**This chapter contains depictions of non-consensual sexual contact

**I appreciate the feedback that has been coming about this story. I realize there is still some confusion about the events that occurred during captivity and this is intentional. I gave the reader only the perspective of an observer in relation to some of the characters' actions because someone with no memory might rely only on what he sees to come to a conclusion. The perception of events, are as important as the events themselves. The previous chapter refers to 'facts' and how selected facts can be presented in a way that doesn't tell the whole truth.

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Closing the door after Amanda Waller left, Felicity had to catch her breath. She didn't like confrontation, especially with someone as dangerous as Waller. She was no hero, and she had no business insulting someone like that. She had told Caitlin that she was going to order Thai food, now she couldn't disappoint herself; not when she was looking forward to it so much. She opened a chilled bottle of Riesling, turned on some music and sipped her glass while she waited for delivery. She looked around her clean, empty apartment and realized she was missing Oliver. She rubbed a hand over her forehead and sighed, he did deserve the whole truth. How could she tell him when she didn't think she could even say the words out loud. There were technical words she could use. There were medical terms, legal terms, euphemisms, and crude jokes that she could use to get the details out.

The doorbell rang and Felicity looked out the window. The delivery truck was parked outside so she peeked out her peephole and answered the door. After paying for her food, she took down a plate and served herself some coconut curry. The food, wine and music didn't distract her from rehashing the events of the last few weeks. She wanted to scream and shout that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she and Oliver had spent one amazing night together before Merlyn started to drug her. She wondered how much of an influence the pheromone had on their relationship afterwards.

Oliver sat with Diggle in one of the tech offices where Lyla had put them. She couldn't remove the recording from the building, and she couldn't give them access to the disk; instead, they were allowed to see a digital copy that had been cleaned and enhanced. She'd said she was surprised when, at the last minute, Amanda Waller had told her to show Oliver the recording.

"I asked Felicity what Merlyn did to her." Oliver said to Diggle when they were alone. "She woke up screaming from a nightmare and I thought something might have happened while I was unconscious. Apparently he gave me Versed to make me more cooperative and gave her a big dose of pheromones and locked us in a room together."

"I thought you were unconscious most of the time." Diggle looked away, as if he remembered something. "When you saw Felicity at the ARGUS lab, she said something funny. She said you were both drugged but she didn't tell you she knew what had happened."

"You knew?"

"Not for sure, she didn't say much," he said, "but she looked pretty roughed up; clothes torn, bruise on her face." He put his hand on Oliver's shoulder. "She said you were drugged and sedated. I thought Merlyn might have done something to her."

"She told me it wasn't my fault. One of the first things she said, in fact, was that it wasn't my fault."

"You think she's trying to protect you?"

"Yeah, but I have to know, either way."

"If you're sure." Diggle pressed play on the video feed. They saw several views of the same room. Eventually, Malcolm Merlyn walked in, carrying Oliver over his shoulder and dumped him on the floor between the bed and the wall. Next he carried Felicity in and laid her on the bed. When she woke they watched her move around the room, eventually discover Oliver and then have the conversation with the assassin and her questions.

"Oliver needs to know what he's capable of." Merlyn's voice sounded thinner, higher pitched on the audio track.

"Did your wife know you're a rapist?" Oliver wanted to cheer for Felicity. She was smart, trying to make the man feel guilt. She reminded him that he'd killed children and that his manipulation of his own daughter made him more responsible than Thea, herself, was for Sara's death.

"She knew," Diggle said, quietly. "She knew what he was going to do."

"I won't ask him to stop." Oliver sat forward on the edge of his seat.

"You could do that. It might stop you from being injured." The earnest sympathy on Merlyn's face made Oliver ill. He listened to her explain that she intended to allow Oliver to kill him without an argument.

Oliver covered his mouth with his hand. Felicity stood, toe to toe with a dangerous man and told him he was the person raping both of them. She was pleading for Oliver as well as herself.

