Author note:

Wow, it's been a long time. A year I think. I'm so sorry. Been so busy with college. Here's a small update. I know it's not much.

As always I don't own the characters just my plot

Weeks and weeks of torture had flown by, Felicity couldn't tell how long it had been anymore. She had lost count. She couldn't take it anymore. She loved Oliver but she valued her life at a higher degree. She cracked. She had stayed stoic for so long, but she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't let herself continue on with this lack of self-preservation. A scream let out in the room. It took her a long minute to realize it was her own voice. She had been left in this dark room so long with no one to really talk to that she hadn't heard her voice in such a long time. Her captor wasn't much of an entertainer as much as he was a taunting, conniving son of a bitch. The room was still for such a long time, the blonde tech believed that no one had heard her but then footsteps replaced the quietness, and the steel door slide open with a disgusting creaking sound.

The light from outside the hallway barely lit up the dark room, but it was enough to cause Felicity to avert her eyes. She placed a hand over her eyes, trying not to make eye contact with the beast. A soft weak whimper left her quivering lips.

"Are you ready to finally talk, wench?"

She flinched at his voice; as surprising as it would sound, she preferred it when he hit over when he spoke to her. His voice sent shivers down her spine, and made her feel sick to the stomach. All Felicity could do was nod once.

The nod wasn't enough for him, though, and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to look in his direction. "When I ask you a direct question, you better answer me with yes, sir or no, sir."

An inaudible cry left her mouth, "Yes…sir." It took every ounce of her strength to say those two words.

He ran a hand up and down her back, his fingers causing her hairs to spike. "See, was that too hard?" He sat down next to her, and pulled her into his lap. He leaned into her ear, and whispered, "Tell me everything, starting with what's the Arrow's name?"

"His name is…" Her voice choked up, realizing what she was about to do. She was about to sell out Oliver. He would never forgive her. He squeezed her arm, telling her to spit it out. "Oliver Queen."

The man laughed. "That playboy? Come on, you expect me to believe that the zealous playboy is the arrow… the protector of Starling City. Yeah right." He leaned in close, and stole a kiss.

She gave him a face of disgust, and recoiled from him, trying to escape his lap. "It's the truth."

"You better hope it is. I'll have my minions check out this… source." He eyed her up and down, "For your sake, and his, you better hope he lives up to the name."

She cried out, "Please don't hurt him."

He tapped her cheek in a condescending manner, "A little too late for that, isn't it, sweetcheeks?"

Oliver was darker than usual. Weeks had gone by and he had been no closer to finding out where Felciity was. He worried that he was too late and that she was gone but he couldn't think like that. Keeping up with appearances, he showed up at Queen consolidated. He didn't want the press to realize how extreme this situation was but it was also a manner of not allowing the press to see how badly the arrow had failed. If the Arrow couldn't protect its own members, then how could he be expected to protect the city itself? People would start to waver in their faith in the arrow.

Coming out of a meeting with the board, he sensed that he had a tail. He stopped, and looked behind his shoulder but no one was there. Whoever was following him was clearly trained, but so was he. He continued to walk however, taking a path that lead to the arrow bunker rather than his home. A few more minutes of this, Queen had had enough of this, and in a quick precise manner, turned and got the follower in a tight grip. "Who are you and what do you want?" He said with a growl.

"Confirmation." The man said with a cheeky grin, "And you have just gave it to us, Arrow. Nice to finally meet you."

Oliver blinked, unaware of what to say. He did the only thing he could think of, he held the man tighter by the neck until he was passed out. He let go before the man could actually die. He wanted the man passed out, not dead. This was his first link to Felicity, and he was not going to let it go without a fight.

What happens next? Find out next time!