AN: Sorry for the super long wait and the cliffy. And I'm also sorry for how short this is going to be due to another cliffy… But on the bright side I intend on responding to your reviews. I use to do it all of the time, but then I got lazy… So enjoy!

He'd never felt more helpless. They were forcing him to watch. Watch as the last bits of strength were ripped away from his partner. And there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it from happening.

They'd stripped her down to her underwear and tied her down to the bed. Olivia fought them every step of the way and even managed to give Harris a bloody nose, but it was four against one and she just wasn't strong enough.

Elliot continued to try to free himself from the ropes which bound him to the chair. As he struggled, he could feel the ropes cutting into his skin. He didn't care; he just had to save her.

"Let's pick up where we left off," Harris stated, dropping his pants.

He tried to force his dick into her mouth. She thrashed and squirmed to get away from him. He grabbed her head, threading his fingers through her hair.

"I'm not putting that thing in my mouth," Olivia said through gritted teeth.

"Fine. I'll just put it elsewhere," Harris sneered.

"No!" Elliot shouted. "If I let you kill me, will you let her go?"

"Elliot, don't do this," Olivia begged.

"Stay out of this, Liv!"

"I'm not going to let them kill you!"

"I'm not going to let them rape you!"

"At least I'll still be alive."

"You don't know that. They could still kill you. Better me than you."

"How can you say that? You have five kids, Elliot. I have no one. Just shut up and let this happen."

Ray pulled out one of the guns they'd confiscated from the detectives earlier.

"Someone got a death wish?" he asked.

The room was silent.

"That's what I thought. Go ahead, Harris."

Harris moved to take off her panties and she let him. Olivia was tired of fighting and it wasn't working anyway.

"Fight him, Olivia!" Elliot called.

"I can't," she whispered.

Harris licked his way up her thigh. She closed her eyes trying to think about anything but this.

"I'm so going to enjoy this," he whispered in her ear.

"You're a sick bastard," she told him.

"I know."

Elliot watched in horror as Harris proceeded to rape his partner. He was even more worried by the fact that she just laid there and took it.

"You know, this is no fun with you just laying there," Harris told her.

"Pity."

"You think you're so tough," Gitano spat. "But you're just like the rest of them. You may be a cop who deals with this every day, but you can't handle this. We will break you."

"That's what you think," Olivia spat back.

Gitano slapped her.

"Come on, Gitano. Is that the best you got?" Harris taunted.

A terrified look crossed Olivia's face.

"Not even close," Gitano said, devilishly.

"Don't do this," Elliot begged.

"You don't even know what I had in mind."

"I know what you're capable of."

"Do you? Or do you just know what my brother's capable of? That's the thing, you don't."

Elliot tried yet again to get out of the ties that bound him. No luck. He watched as Gitano began to circle the mattress, pondering his next move.

"Just let her go," Elliot tried again.

"In exchange for what?" Ray asked.

"I already told you, my life."

"Elliot, please," Olivia begged. "It's not worth it."

"How can you say that?"

"How can you say what you're saying?"

"It's rather adorable, don't you think?" White interjected.

"What is?" Ray asked, confused.

"Both of them are so willing to sacrifice themselves to save the other. It's like they're in love or something. Just partners my ass!"

Gitano stopped his pacing. "We could have some fun with that."

"You can't rape the willing," White pointed out.

"Excuse me?" Olivia blurted.

"Don't worry darling, I wasn't referring to any of us. Suggesting that your partner rape you…now that wouldn't be rape at all."

"That doesn't mean we can't still have some fun," Gitano stated.

"What'd you have in mind?" Harris asked.

"I won't do anything to hurt her," Elliot stated. "You can't make me do that."

"But what will you do to save her?" Gitano asked, pulling out his infamous knife.

"I've already told you."

"And your partner has made it very clear that she doesn't want that to happen."

Elliot looked over at her. She was shivering and her eyes were closed. White was toying with her hair. He had to get her out of this mess.

"So what'll it be, Stabler?" Gitano pressed.

Elliot started to rock his chair, trying to get it to tip over. Maybe he could crawl to her and…

"Are you having a seizure?" Ray asked sarcastically, moving to steady the chair.

Gitano pressed the knife under Olivia's chin. Blood started to trickle out of the cut.

"Make a decision!" Gitano commanded.

"Fine, whatever. Just stop!" Elliot exclaimed.

"Good," Gitano smiled, giving him back his gun. "Kill her."

AN: I know, I know, you hate me. Stay tuned…. ;)