Sorry for the late post. I've been extremely busy these days. But I hope you enjoy.

"So, I hear that you killed your mom?" one of the boys in the orphanage approached Rachel. She was drawing the same black bird on scrap of paper. She would need another one since the one she had in her hands was wearing out. Of course, she ignored the boy who was mocking her. The other two that were with him were simply chuckling. She wanted to be left alone. "Did you do it?"

Rachel continued drawing while ignoring the boy. She didn't know him. Of course, she didn't know anyone. She hardly ever spoke to any of them. The boy is scrawny with red-orange hair and chubby cheeks

"So, what did you use? A gun? A knife?" he asked and poked her in the shoulder. "Are you a vampire? Do you suck blood?"

Rachel didn't responds to that either. She immediately got pushed off her chair and landed on the ground with a soft thud. "I'm talking to you, biatch!" The other boys laughed.

Her eyes turned black and looked over her shoulder with a snarl before lunging herself at the boy that pushed her.

Slade's eye opened at the morning sun in his face. He took a deep breath and was about to stretch when he felt light weight on his chest and abdomen. Frowning, he looked down to see Felicity curled up on top of him. Well, her torso was on top of him while her bottom half was wrapped in sheets, her breasts pressed against abdomen and her head resting on his chest. He now remembered what happened last night. They both had sex. Oh dear.

Smiling, he brushed his fingers through her soft tangled hair and down her bare back. Felicity stirred and moaned, snuggling up against him even more, before slowly opening up her eyes and now blinking at the bright golden glow of the sun.

"Did you sleep well?" Slade asked.

With a sigh, Felicity looked up at him and smiled with a nod.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he now asked with concern after noticing a few bruises on her wrists and shoulder-blades. He had held her too tightly. He couldn't imagined what would have happened if he had his hand around her throat. He could have strangled her by accident, or could have broken her neck. He was glad for his self-control.

Felicity frowned at his words. "No. You were great. More than great, actually. I don't know if I can say the same thing for me. I'm a little bit sloppy. It's been years since I've had sex."

"Years? Oh dear then," he chuckled before kissing her head.

"I mean, have you heard that if a woman stops wearing earrings, the hole on the lobe seals," Felicity stared at him wide-eyed. "Imagine if my vagina closes for not having sex."

"Well then, you're lucky I got here just in time," he joked and Felicity laughed. "You were wonderful as well. Don't be so hard on yourself. If you have any doubts, we can try again and see if it gets better."

Felicity's smile disappeared and she looked at him in surprise.

"You mean, you really want to do this again…with me?"

Slade frowned at her. "Don't you?"

"I…I don't know. I thought you might have wanted just a one-night stand."

Slade smiled at her softly and tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. He then sat up from the bed, grabbing Felicity down to the bed much to her surprise, and flipped her down to the bed. Felicity squealed at this gesture as she was now thrown onto the bed with Slade hovering on top of her. He didn't put his complete weight on top, afraid that he might rip open her stitches and she was glad of his restraint.

"At first, but now I am not so sure. I figured I would like more than a one-night stand."

Felicity's smile returned on her face and rose up to kiss him on the lips. But Slade immediately forced her down again. Felicity looked at him in confusion, wondering if something was wrong.

It was a long time since Slade kissed a woman. It had been too long. He still couldn't remember what it was like to kiss Adeline or any other woman. He was afraid of kissing Felicity. He was afraid kissing might disappoint him or that it might make him fall in love again. He was afraid of falling in love again and being heart-broken again. He didn't want to feel that way again. He certainly didn't want to break Felicity's heart either by kissing her and making her fall in love with him to later have her heart broken to pieces. It would just make matters worse. It was even worse when Shado was standing next to the bed, watching them both fuck.

Slade looked at Felicity sorrowfully. Felicity didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Did I do something wrong, Slade?"

"No," he sighs, "You did nothing wrong….I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asks in concern.

"It doesn't matter now does it?" he said and kissed Felicity on the head.

Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. "It does matter to me, Slade…You're not going to tell me either way, aren't you?"

Slade kissed her on the head and chuckled. "No."

He then proceeded kissing her neck and down to her breasts. Felicity leaned back against the bed and let out sigh as he continued kissing her down her stomach. She giggled when he began to kiss and softly bite her inner thigh. The goatee was scratching the skin and it tickled her.

