Lianna's eyes fluttered open slowly, her surroundings were unfamiliar, beige colored walls surrounded her, the paint peeling off and in a few spots the plaster was crumbling, the window was boarded up, the only light coming from above her was weak and flickering.
Where the hell was she?
She tried to think of what was the last thing she remembered.
She had worked a long shift at the diner when it was over, she started her walk for the bus she needed to get on to get home.
She had taken the route she always chose to get home. She had just cut through the park and was passing by the alley when -
Her stomach rolled as she remembered, someone, sneaking up behind her and jamming a needle into her neck, pulling her against them. She never saw their face before losing consciousness.
Oh, God, she was drugged and kidnapped.
Did they hurt her baby? Did the drug?
She instinctively tried to move her arms to wrap around her rounded stomach protectively, but her arm jerked back, she craned her neck, eyes widening at the sight of her arms raised above her head tied to the bed with a thick rope, the roughness of the rope chafing the skin of her wrist.
She jerked her body, trying to get free but found her legs too were restrained. Her entire body was tied down to the bed.
Her jacket was gone, she was thankful her clothes had not been removed, but still panic seized her.
Heart pounding against her ribcage, her breathing labored with fear, her eyes scanned the room frantically for a way out. She needed to get free and run.
She had to get out of here for her. For her baby.
She pulled and yanked on her restraints as hard as she could, twisting her body any way she could. It was impossible.
Her skin burned where the rope rubbed against her skin, and she barely had any movement.
"Somebody! Help me! Help!" Lianna screamed, voice rising in volume. "Please!"
The door creaked as it was slowly pushed open and her head snapped to it, eyes widening as Laurel stepped into the room dressed in black leather.
Dressed as Black Siren, a woman who had been in the news more than once before just disappearing off the map.
"Oh my God," Lianna breathed. "You're Black Siren. How are you Black Siren when you're the Black Canary?"
Laurel smirked. "Is that really the questions you want to be asking while in your current predicament?"
Being reminded of her situation brought back her fear and panic. "Let me go!"
"Why would I do that?" Laurel shut the door behind her. "It would defeat my purpose for taking you in the first place."
Lianna shook her head, pulling on her restraints as Laurel stalked around the room, watching her like she was nothing more than prey. "You don' want to hurt me, Laurel."
Laurel stepped closer to the bed. "Don't I?"
"No, If you think me outing you with your work with Vigilantes, would ruin you, think about the fact that if I revealed to the world that you're Black Siren. What would that do to your life? And if you hurt a pregnant woman? Be smart, Laurel, think about what you're doing."
"Oh, I have thought about it," Laurel pulled out a knife and twirled it in her hands, and Lianna's eyes widened at the slight of the gleaming blade. "And believe it or not, I do know how to hide my tracks." She set the knife on the end table.
"You don't want to kill me," Lianna protested. "We were friends once."
"Not really good ones," Laurel smirked, stepping closer to the bed, delighting in Linda's fear. She was just getting started, and it was quite entertaining already. "Considering all our history."
"Look, I'll go away, and I won't bother you, and you'll never have to see or hear from me again," Lianna pleaded. "All you have to do is let me go."
"And what's to stop you from using the proof you claim to have or going to the police when I do that?" Laurel challenged.
"I won't. I give you my word. Please!" Lianna begged desperately.
"Your word?" Laurel gave a harsh laugh. "I don't care about your word. I care about the proof you have on me."
"Please, just tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I don't want you to hurt me." Lianna pleaded, shrinking back as Laurel drew closer.
"Give me the proof you have, and then none of this ever happened," Laurel stated.
"How do I know you're not lying!" Lianna cried. "Look at how far you're willing to go!"
"You're just going to have to take my word." Laurel countered snidely.
"If you were telling the truth you wouldn't have revealed it was you who kidnapped me. I could report you to the police if you let me go now. You're lying to me. As soon as I give you what you want, you're going to kill me to make sure I never talk." Lianna's voice shook with fear.
