A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 7

Four and a half hours after the outing to the restaurant, we drove until we stopped nearly a mile away from the derby line, which was the border to cross Canada. Damien and I had been able to slip out of the restaurant undetected. The crowd of the Massachusetts' natives hadn't noticed that the missing "cop" was right there in front of them. My chance was lost thanks to me. I hadn't made a move, not even a glare to try and make eye contact with the people in the restaurant. No, I couldn't be blaming myself, I couldn't. It wasn't my fault. I had to stay alive, I had to keep myself well, I had to get myself out of this.  

"Alex, wake your ass up, we gotta hide the weapons if we're gonna get across the border." Damien said nudging Alex awake
"Jeez alright." Alex said waking up

At this point, Damien pulled over under a highway passage while Alex hopped out the SUV. Damien followed around back but stopped at the car door leading to the backseat. He opened the door, immediately seeing my wrists reddened and bloody from my struggle with my own handcuffs.

"You know what Alex, take care of our Olivia here, I'll deal with the stash and license plates." Damien mentioned towards Alex

Alex stepped from around the popped trunk of the car, going around to the side Damien and I were on. I continued to sit in the seat with the door open with my wrists bound. Alex approached me taking my wrists roughly in his hands with me releasing a moan of pain.

"Hurts doesn't it?" He taunted

I nodded having to obey this man. My eyes looked at Damien in the background. To me, right now, Damien was sort of a protector, he kept Alex from hurting me but Damien was just as bad. Damien walked away from my view. Alex released the cuffs off of my wrists.

"We'll clean this up." He smirked

He put his hands roughly on my rib cage practically pulling me out of the car. My feet crunched against the gravel. I was still in the black slacks and low v neck they had placed me in earlier.  Alex increased his grip on me as he asked for the first aid kit from Damien. After he was given the first aid kit, Alex and I walked a bit aways from the car.
I knew that Damien was hiding the weapons that Alex and him had brought with them. If they were hiding them, I knew that we had to be crossing the border. Alex and I stopped when we were out of sight from Damien. This concerned me to an extent. I was alone with this strange man again, the man that had "frisked" me in that cold basement. Now he was given another chance. "Out of sight, out of mind" I thought. His hand came down to my waistline where the belt kept my slacks on. He shoved me to the wall.

"Just stay there." He said as he unzipped the first aid kit

I couldn't seem to release any words. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, I wasn't supposed to be afraid. Olivia Benson was the strong heart of SVU. If she got through the tough times, she could get through this. At least what I thought.

"Give me your wrists." Alex demanded as I put my wrists out for him to examine

"Don't worry, the good times are yet to come. Just wait, you'll enjoy it when we have more time on our hands. Then you'll be off on your own." Alex whispered in my ear getting closer to me

He wiped my bloodied wrists with antiseptic and cleaned up my wrists and I was forced to listen to things he planned to do to me and the future plans for what they had for me. I stared blank ahead, trying to block it all out but I couldn't. Being brought out of my trance from the forcible push into his body, I remained silent as he had his arm around my rib cage going up and down my back. He nipped my ear slightly, as well as my neck. The shuddering feel from my body gave word to him that it was time to go. He had intimidated me enough already.

"Alex! You done yet?" Damien called from afar
"Yeah we just finished up. Let's go." Alex responded

We made our way back to the SUV. I wasn't put back in handcuffs but only to be handed a fake US passport with an updated picture of myself in my new transformation. The passport looked completely real, no way anybody could tell this was fake. These men that had kidnapped me were clearly experienced in this.

"Keep this in hand, you'll need when the border officer asks for it."

I held the passport while Alex and Damien starting transforming themselves with different facial features to disguise themselves . Damien and A,ex had switched sears, having Alex drive and Damien in the passenger seat, as I was in the back seat. The detective missing from the NYPD had gone viral up and down the East Coast. So far, it was only that, but soon it would go national. But that would take months and months, until a year afterwards they'd find me. Right now, it was only three or four days into the investigation, I had a long ways ahead of me.

"Are you United States citizens?" The border correction officer asked noticing the two men in the car as we pulled up along the Derby line
Alex rolled down the back windows as well as the front windows. Two officers surrounded us with huge rifles. One of the right side of the SUV, and one on the left.

"Yes sir." Alex responded
"Passports please." The officer asked on the other side of the SUV facing Damien
"Here you go." Damien said faking the best American accent I heard. I knew he had a deep accent but this fake American accent covered his identity pretty well

The officer looked at us all comparing us to the passports nodding as he gave them back to us.

"Mind if we search the car?" The other officer asked
"Not at all." Alex replied

They searched the trunk, clearing us past the border now into Canada. The officers hadn't recognized me at all. No chance to escape. It wasn't a goal anymore. More of a dream. For another three and a half hours, we made our way to Quebec City, now entering the international flight terminal into the Jean Lesage International airport.

My fears got worse. Within the next twenty minutes, we were already on the runway towards a private plane. Clearly this set up for us was no where near legal. We got on the big flight anyways with no complications. Damien handed my ticket to me.

"Our seats are first class, now act like your worth first class." Damien whispered

Agreeing, I found the seat that was familiar being squished between the window seat and Damien with Alex behind us.

"You know the drill." Damien whispered as he sat down next to me

I knew that he was armed, he was sneaky at everything, he had no problem sneaking the weapons across the border, but onto a plane, it was easy for him. The plane doors closed entrapping me with another 150 people to keep my silence upon. They wouldn't know there was a woman on this place that was being forced by gunpoint to travel with them and who knows what would come next.

"Welcome to Ryanair airlines. We will be leaving shortly, as our plane is making its way on the runway. We all hope you enjoy your flight to the city of Zagreb, Croatia. The flight is approximately eight hours and thirty-eight minutes. Once again, thank you for choosing Ryanair."

My mind was racing, I couldn't believe where I was headed. They weren't just planning on kidnapping me, I knew they had big plans, and they were taking me out of the country to Croatia.

After ten minutes in the air, I knew it was no longer possible to be found. I was airborne in the middle of a Canada, possibly the Atlantic now. My squad didn't have a clue where I was. A flight attendant started asking around if anybody wanted beverages. She finally reached our row when Damien put his hand on top of mine. I was sickened by his motion.

"What would you like?" She asked
"My wife would like a cold beer." He responded
"Thanks." he responded seconds later as she handed him the beers
I continued to stare out the window. He nudged me on the arm as I had ignored the words he tried speaking to me with.
"Come on Olivia, this isn't even the best part yet." He said squeezing my hand

I jerked my hand away from his still staring out the window. I turned my head towards him staring him cold in the eyes.

"Nobody wants this. As sure as hell I don't." I whispered