In My Enemy's Hands

When Elliot and Fin returned to the station house just after 5pm, Cragen was waiting for them. “What do we have?”

“Lily Attica, Olivia’s across-the-hall neighbor started seeing a man about a month ago. Then last week, he stopped calling and wouldn’t answer her calls. Yesterday afternoon, he called her out of the blue and said he needed to come over so they could talk. He got there, attacked her, raped her, and tied her to the bed. She said that while he was raping her, he called her ‘detective’ or ‘Olivia.’ He stayed in the apartment and set up a telescope to watch out the window until he saw her car pull in last night. Then she says that he walked out and she didn’t hear anything else until we came by today.”

Fin picked up with the details as Elliot went over to see if Munch had uncovered anything new in the past several hours. “Yeah, we’ve got a sketch artist working with her now. Name he gave her was a fake, of course. CSU is at her apartment dusting for prints; he left his cell phone there – looks like a typical burn phone, so I don’t think we’ll be able to trace him from that. We’ll know soon whether his prints are in the system and but DNA takes a while and we’re working against the clock. It’ll be at least a day or more before we know if anything pops up from the rape kit.”

“Why didn’t we hear about this earlier? You said you checked with her neighbors this morning when we first knew there was a problem.”

“We checked with some of the people in her building, but there was no answer at her place. At the time, there was no reason to suspect that there was any involvement with Olivia’s disappearance, so we didn’t pursue it further.”

“Alright, well… let’s find this guy fast. We’re at less than three hours until he starts his live broadcast.”
“Hey, there been any luck on tracing his web connection?”

Cragen shook his head. “Munch has been working on it, but he’s bouncing his signal off servers in half a dozen states and about three other countries. Whoever this guy is, he knows computers.”

By seven o’clock, they had the sketch of the attacker from Lily’s description and were sending it to stations across the state. As far as they could tell from the fingerprints, their suspect had no priors. “Or has just never been caught,” was Elliot’s dry comment.

Seven-thirty came and passed and they were all tense. At quarter-till, they sealed off the squad room to anybody not directly working on the case. As much as they didn’t want to see what was going to appear on the screen, they knew that there was a chance of catching some vital information about the perp.

At about five minutes till eight, a new link appeared on the web page. When Elliot clicked it, a new window opened with six different video screens. Munch, Fin, Huang, and Cragen all peered over his shoulder. Each of the screens showed a different angle of the basement room, with three of them focused on Olivia.