"Stop that," she giggled. Slade simply chuckled and continued kissing lower. She let out a small moan when he began to flick his tongue over her clit. He kissed and sucked at it. Felicity clutched at the sheet and hissed.

Slade hears something from downstairs of the Merlyn Mansion and hears a familiar voice speaking to one of the guards. Fuck.

Slade immediately sat up from the bed and got off of Felicity immediately. This left Felicity confused once more.

"What is it?"

"Isabel," he says. Felicity's eyes widened in shock as she scrambled out of the bed and wrapped the sheets around her to cover her nakedness.

"She's going to kill me if she sees me," Felicity panicked. "I'll be locked in the bathroom if you need me."

Slade nodded in agreement and Felicity immediately scrambled into the bathroom and shut the door. Slade immediately got dressed in his business suit as fast as he could. He was already adjusting his bowtie when Isabel entered the bedroom. She did not look happy.

"There was a board meeting at 10 and you weren't there this morning," Isabel sneered, "Mr. Luthor and Dr. Light are not happy with your absence."

"I can tell that you're not happy either," Slade sighed as he finished adjusted his black tie, "I overslept, that's all."

Isabel looked around the messy bed. She could smell a very peculiar scent coming from it. And she looked at Slade sternly. He tried very hard not to look at Isabel in the eyes. He knew that she was aware of what he did last night. But she didn't with who. And he hoped she didn't find out.

"You overslept all right," she said while looking at the sheets with disgust before looking at him, "Who was she this time? Who was the bitch you fucked last night?"

"As if it were your business to know."

"It is my business, Slade," she snarled at him viciously, "You know I don't like sharing."

She embraced Slade but he immediately pushed her away, much to her disappointment. Isabel didn't like being rejected like a one of his whores. She could imagine the bitch he fucked last night was still in the bathroom taking a show though she couldn't hear the shower being turned on.

"Well, my dear, I am no property of anyone, not even you," Slade said.

"But I'm your property, right?" Isabel asked. "And what about Felicity Smoak? Or the bitch inside your bathroom? Is she your property?"

Slade simply stared at her. He knew he had used the wrong words. But she was right. Isabel was not his property and neither was Felicity, Adeline or Shado. He didn't want to treat Felicity like a piece of property. She had already made it clear, in her way. He even felt bad of not kissing her. He now felt that he simply used her. He felt he had manipulated with her emotions. He though he had raped her. He even manipulated Isabel into working with him which sort of like rape.

Finally, Isabel sighed in deception. "Listen, I just came here to tell you that I rescheduled your meeting till 2. And Oliver Queen's trial is tomorrow morning."

"I haven't forgotten."

"So, what are we going to do about it?" she asks, "If Oliver is declared innocent, it means he'll be out there as the Arrow again. All of our plans will be ruined."

"My plan is to destroy Oliver Queen. If he is declared innocent and released from his shackles, I will still make him suffer by taking everything he loves. Of course, if he is guilty for the murder of Sara Lance, he would still suffer in a prison cell. As long as Oliver suffers, nothing will make me happier."

He gave her a smile but it didn't seem to convince Isabel as she made her way to the bathroom, and his smile dropped. He couldn't allow her to find Felicity in the bathroom, she would kill her. "Isabel..." He tried to stop her from getting to the door but she already opened it and entered the bathroom. Slade followed after her.

To both of their surprise, there was no one in the bathroom. The shower wasn't on. And there was no one in the bathtub. Isabel checked everywhere for any signs of Slade's whore but didn't find anyone, much to her disappointment. Slade mentally sighed of relief. Isabel was not happy that she couldn't Felicity. Of course, she may had not been looking for Felicity specifically.

Isabel then turned to Slade irritably. "Be there on time, okay?"

She then left.

Slade ran a hand over his face and sighed in frustration. He then wondered where Felicity was if not in the bathroom. Where did she go?

"Felicity?" he called out her name. But no one responded.

He then heard one of his guards call him from outside. He immediately looked out the window to see one of his guards holding Felicity by the upper arm. The sheet that she had around her body was covered in dirt and her hair had bits of leaves. He wondered if Felicity literally just climbed out the window and fell out. It wasn't the smartest plan but it wasn't the dumbest either.

