Continuation of Day 2 Part 2
Word:"Bold"
Felicity barely heard any of what Oliver said. She had her comm, and it wasn't muted, but it had been dislodged when a shadowy guy had jumped out from behind a car and grabbed her. She had only started yelling when the comm fell out and shattered into a million pieces. She knew that Digg and Oliver would come for her, but it would take a little time. So she tried to stall.
As soon as the guy got his arms around her-obviously with the intent to pull her into a waiting car, she started kicking. She couldn't do much damage, but at least once he stumbled after a hard kick to the knee. He hadn't loosened his grip so she had to move onto her next idea; she bit his hand, and without letting go, whipped her head up and back so it smashed into his nose.
"You bitch." It sounded like she may have broken his nose- but she wasn't going to stop and check. It was almost pointless though. She had only gone about ten feet when she was tackled to the ground. He held her again (differently of course) and pulled her close.
"That was a bold move, but there is no way you'll get away. None of the other girls have." He chuckled. Felicity wanted to say her piece to his face, but he wouldn't let her turn.
"Maybe they haven't gotten away, but I know people. I will not be the next one to end up in a dumpster."
"Such a tough front you put up and such optimism for rescue." She could feel him running a hand up the outside of her thigh; she couldn't help the shiver that rolled through her body. "Maybe you will finally be a challenge…all the other girls have broken so easily." It was then that she felt a tiny poke on the small of her back. It took only moments to figure out that he had a knife. "Now. Get in the damn car." Felicity could have tried to stall a little more, but she wouldn't allow him to move on and pick someone else or just let him get away. She could die, but at least her death would save the lives of other girls. So she went.