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AN: Hi! Thanks for checking out this story. This is something new for me. I'm going to try and write more whump in this story than I have before. No promises to be super whump, because I am still learning. And it might be short on plot, but still working on that as well. It was an idea that wouldn't go away. Anyway, please enjoy!

This takes place early season 2.

It was dark. And uncomfortable. Oliver first became aware of a constant pain in his head, throbbing in time with his pulse, he was sure. His eyelids felt so heavy, despite having an undeniable urge to finally open them. He realized his arms were restrained behind him, as well as his legs. Feeling cold cement behind him, Oliver realized he was sitting against a wall. He struggled to remember what brought him here, but was unsuccessful. Until he heard a moan. A definitely feminine moan.

Felicity!

He opened his eyes, and semi-darkness met his inquiring gaze. The view swam in front of him as he attempted to clear his fuzzy brain. Attempting to focus, he was able to make out the petite form across from him.

"Felicity! Are you okay?"

Faint moaning met his question. Oliver watched as Felicity struggled to regain consciousness. He watched as her head attempted to roll in an upward position to meet his eyes. "Oliver? What happened?"

"I can't remember either." Oliver jumped at Diggle's voice coming from the other dark corner of the room.

"Dig, are you okay?"

"I think so. Bad ass headache though. Nothing else, I think."

"Felicity?"

"I think I'm okay too. So, we don't know what happened?"

Oliver shook his head in another attempt to clear his head, but was only met with a slight dizziness. He tested the restraints around his hands, noting no give whatsoever. Eyes roaming around the room, Oliver noted one small window high above, with bars on it, and a small pine wood door. Dirt floor. Cement walls. Yep, clichéd prison.

"I'm correct in remembering we currently have no open cases, right? Because I can't remember. Which is unusual because I remember everything, right?" Felicity asked as she began to wind herself up into one of her infamous babbles.

Oliver chose to interrupt her before she went too far. "No, you're correct. We have no open cases at the moment."

"But loads of old enemies with grudges, however," Diggle said with a grimace.

"You are correct, Mr. Diggle." A strange voice interrupted them. No distinguishable accent. Coming from a tall man shrouded in darkness in the doorway.

Oliver squinted, trying to recognize the man, but wasn't able to. Nothing appeared familiar. The man, whoever he was, apparently knew all about them, however. The fact Oliver was wearing the Arrow costume minus his mask made him even more uncomfortable.

"Who are you, and why are we here?" Oliver asked, even though he doubted he would get a straight answer.

The man laughed in answer, turned and nodded. Two other men walked into the room towards Diggle, unlocked Diggle from the chains and began to drag him out the door. Oliver couldn't help himself; he called out, "Wait! What are you doing? Where are you taking him?"

The man apparently in charge turned back towards Oliver, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Queen, you'll find out soon enough."

Oliver watched him leave then turned towards Felicity. Felicity looked back at him with wide eyes. "You don't know who that is, Oliver? And where they're taking Dig? And why?"

"I have no idea, Felicity. But I don't think we're going to like it."

"He seemed to imply he's an old enemy of ours."

"It appears so." Oliver was about to continue when they were interrupted by loud cries of pain. Oliver watched as Felicity jumped and gave a little shriek.

"Is that Diggle?"

Oliver was afraid the answer was yes. They never had discussed Diggle's experiences in the military much, but Diggle had never mentioned being tortured. Oliver was unhappy to now be the reason Diggle was now experiencing it. As the screams and cries of pain increased in both frequency and intensity, Oliver found himself getting more and more tense. He purposely tried not to think of what Felicity was thinking about as she was listening to the sounds of their friend being tortured.

Finally the sounds stopped. Oliver only hoped it was because the torture, whatever they were doing, had stopped and not because Diggle was now unconscious. Or worse.

The men returned, dragging a half-conscious Diggle, whom they threw on the floor. Unmanacled. They then turned towards Felicity.

As they walked towards her, Oliver attempted to stand up, forgetting his ankles were bound together. Instead of standing, he fell back to the floor. Looking up, Oliver watched as Felicity attempted to be brave but knew she was afraid and trying not to scream.

"Don't you dare take her! Take me instead, I beg you!"

The unknown head guy said from the doorway, "Mr. Queen, don't you worry. Your turn will be coming up next."

Felicity attempted to break free from her captors, dragging her feet unsuccessfully, as they left the room. Oliver attempted to break his bonds without any luck. He attempted to tamp down his anxiousness without avail as well.

Trying to distract himself, Oliver tried to observe and catalog Diggle's injuries. Their captors had removed Diggle's shirt. Diggle had welts across his chest and back, multiple bruises already darkening and what appeared to be open wounds from a long knife cut diagonally across his abdomen, slowly bleeding.