"Sneak her around back," Slade shouted, "Don't let Miss Rochev see her though."

With a nod, the guard half-dragged Felicity to the back of Merlyn Mansion.

"That was embarrassing," Felicity said while still taking a shower to clean off all the dirt and leaves from her skin and hair. When she heard Isabel coming to the bathroom, she immediately went to the window and climbed out. Of course, she didn't expect to slip on the ledge and fall to the ground. Luckily, she didn't scream. And she was lucky that the fall didn't rip open her wound. But it hurt like hell. She then ended up being held at gunpoint by one of the guards who thought she was trying to escape. She was glad he didn't shoot her. I'm three times lucky. "I don't know how worse it can get."

"Isabel could have killed you," he said as he stood at the showerhead opposite side of the shower box.

"Now that's worse." She continued washing off the shampoo from her hair and craned her neck, feeling it sore. "But she didn't, did she?"

She heard Slade chuckle before she felt his arms around her waist and planting small kisses on the base of her neck. She let out a giggle and then a small moan when his hand slid up to cup her left breast while his other hand snuck between her legs and played with her clitoris.

"Beautiful," he breathed. Felicity sighed at the feel of his breath tickling her skin.

"So...how many women did you bring here?" she asked. This made Slade stopped and turned her around.

"You heard?"

She nodded. "Every word. Of course, Isabel was being bitchy about it. Still..."

"I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"...You're still going to testify against Oliver, are you?"

Slade smirked. "Yes, just as well as you're going to testify in his favour. My plans haven't changed."

"Do you really want to make him suffer?" she asked. She looked at him in the eyes. He was being serious when he said that to Isabel. "You know that Oliver would never hurt Sara. He never laid a hand on her and you know that and still, you want him to be eaten alive by guilt!?"

"Felicity, a person like you would never understand -."

She took this as a personal offense. "A person like me? Do you think I don't understand why you're doing this? I do. I know what you're going through because I've been through the same bullshit you went through but I don't go around taking it out on other innocent lives. For someone who wants justice, you're really cynical, you know that?"

"Felicity -."

"Don't Felicity me. I appreciate what you've done for me but I'm still a bit surprised that you're still thinking about hurting Oliver. I shouldn't be surprised though but still...What I don't understand is, if you hate Oliver so much and want to take away everything he cares about, why did you even bother saving me?"

He didn't answer. That was a good question. Slade hated Oliver to the point he could anything associated with him and yet, he saved Felicity's life without thinking twice. He saved her. He healed her. And then they had sex. A weird way of expressing themselves. And yet he still had the balls to still testify against Oliver without the care he fucked Felicity.

"You know what? You may have fucked me. I may have asked for it. But that doesn't mean you can take me for stupid," she snarled, "I'm nobody's bitch."

She waited for him to respond but he simply stared at her. No anger. No surprise. Just an unreadable stare as if he was reading her as well.

Shaking her head in deception, she simply scoffs and was about to walk out of the shower when Slade grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her back in.

Felicity struggled for him to release her. "Let me go, Slade. Let go."

He smirked at her futile attempt of escape. "I always liked angry women, did you know that?" Felicity glared daggers at him in response. "I always find their temperament and fights quite alluring."

"I'm serious, Slade," she hissed.

"So am I." With that, he held her closer, pressing and trapping her body to his. Felicity struggled slightly but it only made him hold tighter as he feasted on her neck with bites and kisses, leaving marks and bruises.

She tried but couldn't escape him though. She was already pinned to the wall. He didn't look like h was going to hurt. He simply got mad and couldn't control his action. It was better than getting hit in the face. If he ever dared lay a hand on her, she knew that would be the last. So, she simply went with it.

He held her hips tightly as he pressed her against the wall even further before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She gasped when she felt his hand fist into her hair and pull her head back slightly, forcing her to look at him in the eye. She was trembling in excitement but her face showed a bit of fear and concern. She was heading into darkness. A place of no return. If she continued down this dark path, she knew she would be facing consequences. But right now, she didn't care. And neither did Slade.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he said huskily and almost threateningly.

