IMPORTANT NOTE: This chapter is a lot darker than most and includes violence and sexual assault scenes. Do not read on if you feel you can not handle it. Otherwise, read away- poor Felicity is still a captive of Slade, but we all know that it's not going to stay like that for long. Enjoy this chapter and remember to review, the reviews are what keep me going!
"She had Felicity's phone, I'm telling you." Barry explained, turning his laptop around so Oliver and Diggle could see. A second later, Diggle felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Oliver," Diggle said, looking up from his phone. He'd just received a notification from a news app on his iphone, "You might wanna take a look at this." He passed the phone to his friend and took a moment to slow his own heart rate. He was usually the calm one, the one to hold others back- he'd been trained to remain calm in bad situations but this was Felicity. One of his best friends- she was like a sister to him.
"God damn it!" Oliver yelled, running his hands through his hair. "I swear I'll put an arrow in him for every breath he's taken around her!" He stormed towards Barry who stood up and moved back instinctively, "Find out who sent that picture in- find out where it's from." He shoved the phone under Barry's nose and Barry looked down at it with a horrified expression on his face.
Who would do such a horrible thing to Felicity? Barry thought. She was so pure but so scarred from the marks he'd put on her and to make it worse, she was dangling by her arms in a dark room and her body was nearly naked. He felt something dark twitch inside him and he moved back to his laptop and started to type at an otherworldly speed.
"I got it, it was sent from Felicity's phone to Entertainment Tonight's press office. Isobel must have sent it."
"And what device did Isobel get the photo from, can you see that?" Diggle questioned as Oliver paced back and forth thinking about which bone in Isobel's body he'd like to break first.
"It's a mobile phone, the files say its last activity was three minutes ago."
"He's taking more photo's." Diggle growled, "He's going to send more out."
"Can you track it?" Oliver asked, clenching his fists at his site, "Pull the images up on the screen, let's see if there's anything that might tell us where she is." As much as Oliver hated to see Felicity all strung up and helpless again, he had to. He had no choice.
"I know where she is." Barry whispered, looking at the images completely astounded. "But there's no way we can get through without getting caught."
It was cold where she stood and her legs and arms ached from trying to hold herself up. Felicity knew Oliver wouldn't be far, but she also knew that in order for Oliver to rescue her- he'd probably cop a beating himself. She felt horrible for thinking about it, she knew how strong Oliver was but Slade had the mirikuru inside of him. She just hoped Oliver's emotions wouldn't get the better of him in the fight.
"Seems this picture has caused a bit of a stir, you were just on Entertainment Tonight- how does that feel?" Slade walked up behind her, "How'd you get all those marks on your body anyhow? The public will think Oliver did it as part of the whole bondage thing, you know."
Felicity remained silent, she wouldn't tell Slade about Barry- even if he tried to torture it out of her.
"Silent treatment, hey?" Slade ran his finger over one of her cuts. They'd scabbed over but they still hurt- even more because it was Slade touching them. "Well that's boring." He shrugged, "What should we do for fun?" He licked his lips crossed his beefy arms, "let me think, we could do another photo shoot… but I'm just not feeling your emotion." He sighed, "And so we can get a great photo that the gossip publications will fight over, we need something…" he slapped her hard across the face and she shrieked, "raw." He took her head in his big, dirty hands, "that's what I need!" He smiled, "More of that."
"You're sick." Felicity spluttered, feeling a little blood in her mouth- her cheek stung like it was on fire.
Slade ran is hands up and down her sides and around her back to squeeze her behind. She squirmed and tried to push him away but every time she did, he'd just laugh. She heard him tear her shirt from her completely and now only the sleeves dangled in a tattered string on her arms, she wondered if Slade was going to rape her. Was he that cruel of a person? Killing was one thing, but rape was another. You had to be a certain type of evil to defile someone like that.
"Don't rape me." Felicity pleaded as Slades hands moved to her underwear, "Don't."
