When Justice Fails

Chapter six

A/N: hey guys! Sorry for the wait! Here's chapter 6! I appreciate all of the comments telling me to update, hah. (: it makes me feel loved. Okay enough, here it is! Be prepared. Much love, xx

I woke up to Cragen calling me. I looked at the time before answering.

5:30 am

"Hello, detective stabler."

"Morning Elliot."

"Hey cap, what's up I was just getting up." I said sitting up in bed, realising I needed to start getting ready.

"I'm sure. But I'm a little worried Elliot."

"About?" I asked, getting out of bed, walking to the bathroom.

"Olivia, she called me not to long ago. Claimed she woke up sick.."

"Okay? What's wrong with that?" I asked, while putting on pants.

"She didn't sound sick. She sounded distressed. I could hardly understand what she was saying." He said, I began to feel my stomach knot up.

"you want me to run by her place on the way to work? I do it anyways." I replied.

"Could you? I just want to know that she is really sick, and not something else."

"Okay, no problem. I'm leaving right now." I said putting my shirt on, while finding my shoes.

"Be careful out there stabler." He said and hung up.

I finished getting ready in a flash. I was starting to get worried about Liv. All I could think about was Bostwick, I grabbed my keys and ran out if my apartment. I didn't want to tell Cragen that, because if what I felt was wrong, it would put more worry on him. And that's not what he needed. That's not what anybody needed right now, the whole squad is on edge. This has almost happened once, it can't happen again.

I decided to call her before I left the parking lot of my apartment.

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He had been in my bedroom for 30 minutes, Doing god knows what. My arm was still throbbing, and so was my head. He had wrapped tape around my mouth because I wouldn't stop screaming. I had a new forming black eye, and a gash oozing blood from my forehead. I could also start tasting the blood that happened to be running from my nose from where he hit me a couple more times for trying to yell.

He came back from my room, staring at me, grinning ear to ear. I've never noticed how muscular and built he was, which explained why it was so easy for him to overpower me. I could feel his eyes wander all over my body, I felt so sick, thinking about what he was planning. He tucked the gun In front of his waistband and covered it with his shirt. He grabbed a knife out of his pocket, also pulling out something from behind his back.

A wire hanger.

He was walking over to me flicking his wrist; exposing the blade. He grabbed my tank top, cutting what little fabric I had covering my chest, besides my bra, off. I winced at the feeling of a cold blade running down my skin. I felt it cut me a bit on the way down. He stepped back admiring what was being shown. I felt tears slide down my face.

This couldn't be happening.

This couldn't be happening.

This couldn't be happening.

From the angle I was sitting, I could see he was excited. I couldn't help but to be scared, I had always heard people's stories but being put in the real situation is a whole different nightmare. I tried telling myself everything I had been telling previous victims, but it meant nothing at this moment. I couldn't bring myself to believe it. He caught me staring at him, I quickly looked away, hoping he would ignore the fact I was staring.

"Oh don't worry babe. That will come soon. Very soon." He said rubbing himself.

I swallowed hard, thinking about how dry my mouth was, as a new fear flooded over me. I kept hoping I would soon awake from this nightmare. I looked over instantly as my ringtone broke the silence, bostwick flicked his head towards the coffee table. He walked over and picked up the phone. He looked at me and said

"Ohhh, look who it is! Detective Stabler!" He said picking up the phone, looking at it. While waving around the wire hanger.

My stomach dropped, knowing he was going to have me say the same thing that he had me tell Cragen.

He walked over to me. He ripped the tape off my mouth and held the phone up to my mouth.

"Hey, Elliot," I said in a raspy voice.

Please help me, Elliot. Please come to kill this son of a bitch.

"Are you alright? Cragen told me you were sick."

Bostwick looked at me and told me the words he wanted me to say while pushing the barrel of my gun deeper into my temple.

"I'm sick. I'm not coming today. I don't want company. I've.." I starting crying. I couldn't stop it.

"I've been needing time away from you. Don't come by." And he hung up the phone. Knowing Elliot, he would come by anyways.

"Just to forwarn you," he said backhanding me with the end of my own gun, knocking me and the chair on the ground, as I landed on the arm he shot me in. I screamed in pain, seeing black all around. He kicked me in the stomach,

"Shut up shut up shut up!!!" He violently whispered, putting his hand over my mouth, until I stopped. He looked at me, with his head turned sideways

"Good. Now keep it that way or I'll find something else to keep your pretty little mouth occupied." And winked.

My stomach dropped. He could see the fear in my face. He kept talking.

"And Like I said, a fair warning." Snickering.

I was fighting against blacking out, I didn't know what he would do to me if I would. But I didn't want to give him a chance.

"Why are you here?" I asked, breathing hard.

"Why am I here? Oh let's see.." He started walking around me, circling me like some kind of prey. Smiling.

"I am here for you. Of course. Why else? I saw you getting emotional at the trial, You couldn't help but turn me on. I knew when I first laid eyes on you, that I wanted you. And I knew I would have you. Now here we are." He said, stopping behind me, rubbing my shoulders uncomfortably.

I closed my eyes, hoping I would open them and this would be a dream.

But this was happening.

Right here.

Right now.

And I am still in denial.

"Are you listening buttercup?" He said stepping in front of me, grabbing my face, making me look him in the eyes.

"I don't think you're ready for what I'm about to give you." Leaning in, whispering in my ear, kissing down my neck. I shook from him, but he continued to kiss my neck. I felt his hand go up my thigh, I cringed. Taking in a deep breath, trying to move away.

"Stop." I said forcefully.

"You don't make the rules here. I do." He said jerking my face towards him, planting his tuff lips upon mine. Squirming in my seat, taking all my strength to make it stop. But I knew it was useless. I started losing hope. Once he stopped exploring my mouth with his, his hand went to my breast squeezing it while continuing to kiss me, he leaned down.

"How about we take this in the bedroom." He said, before I could respond, he hit me with my gun again. Knocking me out cold.