It had been hours since Oliver and Roy left the scumbag alone in the cage in the dark. He was slumped against one of the walls, arms crossed in defiance. His phone was on the other side of the cage and he couldn't get to it. It was ringing, the screen flashing with his boss's face. It had been ringing for a while when the lights turned on and footsteps approached him.
Green leathered clad legs were the first thing that Marty noticed. He rolled his eyes. "I ain't telling you shit still, pretty boy."
The cage door swung open and Marty was pulled forward in a quick lunge. He was held high and pressed against a wall. "You don't really have a choice. Where is she?" He snarled, increasing his grip.
The man flinched at the pain, swallowing deeply. "I'm more scared of my boss than I am of you. You may be a pretty rich boy but he has people who would kill me just because he asked them to."
"You think I won't kill you?" There was silence. "If something happens to her, I'll make sure you never see the outside again." He threw the man back into the cage, slamming the door behind him. He then grabbed his supply of arrows and went off to patrol. Someone had to know something about this guy or maybe about where Felicity might be stashed.
Felicity screamed out in pain. Whip after whip, they were lashing at her. Blood soaked through her clothes. "I told you the truth. I don't know what else you want from me," she cried.
The laughter coming from the tormentor was pure evil. "So you're saying you have no more valuable information for us?"
Felicity nodded, "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying. I am of no use to you. Please let me go. Please. I won't say anything. Let me go."
He smirked, "Alright."
She blinked. "Al-alright?"
"Yes. Alright." He smirked, knowing full well that the only way she would return to her home would be in a body bag.
She wiped at her eyes. "Okay. Good." She whined slightly at her pained body. Her clothes were ruined. She gasped as he pulled off her shirt. "What are you doing?" She frowned, trying to pull the shirt down.
"You can't go back looking like this," he smirked, "People might jump to the wrong conclusions." He forced the shirt above her head. He admired her bare chest and his handy work. Her stomach was covered in slashes. She let out a scream when he roughly fingered one of her injuries. "I did quite the number on you," he whistled. She was no match for him as he pulled off the rest of her clothes.
She shivered, crossing her arms across herself, feeling exposed. She was exposed. She was completely naked now.
"Oh, come on now, baby." He pulled her hands away to rest on her side, "I can make you feel good." His erection was pushing against his own jeans.
"No," she whined in a quiet whisper. She cried out when he cupped one of her breasts as well as when his hand inched towards her vagina. Her moans betrayed her when he pinched at the little bundle of sensitive nerves.
"I knew you were secretly a freak," he smirked. "Going to make a pretty penny tomorrow at the auction." He forced his mouth on hers and when she didn't kiss him back, he pulled away and slapped her hard enough to draw blood into her mouth.
She cried, "Why are you doing this?"
"You're a pretty girl. It would be a waste to kill you. Auctioning you is the best way to tie loose ends and still," he ran his fingers through her hair, "Get something out of this."
Tears were streaking down her face. "You said you were going to let me go."
He smirked, "Oh, sweetie. Did I?" He looked at her with faux concern, "I think I meant to say you can go to a new home." She didn't respond to him and he didn't really care. As far as he was concerned, he was done talking with her. "Time for me to try the product out," he smirked, "It's going to hurt, I don't really care to make you enjoy it."
She screamed out as her insides were invaded by his sudden thrusts. Whatever lubrication she might have had, it was no longer a thing. "Oh, god. Please stop. Stop. It hurts. Stop, please," tears were streaking down her face, filling her mouth. She closed her eyes shut, trying to will herself to be anywhere else. She shivered as she felt his tongue on her face, licking up her tears.
He grunted, "Oh yeah," he nibbled on her ear, "The more you hate it, the more I enjoy myself," he rotated his hips, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. It eventually became easier to thrust into her, blood providing lubrication. She whimpered, eyes pinched shut, but she no longer begged him to stop. She had given into her fate. He let out a deep moan, thrusting a few more times before he released his seed inside her. He pulled out, and hovered above her lips. "Clean it."
She opened her eyes, whimpering at the sight in front of her. His cock covered in her juices, and her blood. It was pressed against her lips. "No—" she opened her mouth to say, only for it to be shoved inside. She gagged.
"If you bite it, I won't hesitate to kill you." She was a good girl. She did not bite him. It wasn't the best blowjob but the fact she didn't want to do it, thrilled him. He let himself plop out of her and let her go. She fell into a pile, unable to move. She groaned in pain. He smirked, pulling out his phone. He called his minion.
"Marty, I don't know where you are, but the auction is taking place tomorrow," he said into the phone, having gotten voicemail. He decided to send Marty a text with the information for the auction. Unknown to him, Marty didn't have his phone. It was in the possession of team arrow. The phone laid in the arrow cave, where only Marty was in a cage, flashing. Unfortunately, Green Arrow was currently angrily patrolling the streets, looking for a clue.
The text read that Felicity would be given to her buyer bright and early tomorrow, and sent to Mexico. Marty smirked, glancing from his position to his flashing phone. The heroes were so on edge to try to find their missing girl, and here it was, given to them, and none of them were on sight.
"Siri," Marty spoke out, arms crossed, activating voice command.
"How can I help you?" The robotic voice echoed in the room.
"Send a text to Boss Man. Oliver Queen is Green Arrow." The phone alerted that the text message was sent. He then activated the voice command again, "Reset phone." Using that command, the phone went back to factory settings. He leaned against the wall, and popped a cyanide pill. Their love for one another would be their downfall.