At precisely eight o’clock, he walked into the basement. The cameras did not show the door and stairs that led down to the basement, but the detectives saw all heads turn to face one end of the room a moment before he stepped into view. He was wearing black pants, a black t-shirt, and a ski mask.

~~~

As soon as he entered the room, all the girls tensed and instinctively huddled back on their pallets, each pressing her back against the wall in a subconscious attempt to minimize her vulnerability.

Olivia stood to face him as he walked toward her. She placed herself near the corner of the room, with her back angled toward one wall. As the man approached, he positioned himself facing Olivia, with his back angled toward the other wall. The gun was tucked into the back of his pants, in clear view of one of the cameras.
“Ready for some fun, detective?” Olivia did not reply and he reached behind him for the gun and held it loosely, pointing toward the ground. . “I asked you a question, bitch.”

“Will you let them go?”

He stepped forward and stopped, holding his body only inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. “That’s not an answer.” He brought his right hand up and pistol-whipped her across the face. A thin cut opened up, tracing the line of her cheekbone and trickling blood down, but Olivia did not move. He held the gun up under her chin. “Are you ready,” his voice was low and menacing “for some fun?”

Olivia shuffled to one side and he matched her, not realizing that she was positioning him so that his back was to the wall. She still did not answer and, as she had predicted, he moved the gun away from her and started to point it toward the girls. That’s when Olivia made her move.

She lunged forward, slamming him into the wall. His loose hold on the gun was not enough to maintain control and it fell to the ground. In the half-second before he realized what was going on, Olivia seized the thin chain from around his neck and ripped it free. She spun around and leapt two paces away from him, almost to the end of her chain. She threw the keys a split second before he recovered and tackled her to the ground.
He landed on top of her, spittle flying from his lips as he cursed her, he thick hands scrambling to her throat. Olivia bucked, throwing his weight off center and he fell to the side. “RUN!”

Anna had caught the keys and was trying to find the right one to unlock her ankle restraint. Finally she found the right one. She ran to the door and fumbled to unlock it before turning and throwing the keys back to one of the other girls.

“No!” The man rolled over on the floor and reached for the gun. Olivia grabbed his arm and twisted it back, trying to restrain him.

“Go! Go, go, go!” Olivia looked up for a brief moment to see what was happening on the other side of the room and in that instant, the man managed to get his hand around the gun. Olivia leapt forward and jerked his arm to the side just as he fired. The bullet exploded harmlessly into the wall, showering the floor with dust. Two of the girls were out of the room and a third was working on unlocking her ankle cuff.

Olivia reached forward with her bound hands and closed one hand around the gun, wrapping her fingers over his. She knew she would not be able to disarm him quickly with her hands still cuffed, so she wrenched his arm back, twisting it in the socket. She held it for a second and shot four bullets in rapid fire. He reached around with his other hand and wrestled her down. Olivia’s grasp on the gun was pulled loose and he whipped it around to fire just as Jessica disappeared out the door. The bullet clipped her calf and she stumbled momentarily but did not fall.

Olivia continued to struggle with him over the gun. Every time he tried to fire or move away from her, she countered him. One bullet pierced Isabella in the shoulder and she fell a foot away from the top of the stairs. But two pairs of hands reached in from around the corner and dragged her up the last few steps and out of view. Elizabeth was the last to get the keys. She looked at Olivia and paused as another bullet fired into the wall. Olivia glanced up when she sensed the pause. “What are you waiting for – get out! Lock the door behind you so he can’t come after you.” The gun went off again, this time into the ceiling above Elizabeth’s head. “Go!”

The man screamed as the final girl vanished around the door frame and the door started to swing shut. “I`ll kill her! Get back in here or I swear I`ll kill her!” The basement door closed. He twisted around and kicked Olivia in the face. She brought her arms up to shield herself and he leapt to his feet, gun in hand, and raced to the door. By the time he got there, it was locked. He had taken care to make the basement impenetrable and the door was heavily reinforced. There was no way he could push his way out.

~~~

In the SVU office, the phone rang. Elliot grabbed it, “Special Victims, Detective Stabler.”

“My name is Elizabeth Mayfield, I was kidnapped and held with Detective Benson. The suspect is armed and locked in the basement with Olivia. Of the six girls: five escaped, one is dead. Two are wounded; one in the leg and it doesn’t look that bad. Isabella got shot in the shoulder and it’s bleeding a lot. We’re trying to put pressure on it to stop the blood.”

“Alright, we have your location; police will be there in about 10 minutes. Get out of that house and –”

“Go out to the main road, I know. Olivia told us.” She hung up and Elliot turned to grab Fin.

“Let’s go.” He copied the address that was flashing on the phone screen onto a piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket.

