Ch. 3- Captor

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Ch. 3- Captor

Olivia wakes up with an earth-shattering headache. She moans and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to alleviate the pounding in her head. She tries to move her hands, but they are still cuffed behind her. Slowly, she opens her eyes. She whimpers, everything, especially her head aches. She huffs as she lifts her head from her chest. Tilting her head back, she can see a light bulb hanging above her. Her nose sniffs in the musty air, she gags. Olivia tries to move her legs, but she soon realizes they're tied by nylon rope to chair legs. Her lips are, once again, sealed shut by duct tape. Her neck cracks as she turns it to look left. No window, no door. She turns it to her right. No window, no door. Figuring she doesn't want to fall over in the chair, she tilts her head back as far as she can. She eyes the top of a wooden brown door, still no window though. Her neck begins to hurt from its unnatural position; she brings it back facing forward. She sighs, wondering how long she blacked out for. Suddenly, she hears the doorknob unlock. The door, soon after, opens. Curious, yet slightly afraid, she tilts her head back. She sees a man smirk as he makes his way to face her. Her head follows his every movement. He stops in front of her and cocks his head to the right. She glares at him, and if looks could kill, he'd drop dead instantly.

"I didn't want to have to take you, but you just had to see her. I'm sorry," he smirks as he runs his cold knuckles down her cheek. She jerks her head away from his touch.

Her eyes yell, "Touch me again, and you'll regret it." He rips the duct tape from her mouth. She yelps like a dog that had its tail stepped on. Her lips tear in areas, leaving blood in its place. "Who are you?" She demands aggressively, losing her fear temporarily.

"Oh no, I want to know who you are."

"Olivia Benson, NYPD. My colleagues are looking for me. They'll find me," she threatens, "You better start praying that my partner doesn't meet your sorry face."

"That a threat?" He scoffs as he slaps her left cheek, harshly. Her head snaps to the right.

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