Shut down

2. ⚠️Fear⚠️

*TW Read with caution*

Still frozen in place, Olivia's body felt like it no longer belonged to her. She was stiffened, her feet rooted to the ground, unable to escape. The pressure of the cold gun against the back of her head was a constant reminder that any wrong move could be fatal. As he began to move his hand over her, the bile rose in her throat, and she fought to keep control. His hand hovered over her stomach, tracing slow, deliberate circles. Olivia's breath caught, and her vision blurred with the weight of fear and disgust.

For so many years, she had trained herself to stay calm, to fight back, to never let anyone have this kind of power over her. She had faced horrors before. She had survived. But now, standing here in this dark, forgotten place, it felt like her world was closing in.

All of her strength was slipping away.

When his hand slipped beneath her blouse, grazing the lace of her bra, she flinched, her body betraying her, responding with involuntary shudders. His voice, cruel and low, cut through the silence, "Shh, shh, shh... none of that now, sweetie. This time, I'm in control. Understood?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat was too tight, her mind spiraling as a tear welled up in her eye.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, his voice suddenly sharp. "Turn around."

Olivia heard the command but couldn't bring herself to move. Her legs felt paralyzed, her body locked in place as if it were no longer her own.

"I said, turn around!" His voice grew louder, more impatient.

Her body refused to respond. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she bit down hard, trying to hold them back, trying not to break.

He stepped in front of her, his face close to hers now, his eyes glinting with cold malice. The gun was still raised, but now it was pointed directly at her chest. "Before we get to the fun part, I've got some rules. You're going to do exactly what I say, or your little boy pays the price. Noah... that's his name, isn't it? You got me?"

Olivia's heart nearly stopped. The mention of Noah hit her like a blow to the chest. She still couldn't speak, couldn't meet his gaze, so she stared at the ground, desperately trying to think of something, anything that could get her out of this.

"Do you understand me?!" His patience snapped, the menace clear in his voice.

Finally, she looked up, her vision blurred by tears.

"I'm not going to repeat myself continuously." He said.

She slowly nodded, just enough for him to see.

"Good girl. Now take off your blouse."

Her eyes widened in horror, but there was no escape. He was still pointing the gun at her, his hand steady, his finger grazing the trigger. She felt trapped, her mind racing to find a way out, but the threat to Noah hung over her like a shadow, immobilizing her.

"Now!" he barked, louder this time.

No response.

"You think I'm kidding, huh? Don't think I won't pull the trigger. I'll do you cold." He quietly said.

"One move, lights out. I'll do you cold."

Suddenly, she was back in the car with Lewis. Still feeling the pure alcohol burning in her throat. His terrorizing eyes staring into hers. She quickly blocked out the memory and was back in the shed with Harris.

"You deaf? Take it off!"

She shook her head as more tears came up.

"ouhw, are we gonna cry? No need to, honey. It's gonna be fun. I promise." He said stroking her now shaking hand.