"There are worse things I can do to you than kill you," Laurel responded, jaw clenching. "And if you think you're not going to do what I want, you have no idea just how far I'm willing to take this or what I am willing to do to you."
Laurel took a seat beside her on the bed and Lianna shrunk back, trying to move away from her but her restraints kept her in place. "Laurel, please." she whimpered.
Laurel ignored her, reaching out she placed her hand over Lianna's round stomach, and Lianna shook in fear. "Don't touch me."
"You're not in any position to be telling me what to do." Laurel traced the curve of Lianna's stomach. "When I first saw you were pregnant. I was surprised. I don't know why I didn't notice sooner. When you walked into my office, you had this glow about you." The same glow her sister had back on her Earth when she was pregnant.
"When did you find out?" Lianna tried to ignore the feel of Laurel's hand on her stomach.
"When I started following you."
Lianna's eyes widened. "You were following me? For how long?" How could she not have noticed someone was watching her, following her everywhere she went, her every move?
"A week or so after you blackmailed me."
"And you still chose to kidnap me knowing I was pregnant?" Lianna asked in disbelief. How was it possible for Laurel to be that cold? That callous?
Honestly, it had given Laurel pause, but Lianna didn't need to know that. She didn't need to know that she had a soft spot for protecting pregnant women. "It certainly made things a whole lot more interesting." She responded with instead. "How far along are you?"
"7 months." Lianna's voice shook, hoping that Laurel wouldn't hurt a child, an innocent unborn life.
Laurel hummed, rubbing her hand in a circular motion over Lianna's hard, round stomach. Her eyes shot down when she felt a sharp kick against her palm, Lianna gasping at the feel of her child kicking so strongly. "A strong one, isn't it?" Laurel's lips formed a small, barely visible smile. "Do you know the sex?"
"No, I wanted it to be a surprise," Lianna answered, shivering at Laurel's touch, the baby kicking more in response to Laurel's hand caressing her stomach.
Laurel's eyes glinted as she cupped her stomach with both hands. "It will be a shame then, won't it? If something happened before you had a chance to meet your child and learn if you're having a boy or a sweet little girl."
Lianna's body went cold, fear consuming her. She wanted so bad to just give Laurel what she wanted if it meant keeping her child safe but what good would that do if Laurel just killed Lianna after she got what she wanted.
No matter what choice Lianna made. She lost. She was in a lose-lose situation.
If she did what Laurel wanted, both she and her child would die because there was no way Laurel was just going to let her go and risk her going to the cops.
If Lianna remained silent, Laurel would hurt her baby, but there was always the chance she was bluffing and would not harm an unborn child. At the very least, she would keep her alive.
"Please, I am begging you not to hurt my child!" Lianna pleaded close to tears.
"I love it when someone begs." Laurel smirked, "But what I would love it more if you would just tell me what I want to know."
"I can't tell you." Lianna shook her head, trying to keep her desperation at bay. "I won't give you what you want. I'm not stupid. My knowledge is the only weapon I have against you. It's my only leverage that is keeping you from killing me."
Laurel glared, ripping her hands from Lianna's stomach and gripped Lianna roughly by the jaw, leaning over her, eyes glinting with anger as frustration flowed through her. "You're not calling the shots here. I am. You will tell me what I want to know. It's just a matter of the time. I can make your stay here with me very pleasant or very difficult. Keep this up, and it will be the latter." Laurel dug her nails into Lianna's skin, watching as she grimaced from the light sting of pain.
Laurel released her and grabbed the knife from the end table, and Lianna froze.
"Relax, Lianna, we are just getting started," Laurel smirked, and Lianna fought off the urge to cry, blinking back frustrated tears and biting down on the inside of her cheek with a pathetic, desperate whimper that had her cringing.
Laurel took delight in the weak sound, Lianna may not be giving her what she wanted, but it was only a matter of time until she broke until then they were just going to have a little fun.