Slade burst out with laughter but continued to touch her behind. "I'm not that desperate. I'm just having a play around while we wait for Oliver- he should be here soon." He beamed as she felt the back of her underwear being pulled up to expose her cheeks. "You do have a great bum on you though, do you squat?"
Felicity hung her head and cried; she couldn't control the tears that were shaking through her body. "Stop touching me, please."
"You know, your dear Oliver touched Shadow in more intimate ways before he killed her- if you ask me I think I'm being quite gentle." He ran his hand up her backside, around to her stomach and up to her breast where his finger traced the lace that sat upon it. "I'm not going to rape you, Felicity." Slade said sincerely, stepping away from her after pulling the lace down slightly to expose her nipple. "I will let you die with some dignity. But, I'm afraid that your poor mate Oliver, is going to think I have." He took the chair in the side of the room and started to remove his shirt, "When Oliver get's here, he's going to be so upset with the thought of what I've done to you- that he won't see me com-''
A loud siren sounded around them.
"Looks like Oliver's here." Slade smiled, taking his belt off and hanging it over the back of the chair. "Now all we need to do is wait." He walked towards Felicity and picked her up, she knew what he was trying to do but she squeezed her legs together to stop him. He might not have been going to rape her but he was certainly going to make it look like it. As sirens got louder, she thought she heard the sound of a wall falling. A small spark of hope lit up inside of her as Slade pried her legs apart and wrapped them around his hips. She hated the way her body felt pressed against his, she hated his smell, she hated everything about him. She wanted to be the one to put an arrow in him- but she knew Oliver would do it for her and that was enough.
"I'll distract the guards! You go!" Diggle called, throwing the flash bomb down the hall of Starling City Prison. Slade was holding Felicity in the old part of the prison. It was an old cellblock by the psychiatric quarter, no one used the cell block because it had too many escape routes. The psychiatric quarter however, was heavily guarded and inside held the most insane criminals of Starling City.
Barry was running ahead of Oliver, clearing the path for him and using his new found speed and strength. Walls were crumbling with a punch and air was whipping by him like a bird in a windstorm. He only had one person on his mind and that was Felicity.
"In the back!" Barry called, giving Oliver a sense of direction, "She'll be in the back!" They came to a wide, heavy metal door and the end of the hall and shared a quick nod with each other. Isobel was inside; they'd tracked her cell. Oliver was going to kill her, even though she deserved to be tortured.
Barry burst through the door, knocking it down as if it was cardboard as Oliver followed closely behind. Oliver didn't like that Barry was leading, but he knew now was a time of competition with Barry- he needed him to help save Felicity and defeat Slade Wilson.
"Oliver!" Isobel looked up from the crate she was propped up on, "Glad to see you've made the party- a plus one wasn't on the invite, but I guess-''
Oliver shot an arrow in her shoulder and she fell onto her back. A moment later he was standing over her, his foot on her chest and an arrow pointed between her eyes, "Where is she?" He growled as Isobel smirked and reached for her pocket.
Oliver eyed her as Barry stood by protectively; she pulled out Felicity's phone and handed it to Oliver.
"See for your self." Oliver looked down at the video of Slade holding Felicity up, moving his hips and thrusting roughly into her. He could only see Slade's bare back and his low-slung pants, but he didn't have to see Felicity's face to know what was happening. Oliver didn't think twice before shooting his arrow between Isobel's eyes. He was so angry now that his adrenaline could take on the mirikuru itself.
"The second he get's in here, I'll tell him that you didn't rape me." Felicity spat, "Whatever seedy video you sent him, he won't believe."
Slade let go of her legs and she swung backwards from the drop. Her arms ached like never before, she wanted this to be over- she wanted to see Oliver.
"I'm not going to give you the chance, Felicity." Slade's hands moved to the lower pocket of his pants and pulled out a syringe. "I'm going to make him think you're dead." He moved it towards her as she shook her head vigorously, "We'll see how much talking you're doing then."