Olivia Part 1 ---

Olivia had no idea where she was. Last thing she remembered was passing out having some drinks with friends. She awoke to find herself strung up by her wrists in some dark basement. When someone finally came to her, she recognized the dirty blonde hair and boyish features as being Rick, someone her friend Lisa had brought along that night.

“Rick.. Rick? What the fuck is going on?” Olivia asked, having trouble masking the rising panic in her voice.

Rick simply smirked at her, and then disappeared into the basement’s storage closet.

“Rick… please, whatever it is you are doing, just stop. Please let me go.”

No reply. Olivia basically assumed she was going to be raped at this point. When he emerged with knife in his hand, she became more frightened. “Rick… no. No. Whatever you are doing, you don’t have to do this!”

He approached, waving the knife around and chuckling at her. She had to remain strong. She would find a way to talk him down from whatever he was thinking.

“Rick.. what are you going to do with that?” she asked, almost not wanting to know. She noticed she was starting to tremble. He looked her straight in the eyes and without saying a word, moved the knife near her stomach and drew a line in the air down the center, winking and making a clicking noise when he reached her shorts.

It took her a moment to register. Then suddenly her eyes grew wide.

“Oh. Oh no. Oh Rick no you don’t have to do this! We can have sex or whatever it is you want!” she said, her voice growing more intense and tears starting to swell in her eyes. When she was in the Marines, she had seen how horrible abdominal injuries could be. Not this. Anything but this.

Rick simply shrugged and then put his arm around her back, bringing the knife closer until it pricked her sternum, sending a single tiny drop of blood running down her abdomen.

He held it there for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly the fear and anticipation became too much. She began to weep and beg. “Please Rick, please don’t, I’ll do anything! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” she started to shriek.

He finally replied. “There’s only one thing I want with you.” as he pressed the blade in a few millimeters more. Another drop of blood dripped out. She let out a pathetic moan. She was so frightened.

Olivia knew at this point she was going to suffer and die here and there was nothing she could do. But she was a soldier. She could be brave. She had to be brave. She steeled herself despite her tears and her shaking, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her screaming in agony. That would be her last stand, her last shred of dignity.

"Please... just make it quick." she managed to eek out.

"No."

Fuck. She was screaming in her head in terrible anticipation and clenched her eyes shut. She didn't want to watch.

"Just do it then you fucking asshole! JUST GET IT OVER WITH!" she shouted, her voice shaking in terror.

He held the knife in place for another long moment, relishing her panic and anticipation, and then finally began his terrible work.