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I'm sorry for not updating yesterday, but I've made up for it by writing a long chapter!

Please let me know if you want Oliver to find Felicity soon, or you want her kidnapping to be drawn out into many more chapters. I will gladly take any suggestions you have! I'll also be making the chapters longer, due to some requests :)

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Oliver sat in the lair, racking his brain for any possible suspects. Sure, dozens of people would want revenge on the hood, but to the kidnappers he wasn't the hood. He was Oliver Queen. I mean, he just got back from 5 years of being isolated on an island. He didn't think he would do anything so bad that they would kidnap his friend. The hood however, is a different story.

He had crossed 35 names off the list so far. He killed 28 of them. The 7 people he didn't kill would be too terrified to try and do something like this, so that leaves them out. If the kidnappers knew that Oliver was the hood then that would give him 28 suspects, at least. Someone could want revenge on him for killing their loved one.

"Hey Diggle." Oliver said. Oliver and Diggle had been sitting in the lair for hours trying to get some idea of who could have done this. The clock read 3:24.

"Yeah?" Diggle replied.

"28."

Diggle looked confused. "What?" He asked.

"I've killed 28 people since I've been back. So we have 28 suspects."

"Don't be ridiculous, Oliver. No one could have possibly figured out that you're the hood. We've been extra careful about everything."

"What if we weren't careful enough? It's a possibility, and right now it's our best guess."

"Well alright then." Diggle said. "We've got 28 names to thoroughly search through, let's get started."

Felicity has been sitting in the darkness for a while. Her check was numb and her headache wouldn't go away. She had tried to get some sleep, but with her headache on top of the awkward position she was sitting in, she knew sleep would be impossible.

A part of her wanted Oliver to find her, to save her. She wanted him to burst through that door and save the day just like he always does. The other part of her wanted him nowhere near her. She knew that if these men got their hands on Oliver, it would be game over. Sure, Oliver could fight off anybody and win, but if they're holding a gun to her head she knew he wouldn't fight.

A horrifying thought occurred to her. Oliver wouldn't be the only one that would miss her. She couldn't believe that after all this time, she never thought of her family until now. She thought of her parents, giving her everything she ever wanted. They would be absolutely devastated if they found out their only child had been kidnapped. She had to get out of this for them.

She was so conflicted. She needed to get out of this situation for her family and Oliver, but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if Oliver was killed.

One of the worst things about being stuck in this place is that she had no idea what time it was. She has no idea how long she was unconscious when she was first kidnapped. Heck, she could have been stuck in here for days for all she knew.

She heard shuffling outside the door. All Felicity could hear were muffled voices behind the thick steel door. She was so sick of not being able to hear their conversations. The voices stopped and she heard footsteps and the click of a lock.

Here we go again. She thought.

Oliver and Diggle had started digging through all the names on the list, but there were way too many possibilities. "We're not finding a damn thing!" Oliver shouted as he threw some papers back on the desk.

"It's okay. We've narrowed down the list immensely. We just have to be patient." Diggle replied.

"Be patient?! Are you serious?! We're getting nowhere and for all we know, Felicity could be dead by now!"

"Oliver! Calm down. Just treat this like any other kidnapping case. Imagine that Felicity was just a random girl you didn't know. It might make you see things more clearly."

Oliver took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's keep looking."

They kept digging and digging but the list was still too long. Oliver looked at the clock again. 5:58. Felicity was only kidnapped about 7 and a half hours ago, so there is a high chance she's still alive.

At exactly 6am, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was a blocked number. Stay calm, Oliver. He thought. Just keep your cool.

He motioned to Diggle to come over, and pressed 'answer'. He put it on speaker phone and waited for them to talk.

"Hello again, Mr. Queen." A voice said.

"What do you want?" Oliver said. So much for keeping his cool.

The man chuckled. God Oliver hated when he did that! "I want revenge. You see, ever since you killed my brother, my parents have been blaming me. I don't know why, but they kicked me out, took away my spot in my father's company, and now I have nothing. It's all your fault."

Oliver was silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Originally all I wanted was you. I wanted to get to you, torture you and kill you. But, as you may know, plans change."

"And what exactly is your new plan?" Oliver asked, clearly agitated.

"I've been thinking. What could be worse for Oliver Queen than killing him? I think listening to his friend suffer will be the best form of revenge. Then, maybe I'll kill you. Or I may let you live with the guilt of knowing that you were the reason Felicity Smoak was brutally murdered."

"Don't you dare touch even one hair on her head." Oliver's voice was cold and dark.

"You know, after watching you for all this time, I couldn't help but notice all of your very nasty scars. I thought it might be a good idea to give your friend a matching set."

Oliver froze. "NO!" He shouted. "Don't even think about it, or I'll-"

He was cut off. "You'll what? Kill me? You can't even find me."

Oliver clenched his fist, almost crushing his phone. "Look, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her."

"You see Mr. Queen, I don't like that plan. I like mine better." He heard a click.

Oliver dropped his phone, and collapsed on the ground.

The door opened with a loud creak. She couldn't get used to that sound no matter how many times they opened that door. The light turned on, and she squinted against the brightness. It was only one man this time. It was the one with dark hair and blue eyes. She decided to call him the leader. One of his followers, the one with brown hair and eyes, was standing outside the door.

The leader stepped toward her and the door slammed shut. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife.

Felicity's breath got hitched in her throat, and her pulse immediately started racing. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. He circled around her, taking slow, agonizing steps. He finally stopped in front of her, leaned down, and pressed the knife against her chest. She tried to cover up her fear, but she knew she was failing. The man started moving the knife downwards, and she could hear fabric ripping. She felt a rush of chills go down her spine as the cold air hit her bare stomach and chest. He ripped her shirt completely off of her. She had never felt so exposed, sitting there in front of her kidnapper in nothing but her bra.

A horrible thought occurred to her. What if he was going to… force her?

As if he could read minds, the man said, "Don't worry sweetheart. You're pretty but you're not my type."

She let out a breath of relief. But if that wasn't the reason he ripped her shirt off, what was?

"Have you ever seen Oliver Queen shirtless?" He asked.

She couldn't manage to get any words out, so she just nodded.

"So I'm guessing you've seen his scars."

Felicity's eyes widened in realization. She muttered the only two words she could muster. "Please don't."

The leader laughed. "I'm sure it will only hurt a bit."

He placed the knife on her right shoulder. He hesitated for a few seconds before pressing the knife down and dragging it across her skin. Immediately, Felicity felt a wave of pain on the entire right side of her body. She let out a scream of pain and let a few tears slip from her eyes. When he finally pulled the knife up, Felicity started gasping for breath.

He moved the knife down to her lower left stomach, and pressed down. Her screams rang out in the air. Tears were flowing down her face like a waterfall, and the screams didn't stop. It felt like she was being ripped in half. He dragged the knife close to her belly button, and lifted it off her skin.

Her screams seized, but her sobs continued. The agony all over her body was unbearable. It felt like her whole body was on fire. She could feel a sticky, warm substance flow down her body. She was sobbing uncontrollably, hoping the pain would somehow escape out of her eyes in the form of salty tears. But no matter how much she cried, the pain never stopped. The man stood by the door, watching her intently. When her sobbing got somewhat under control, he knocked on the door and it opened.

"You think this is bad?" He said. "We've just gotten started."

And with that, he turned off the light, left the room, and she was sucked into darkness once again.