I Need Saving [A Bensler FanFic- Editing]

Chapter 8: Surrender Benson [Edited]

"Such a slut!" Ike laughed, as he removed himself slowly from my body. No matter how hard I tried, my body reacted to what he did to me. I felt like such a whore, especially since I didn't want my body to react to my kidnapper as my body reacts to my husband.

"Please," I whimpered, as his hand ran across my bruised body.

"You claim to not enjoy it, but look what you just did!" Ike laughed.

"I don't like it!" I cried. Ike's face grew red with anger as he wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed tightly.

"Admit it, Olivia! You love what I can do to you!" Ike yelled, his fingers digging deeper into the skin of my neck.

I fought his grip, my broken nails clawing at his hands, but he wouldn't loosen his grip.

"Gonna say it?!" He yelled, his rancid breath hot on my face.

"I-i love it," I coughed out, his hands moving from my neck as a sick smile grew on his lips.

"Good girl. Spread 'em."

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Ike used every inch of my body for his own pleasure. Most of the time he kept my service weapon placed to the back of my head so I wouldn't fight back. I cried as he used me because I was too weak and useless to stop him. I was accepting my fate, knowing that I'd never leave this house. My son and daughter were going to forget me, but it wouldn't matter. I'd be murdered in this house, and no one would ever locate my body.

"I'm going to reward you," Ike breathed into my ear, as he slowly removed himself from my body.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice hoarse and weak.

"Are you hungry?"

"Please, Ike. I'm starving," I sniffled. He flipped me over and gave me a smile that made my skin crawl.

"I think you need to work for it," He replied.

"Ple-" I started, but my words were muffled as his hand was placed over my mouth.

"You won't be spoiled, Olivia. When you want something, you gotta work for it. I had to work so hard to get you, and now I have you. So work hard, and then I'll give you food," He replied.

I was rewarded a half-eaten yogurt and two saltine crackers. It wouldn't keep me alive for long, especially since my life was slowly fading away. I was getting weaker by the day, and I felt incredibly numb by this point.

"Darling, I think it's time we go out together," Ike spoke.

"Really?" I choked out, my throat dry.

"Yeah, baby. Let's get you to the bedroom and get ready," He laughed, before grabbing my arm and dragging me to the bedroom.

He forced me into a shirt with long sleeves to cover my bruises before pushing me into the bathroom. He shoved me to the ground in front of the tub before pressing his hand to the back of my neck.

"Lean over the tub," he ordered.

"W-why?" I asked quietly.

"We need to make sure no one recognizes you. For the past two weeks, you've been all over the news. People are looking for you, and I don't want to ruin what we have by allowing you to be found," He replied, applying more pressure to my neck.

He took scissors and cut off my brown hair, as hot, silent tears slipped down my cheeks. Then he poured peroxide onto my hair, changing it from a dark brown to a yellowish blonde. Once he finished, he sang quietly and brushed my hair. He pushed it back into a hair tie before pulling me to my feet and forcing me towards the front door.

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Ike threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed tightly so I wouldn't run away. He led me through a store and picked up a few things, his hand never leaving mine.

"Can I use the restroom?" I asked. 

"Sure, c'mon," Ike replied.

He led me to the nearest bathroom, his hand pushing opening the door, and moving inside with me. 

"This is the ladies' room!" A woman yelled when she saw Ike. He grew flustered and shoved me away from him. He stumbled from the room as the door slammed shut.

I glanced around the room as the lady washed her hands. She turned to look at me, concern covering her face.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" The lady asked.

"N-no... I need you to call the police," I whispered, as I quickly grabbed her arm.

"Why?" she questioned, her face covered in fear. I dragged her towards the far wall so Ike wouldn't be able to hear what I was saying.

"My name is Olivia Benson," I whispered.

"Y-you're the woman that was kidnapped?" She whispered back, and I nodded quickly.

"Yes, I am. The man that came in here is my kidnapper. I need help, please," I begged.

"O-of course! Wait here and I'll make the call," she replied, before she quickly left the bathroom and I ran to a stall to hide. I stood on the seat and squatted low so Ike wouldn't see me above the door. 

"Olivia!" Ike screamed as he kicked in the bathroom door. I held my breath as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I heard him cock his gun before he started to kick in the unoccupied stall doors. As he got to my door, I could hear sirens in the distance and prayed that they'd get here before he took me away. He kicked the door off the hinges and gave me an angry smile.

"You made a huge mistake, Olivia," He growled.

"Please!" I sobbed. He quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me from the stall, the gun pressed against my temple.

"The only way we are leaving this place is in a body bag!" He yelled.

"My son and daughter need me!" I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

"Shut up!" He yelled.

Ike tugged me from the bathroom as people stared at us with fear-filled eyes.

"Stay where you are and don't follow! If you do, I'll put a bullet through her pretty little head," Ike yelled, before leading me from the store and shoving me into his car. As he peeled from the parking lot, a police cruiser followed us closely.

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Before I knew it, we were on a high-speed chase. I was crying loudly, a scream echoing through the car as Ike shot me in my lower abdomen. 

"Be quiet, you stupid whore!" Ike screamed. 

"Please slow down!" I cried, but that just made him angry. He shot again, this time a bullet entered my shoulder. I felt as he swerved out of the way of a semi, but it all happened too fast. The car rolled into a ditch, and as the windows broke, the world went black.