Without warning, she was impaled. She squirmed slightly but kept her arms locked around Slade's neck to keep herself from slipping from his hold. He continued kissing and biting on her neck as he continued pushing into her in slow and firm thrusts. They were finishing where they left off with no other interruptions.

"So, is this Wintergreen guy going to kill you once he sees the bruises you left on me?" Felicity asks as she slips on a white shirt and purple cardigan Slade found for her in the room that used to belong to Mrs. Merlyn. The poor dear passed away years ago when Tommy was small. The clothing Felicity was wearing were a bit too big for her but at least she was able to reach the zipper to close it up. She didn't want to wear anything tight that could hurt the wound in her stomach. Slade was putting on his suit again.

"There's a 95% chance that he will kill me. The other five percent is that he won't kill me," he said while adjusting his boy tie and the eyepatch.

Felicity chuckled. "Don't bet on the 5% then, because 95% percent is a big possibility." She looked at herself in the mirror. The bruises Slade left on her were covered by long sleeves but the ones her father left on her face were still slightly noticeable. Plus, she didn't have her glasses. She wouldn't mind if Slade had a pair of glasses she could use. Of course, she knew that Slade wouldn't be using glasses if he only had one eye. Bad joke. Luckily I did not say anything.

"Are you certain you wish to leave the house?" he asked.

Felicity had decided to go back to the Clocktower to let Diggle know she was okay. She was skeptical about leaving the house but she thought she needed fresh. She didn't want to stay confined behind four walls. She would take public transportation, not really wanting to take the chance of reencountering Colton. It's like he's everywhere. But she knew that Diggle was going crazy worried for her. She needed to let him know she was still alive.

"I have to," she said, "Dig must be worried sick about me. And the police don't know I'm a deadman walking."

"You'll be going back to your apartment then?"

She pulled her hair back and tied it into her usual ponytail. "Well, if there's police tape at my door, there's 95% chance that won't be happening for awhile."

"Where would you go?" he asked with concern.

"I'll probably book a hotel or stay with Dig. He's like a brother to me."

She noticed Slade purse his lips. He looked a bit jealous. Why should he be jealous? Is he really going to be like every time he sees me talking to either Diggle or Oliver? Scratch that, I don't want to know.

"I'll be fine, Slade," she assured him, "I'm a big girl."

She wasn't very sure if she was fine, however. She was still nervous about going around by herself when Colton is stalking her. The Canary cry was able to stop him for a little while but she knew that she was no match for him when it came to a physical fight. She was hopeless at that, unless...She really hated asking people for favours. And she would certainly hate asking Slade for a favour but he was the best hope she had so far.

"Slade?" He gave her a puzzled look. She turned around to face him. "Um, I don't really like asking for favours but I was wondering if...you know...after Oliver's trial tomorrow, you could...I don't know...you could...you could train -."

The old man Wintergreen entered the bedroom, interrupting them both. Oh well, maybe later.

Wintergreen checked on her wounds. And as expected, he got really mad when he saw the bruises on Felicity's waist just near the hipbones and also the wrists. "Slade Wilson, what did you do to her!?" Slade immediately looked away and let out a whistle. Felicity simply chuckled. "It-it's okay," she stammered, "He really didn't do anything to me."

"I know what he did," Wintergreen growled. Well, isn't he a grumpy man? "The question is, why can't he keep his pants on for one minute?"

"Well, for one, Wintergreen, you're not my father," Slade confronted him saying.

"You're lucky I'm not your father or I would -."

"Guys, come on, knock it off." Felicity then felt like she was arguing with both Oliver and Diggle. They're always fighting about something. They would act like kids and Felicity had to be the mother pulling them both by the ears. It got annoying fast.

She then hears her cellphone ring on the nightstand. She guessed it might be Diggle calling her again. The calls were always worrisome. The more Diggle got worried the more it worried her. Also, she could tell how the continuous phone calls was annoying the hell out of Slade by the way he rolled his one eye.

Felicity asked Wintergreen to pass the phone to her, which he did. To her surprise, it wasn't Diggle calling her.

"Hello?...Yeah, this is Felicity Smoak…Oh hi, I didn't expect a call from you…She did WHAT!?"

Well, that escalated quickly. In my opinion, I think the end of this chapter went a bit cheesy.

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