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"Please stop," Olivia cried as Lewis began pouring yet another bottle of whiskey down her throat. The hot liquid began spilling out of her mouth, which pissed him off even more.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH! I'M HERE FEEDING YOU ARE YOU'RE SPILLING ALL OF IT ON THE FLOOR!" he yelled before slapping her hard across the face, making her stir in the seat that she was chained to.

If it wasn't bad enough that he thought he was feeding her. She hadn't had something to eat in two days. And all she had to drink was whiskey and a few sips of water every six hours, while the chains around her waist and wrists were digging themselves into her skin.

"Just kill me," she gave up. She was tired of being tortured and she knew that it was going to happen eventually. He wasn't stupid enough to kidnap a detective and keep her alive. He had already beaten the crap out of her and she couldn't understand why he would continue to torture her.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked in a creepy voice. "That wouldn't be any fun now would it?"

"Fuck…you," she mumbled without a second thought.

"Don't be mad, Olivia. I've got you a little playmate to talk to. One second…" he finished as he started walking away and going back up the stairs.

"What?" Olivia mumbled through squinted eyes while she kept her gaze focused on him.

Just a couple of minutes later, Lewis came down the stairs with a girl with long brown hair over his shoulders. Her hands were bound with Olivia's handcuffs and she wasn't moving. That was when Olivia realized that he must have drugged her too since she was unconscious.

He walked all the way back down the stairs and threw her on the cot that was just a few feet away from her. Lewis leaned down on top of her and moved her hair out of her face so that it wasn't blocking it anymore. That was when the detective realized she couldn't be any older than sixteen

"Lewis, no," she said sternly before looking at him in disgust. "Let her go! ...She's just a kid," Olivia pleaded.

Lewis laughed before answering, "Not after what I'm about to do."

He smiled as he unzipped his jeans.

TBC…

An: I won't get graphic. This is rated T for minor cursing.