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Olivia ran with everything she had. Rain was coming down with a blinding force. She had no idea where she was going but she knew she had to get away. Her tank top and shorts were saturated. Her lungs were burning, legs shaking but she had to keep going. She could hear the slapping of his feet behind her in the flooded grass. He was yelling her name but the downpour made it sound like a whisper.
Before she could react he was on her, the two of them falling and hitting the ground with a painful splat. They slid across the ground fighting for control. She wasn’t going to let him drag her into that fucking house again. He was on her, trying to get her pinned to the ground. She knew that if he was able to get her restrained he would have her. She fought as aggressively as she could. She was on her back with him raised up over her. She was able to get her right arm free and slugged him across the jaw. She didn’t know if it was the hit itself or the shock of her landing the punch but he was knocked sideways off her and she scrambled.
He was on her again quickly. She was almost to her feet when a hand grabbed her ankle and yanked. Her left knee hit the earth hard and she caught herself on her forearms. She felt his hand move up her leg, fingers digging deep into her calf. Kicking back she caught something sensitive enough that he released her again. He was barking swears at her as she attempted to take off again. This time he barreled into her and took her down. Painfully, she landed. He had taken her down at the knees and she was face down in the mud. She dug her fingers into the mud trying to pull herself forward. His fingers grabbed the waist of her shorts and yanked her backwards violently. She felt his heavy body pin hers into the sludge. The button of her jean shorts gave way and with the next yank they were down around her knees.
He raised up to his knees, pinning her between his legs. She struggled against him as he fought to catch her arms. The rain and the muck making it harder to get a grip. But it didn’t matter. He had her wrists and the cold metal of cuffs met her flesh. She cried out in frustration. The noise of the storm swallowing it. Standing he placed a foot on her back to keep her in place while he caught his breath. Next thing she knew his hands were on her and she was being lifted. She spent only a few seconds on her feet before she found herself over his shoulder. Shorts still around her knees, he wrapped an arm across the back of her legs holding her in place.
Uncharistically, he slapped a hand against her wet ass and she started yelling at him.
He couldn’t really hear her anyway, not enough to make out what she was saying. He felt just pissing her off after everything she just put him through.
As soon as they were back inside the farm house he tossed her down on the kitchen table. He grabbed a kitchen towel and came over to her, wiping her face down and then his own. “I told you to stay in the house, Liv. I don’t understand what you thought you were doing. There is no where to go. This is the only place that you are safe, that we are safe.” He said, staring at her, anger in his eyes. Frustrated, she turned her head away from him and tried to sit herself up to get off the table. He came closer to her and grabbed her jaw.
“Liv, do you understand what I just said?” his voice low and deep. She didn’t respond to him. His face contorted into pure anger. He tightened his grip on her jaw and shoved her back down against the table. “I asked you a question.” he hissed at her. His eyes boring into hers.
“Fuck you Elliot. I heard you. Now get the fuck off me and take these damn cuffs off.” Her voice matching his. He was acting the same as the night he basically kidnapped her almost two months ago. Well, shorta kidnapped. WITSEC helped.
He had been under things went bad. He went too deep. After Jenna he had disappeared and apparently had been pulled under deep cover. Drinking too much. Got into drugs. He hadn't told her much about about it but it had changed him. He had quit the drugs but the drinking..that was still an issue.
He starred at her with rage in his eyes. Not really at her, well a little at her but mainly because of the situation they were in. Mad at himself for getting them into this issue in the first place. This had been her first attempt at escape. They had a huge fight and she had enough. He wound’t talk to her about anything, wouldn’t tell her what had happened to get them to his place. What had happened while he was undercover, who he was investigating. How they found out about her and why her and not his wife and kids. Oh, sorry ex-whife. That much he had told her.