"Dig? Can you hear me?"

"Mmm, Oliver, don't feel so good," resulting in Oliver worrying about the possibility of broken ribs.

"Hang in there. We'll get out of this somehow," Oliver could only despair at the stupidity of making such an inane statement, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He was also desperately trying not to listen for the sounds he was dreading he was about to hear.

And he was correct. Again, screams could be heard coming down the hallway. Intermixed with cries of "Help me, Oliver!" It tore his heart. He wondered if they were forcing her to call out like that. He was positive Felicity wouldn't willingly say such things on her own. How truly diabolical. Yet another way to torment him.

It went on for what seemed forever, but Oliver was sure it was only fifteen minutes. He steeled himself as he heard footsteps approaching the door again. The two henchmen entered, cast him a particularly gloating look and brought Felicity back to her corner of the cell. They dumped her on the ground like a bag of potatoes.

Oliver quickly assessed her condition, breathing a sigh of relief to see her chest rising and falling in regular intervals. However, she appeared unconscious, with small amounts of blood flowing through her shirt from several long cuts crisscrossing her abdomen. Her shirt was torn in several places in the back from the whippings she had received but hid the severity of her injuries from his concerned eyes.

Oliver swallowed as the two men turned to him and unlocked his manacles. He was prepared to pretend to go willingly then burst into frenetic action. However, he wasn't prepared to receive from behind a burst of electricity from a Taser, and the world turned dark.

He woke shirtless with his arms suspended between two posts, his feet barely able to reach the ground. Looking up, his gaze was met by the steady one from the man supposedly in charge standing in front of him.

Oliver was now able to see him more clearly. The man was wearing jeans and a black, short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing well-developed biceps. His upper body gave Diggle a run for his money. He was wearing a balaclava, concealing his face and hair. Oliver still didn't recognize anything familiar about this man. If he were an old enemy, Oliver had no idea who it could be.

"Who are you?"

"You still don't recognize me, Oliver?" Oliver watched as the man slowly removed the balaclava. His mouth was slightly misshapen, his nose twisted from a bad break, and a huge scar ran down the right side of the man's face. But it was the eyes which caught Oliver's attention. Suddenly he recognized the man.

"Hendrick."

Indeed, standing in front of him was Hendrick Von Arnim. The man whom Sara turned over to Slade in exchange for Oliver when on the island.

"Surprised to see me? Thought I was dead? Or didn't you spare me a thought since you left me to the devices of that sick man Slade?"

Words failed Oliver. How could anyone blame him for not giving Hendrick or any of those other men a single thought? That last battle with Slade on the Amazo gave Oliver the impression they and Sara were the only people on the ship. He and Sara hadn't run into anyone when they were looking for the cure. No one else had surprised them except Slade. And then of course he had been taken away from the island by Waller. So he never had the opportunity to wonder about any other those men.

"I thought…we thought…all of you were dead."

"Again, you and that slut Sara only worried about the two of you. No, after I wasn't able to fix the engine, he left me for dead on the upper deck. The rest of the crew swam for the island."

"Is he the one who gave you…gave you that…"

"This scar? My new look? Yes, yes he was. In retaliation for not being able to fix the engine. That you broke."

"I didn't break it. Slade did."

"He told me all about it. Multiple times, as he took out his anger in torturing me. He damaged the engine when taking out his anger on you. After you caused the death of the woman he loved."

A sudden chill went through Oliver. He was suddenly very afraid for Felicity, for quite a different reason. He only prayed he was wrong. He also prayed he hadn't reacted to the statement. Hendrick's statement proved him wrong.

"I've seen how you look at her. The blonde in the next room. Felicity." Hendrick slowly walked towards Oliver, gripped Oliver's chin in his huge hand and forced Oliver's head up to meet his eyes. "And here I thought you'd still be with that slut."

"I'm not with Felicity."

"But you care about her. What happened? She smart enough to refuse you?"

"We're just business associates." Oliver said, meeting Hendrick's gaze with one of his own 'Arrow' looks. "And friends. Only. Just friends." Oliver prayed Hendrick believed him, but again he was proved wrong.

"We shall see about that." Oliver didn't like the way Hendrick smiled at him. "But first, we got some unfinished business to get to."

Hendrick turned and walked towards a duffel bag on the floor. He knelt down, zipped it open with a flourish and again looked at Oliver with a small smile.

"This is only the beginning, Queen. I will make you suffer so much more than Slade did."

AN: Yep, I'm leaving it there. Hope you found this interesting, for my first attempt. If you like, let me know. Hope to see you next time with chapter two, soon.