Cragen picked up the phone and dialed dispatch, relaying the address for them to send local cops. He hung up just before Elliot and Fin walked out the door. “Town’s called Teaneck, about an hour outside the city, get there fast.”

~~~

The man stalked back toward Olivia. She had gotten to her feet and was braced, ready to fight. He pointed the gun at her. “I should kill you, you fucking whore. You ruined everything.”

Olivia did not move. “So take the shot. Doesn’t change the fact that you lost. The girls are gone; the police are on their way. Your only way out of here is in a box or in cuffs.”

“Fuck you, bitch.” He dropped the gun, out of Olivia’s reach even if she stretched her chain out to its limit. “You’re nothing. You’re fucking nothing!”

He ran at her, pushing her backward into the wall. The blow winded her, but she kicked at him, aiming right between the legs. He blocked, twisting his hips to the side and catching her blow with his thigh. He pressed his left forearm against her neck and applied pressure, pushing back and up. Olivia gasped for air as she rose on her tiptoes to try to alleviate the pressure. Her bound hands reached up to try to pull his arm away.
His right hand snaked up and grabbed the handcuff links in between her wrists. He jerked down on her hands and released her throat at the same instant, flinging her down onto her knees at his feet. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed, shoving her face toward the ground. He still held control of her hands as he bore down until Olivia was holding herself up on her elbows and knees, her face almost touching the floor. He crouched behind her and looped one arm around her neck, pulling her back up to her knees with her back pressed against him. He ground his erection against her and growled in her ear. “The others might have gotten away, but you’re still mine. You hear me? You’re mine!”

Olivia’s hands reached up to pull him away from her neck, but he batted them down. His left arm remained locked in place against her throat as his right grabbed the neckline of her shirt and ripped downward. He looked straight at one of the hidden cameras and smiled, knowing that her partner and coworkers must be watching. That thought gave him added vigor and he trapped her arms against her stomach with his right hand. He leaned his head down and bit her on the side of the neck, then licked upward to her jawline. “Beg me. Beg me to stop. Let me hear you.”

“No!” Olivia flung her head back and connected solidly with his nose. He released her and she scrambled to get away. It only took a few seconds for her to reach the end of her chain. She pulled against it as he stood and moved toward her. The chain was stretched to its limit, restricting Olivia to moving only in a small arc around him. He caught her, one hand grabbing her around the shoulders and pressing her against him with her arms pinned between their chests. His other hand grabbed her hair and twisted her head to face him.

“Come on, honey – don’t like to play? You should know the rules… you beg, I take, you scream… gotta follow the rules.”

“Go to hell.”

She kicked and struggled as he hauled her over to the thin pallet. He threw her onto it and dropped on top of her, straddling her waist. With his left hand, he seized her handcuffs and forced her arms up above her head. His right hand swept the sides of her shirt way and bared her bra-clad breasts. He grinned and lowered himself down on top of her, his mouth seeking hers. At the last moment, he decided better of trying to kiss her and settled for licking and biting her neck and sucking the tender skin over her collarbone.

His right hand groped beneath her, worming its way to undo her bra clasp. Then he pushed push the bra and the torn remnants of her shirt up over her head, wrapping them around her hands and arms as a further way to slow her resistance.

“I guess we’ll skip straight to the fun part then. ‘Cause you know what, detective? I`m still going to make you scream.” His mouth dipped to her right breast and he sucked on the nipple, teasing with his tongue and teeth. He bit her harshly and used his right hand to squeeze her left breast, digging into her flesh with cruel fingers. Then he moved his mouth to her left breast and planted a series of kisses around it before flicking the nipple with his tongue. Olivia choked back her yells, fighting not to give him that satisfaction.
He straightened slightly and moved his hand down to the buckle of her pants.

Olivia sobbed as she tried to shake him off. His balance was precarious with one hand stretched all the way forward to hold her arms up over her head. Olivia tried to rock to the side, throwing her weight underneath him to try to knock him off balance. His hand left her pants and moved to his own. He snapped the belt free of his pants and brought it up to her neck. His left hand brought her arms down so that they were bent at the elbows with the links of the handcuffs passing under her neck. He looped the belt around her throat twice, trapping the handcuff so that her hands were secured behind her head. He cinched the belt and leaned back to admire his handiwork. The belt encircled her neck like a collar.

