘No…no…no…no…please…no.’ She was disgusted at her own weakness and glad that she couldn’t speak. She wouldn’t want him to hear her helpless; not that he wasn’t aware of the power he currently wielded over her.
Calloused hands ran hungrily over her filthy clothes, starting with her hair, crusted with blood down the expanse of her thighs. Alex felt sick; she was keenly aware of every disgusting sensation and yet oddly detached from it. A hand played with the hem of her skirt when she heard a savior’s voice ring out through her terror,
“Get the hell away from her you bastard!” The voice was serious and laced with hate, although it hitched slightly as it saw Alex’s state.
‘Liv!’ She screamed into her head wishing to be able to seek solace in the rich luminosity of her eyes, ‘Liv god, Liv.’ Her relief was short-lived as she felt herself wheeled around, used as a shield between Olivia and Matthew. The merciless barrel of a gun was once again placed underneath her defined jaw line. Matthew didn’t seem very fazed by this new turn of events,
“Well Detective Benson you have ruined my fun, but I have something even better in mind now. Put down the gun.” His patronizing tone sickened horrified her. Alex’s eyesight was hazy but she was able to lock onto Olivia’s face. Her face was determined but resigned and Alex yearned to cry out, ‘No Liv please!’ She felt her heart shatter as she heard the clang of the gun hitting the ground.