Chapter one. This is my first fanfic! I hope everyone likes it! Please leave reviews and any advice. I apologize in advance for any errors with with publishing new chapters and etc. as I am new to the website. Thanks! I don't own any of the characters they're all Dick Wolf's!

Amanda stood in the cold city air as she waited for her old Ford pickup to finish filling up. The pump beeped and she quickly pulled the nozzle out of her truck. The next thing she knew was an elbow in her stomach and her body hitting the cold pavement. She struggled to lift herself on all fours and catch her breath. She felt her stomach sink when she saw who was attacking her. She heard the man talk but it sounded like another language. Another man grabbed her under her arms and yanked her to her feet. Just when she has gathered herself she felt another cruel blow to her stomach. She whimpered loudly as she fell to the ground. A man roughly grabbed her by the chin. "You're in debt to the wrong guy sweetheart. I hope you're not dumb enough to talk to your captain." She heard the man say.

"If you do, you won't see us coming. You'll just be gone. Understand?" Another man said. Amanda tried with everything she had in her to nod but she just couldn't find the strength. The man stared at her blankly. "Alright, you're coming with us." He sighed.

"W-w-where?" She trembled. The man didn't reply. He just pulled her up and dragged her to his car. She managed to catch a quick glance before she was shoved face down in the trunk. It was a small gold GMC. She felt the car shake as he started the engine and sped off. There were so many things running through her head she didn't even notice the steady stream of tears running down her bright red cheeks or how much pain she was in. All that was clear was that she had to do something quick. She pushed up on the hood of the trunk with everything she had but nothing happened. She tried screaming, but no one heard her. She was helpless.

After what felt like hours she felt the car come to an abrupt stop. She heard footsteps and the trunk flew open. "Get up." The man commanded.

Amanda slowly got out of the trunk and was thrown to the ground by a punch in the stomach. She fell in the snow and started to cry even harder when she realized what was about to happen. She screamed as the man began to unzip her coat. The cold air hit her like a stack of bricks. All she could see was a dark empty road surrounded by snow covered trees and lined by a snow bank. The man was now wearing a ski mask and the other man was nowhere in sight. She whimpered a little as the man undid her jeans and ripped off her sweater. He managed to get her underwear off and began raping her. The feeling of him on top of her was disgusting but there was nothing she could do. No one could hear her screams and she had lost feeling in most of her body from the cold so she couldn't fight him off.

She was on the verge of losing consciousness when he had finished. He pulled out a knife and pressed it in her stomach. She screamed out in pain.

"Shut up bitch!" He commanded. He stood up and kicked her in the ribs, hard. Amanda thought she felt some of them snap. He beat her for what felt like a lifetime. When he finally got in his car and sped off Amanda was barley clinging to life. She was conscious but could not move and hardly could breath. She knew that the chances of her surviving were slim. No one would know she was here. She didn't have enough of a reputation at the precinct for any of the detectives to have reason to believe something was wrong when she didn't show up for work. All she could do was lay there in the snow and bleed.