He sat back on her upper thighs and unzipped her pants. Then he grabbed her by the hips and lifted himself off of her as he rolled her over onto her stomach. Olivia supported herself on her elbows, her fingers entwined behind her head. She could see nothing but the thin cloth of the sheets beneath her. She felt him drag her pants and underwear down over her hips and across her thighs. She tried to kick at him, but her legs were ensnared in her own clothing as he stripped her. Once she was completely naked, the man stood and stepped back, carefully standing out of range as he peeled off his shirt and then the ski mask.

Olivia rolled over and sat, bringing her knees up tight against her chest and crossing her ankles, trying to cover herself. For the first time, she saw her attacker’s face. He was young, only in his mid-twenties. Something about him looked vaguely familiar, but she could not identify it. He had high cheekbones and strong green eyes; his dusty blond hair was a few inches long and fell over his forehead to his eyebrows.

Olivia watched, temporarily frozen as he kicked of his shoes and socks and stripped of his pants and boxers. He started to walk toward her and Olivia scrambled on her knees, trying to move away from him. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled up until she was on her knees with her back to him. Her fingers clutched his wrist, trying to pry him off.

He knelt behind her, his knees on either sides of hers, holding her in place with his thighs. He kept one hand wrapped in her hair as the other stroked across the taut flesh of her stomach and up between her navel and the base of her ribcage. He rested his hand there, feeling the muscles twitch and flex as she drew in breath. He pressed his lips against the junction between her neck and jaw, right under her left ear. “I am James Archer – remember that name, because you’ll be screaming it soon.”

Olivia tried to pull away from him, but he held her close; his erection rubbed against her backside as she squirmed and he groaned softly at the sensation. He shoved her forward in a single motion. Olivia toppled over and tried to wriggle her way away from him. He seized her hips and lifted, bringing her ass up to just a few inches away from his protruding member. His legs were still outside hers, but they clamped down, squeezing her legs together so she could not free one to try to kick him. He looped one forearm underneath her hips and with his other hand he started to stroke her back, enjoying the feel of her trembles under his touch. He nudged forward with his hips, bumping against her entrance but not penetrating.

Olivia’s breath hitched and she jerked forward. “No!” she sobbed, “no, please… don’t.”

James smiled and slid his hand across her shoulder blades and down over her ribcage to one of her dangling breasts. He tweaked her nipple roughly between his fingers, rolling it while he spoke. “No? Is this not what you wanted, detective? Actually, this was not quite my plan either. You see –” His hand left her breast and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look backwards over her shoulder at him. “I want to see the look on your face.” He released her hips and she fell flat. He took her shoulders and twisted, flipping her around onto her back. She tried to jerk her legs free from between his, but he sat back on his ankles, resting partially on her knees with her thighs trapped between his knees. He ran his hands over her body, tracing his fingers over her stomach and hips.

He leaned forward and pinned her down with his weight. His breath was moist and tickled the side of her neck as Olivia turned her face away from him. “You ready for some fun now, detective?” Still holding her down with his body, he began to pry her legs apart and placed first one of his knees and then the other inside her own. His crotch was just above hers and she felt his hard length pulsing against her stomach. He placed his hands on either side of her head and braced himself up. “Look at me.” Olivia squeezed her eyes even tighter shut and turned her face away. “I said ‘look at me,’ bitch!” He held his weight on one hand and the other closed around her throat. Olivia’s eyes flew open. In the instant that their eyes met, James drove into her with a single thrust.

For the first time, Olivia screamed. There were no words, no pleas for him to stop, just an unending, ear-splitting, primal shriek. She felt like something was tearing inside her as he ripped through her dry entrance. He did not pause to give her time to adjust to intrusion, but withdrew almost completely and thrust in again. Olivia’s scream did not stop, but vacillated between screaming, sobbing, and gasping for air as he pounded into her over and over. She bucked against him, trying everything she could think of to get him off of her – to get him out of her. But he was immovable.

It took only a few minutes for him to come. Olivia moaned and turned her face away in shame as she felt the warm fluid hit the raw and brutalized skin inside her. James withdrew and sat back, watching as Olivia curled in around herself. She lay on her side and tucked her knees up into the fetal position as her chest heaved. The sobbing gave way to weeping and tears poured down her face as she shuddered to catch her breath. She could still feel the sickening liquid flow, trickling out and pooling on the pallet beneath her.