Merlyn apologized and Felicity threw it back at him. Diggle cleared his throat and leaned back in order to move farther back from the screen while Felicity made her desperate efforts to wash and cool her body. They could see her thought process go to escape and eventually, to striking out the only remaining way she could. She worked on the second camera cable when Merlyn issued his threat that he'd need to watch in order to potentially save her. Oliver watched his Felicity snarl her own threat at him.

Watching his own, drugged self doing something he didn't remember was unnerving. Felicity tried to restrain him, using the camera cable and returning to pull the second camera. Her helpless crying made pain twist in his gut. From the point of view of the camera she was pulling, they both saw Oliver free himself from the ineffective restraints and stumble over to her. The man on the screen patted her, gently and swayed, getting a little steadier with each moment on his feet. When she tried to pick up the lamp and table, only to find them un-liftable, she got frustrated.

"What is this place?" Diggle and Oliver both let out weak laughs at the absurdity of her shouted question. The tension needed to be broken while they watched their spunky tech support lady struggle to save herself; watched her crying while he held her, trying to get through to her recent lover, blocking a third camera with an earring and eventually their view was narrowed down to the camera in the bathroom. Zombie Oliver, the nickname he'd given himself, dropped Felicity on the bed, from his shoulder, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. She tried to reason with him, reminding him that he'd hurt her because of Merlyn, and that he hadn't wanted to.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, Oliver, I do, but I don't want to do this in here, with the cameras, and the ketamine."

"You love me. I love you." He saw Diggle look away for a moment when Zombie Oliver began kissing Felicity. He saw her shoulders jerk while she silently cried as he pushed her onto her back, trying to soothe her while undressing her. She had a tightly fisted hand pressing against her eyes.

Zombie Oliver rolled on top of Felicity and unfastened his pants. He felt anger burn in his belly for the stranger who didn't heed her words.

"Please stop, Oliver."

"Kiss me."

"No, Oliver."

"No?" He watched the stranger take her hand and push it between them. Oliver paused the video and he heard Diggle's sharp intake of breath.

"I don't think I can-"

"It's okay, man. I'll go." Diggle left and he re-started the recording. She was telling him she didn't want to do it. Over and over, she said it, remaining outwardly calm as he pulled her onto his lap and stood up, not appearing to notice her pulling away from him. He stepped to the wall and he could see only himself and her hands on his shoulders; her legs at his waist. He had to stop the recording and lean over, feeling light-headed and nauseous when he heard her frantic pleas.

Oliver on the screen put Felicity down and grabbed her hair with a quick jerk. He was surprised to see himself recover, shortly afterward and run to the bathroom. The mirror camera showed him his physical state of readiness as he splashed water on himself and re-fastened his pants. Dunking his head, and eventually going back out into the room. He was a little relieved to see what looked like re-gaining control. Felicity filled him in on the details of what was happening. He was off-camera and didn't see himself again until the little blonde jumped to her feet and backed up. She literally cowered against the wall while his other self shouted at her, and then threw her on the bed, following her to the other side when she scrambled away.

Watching Felicity being assaulted was bad enough, knowing his hands had torn her shirt, thrown her down so that her glasses bruised her face, and eventually pulled her to the floor while removing her underwear was agonizing. He couldn't see everything that was happening, but Felicity's comment that he'd made an effort to look realistic seemed true. Her screams, nevertheless, continued to ring in his ears long after she quieted down and after the apparent collapse resulted in Malcolm Merlyn coming into the room. He was surprised that it was Felicity, herself who eventually had the final solution. Drugged Oliver was clearly weak and barely holding onto his rational mind.

When the strike with the glass shard had come, Felicity had scrambled over the bed and started for the door, only to turn around, surprised, and pick up the tranquilizer gun from where Merlyn had dropped it. She shot him with it before half-lifting and helping a staggering Oliver from the room, shutting it behind them. She'd told him that he'd saved them. He stopped the recording and closed his eyes, feeling unfamiliar stinging behind his eyelids. Although he'd lured Malcolm into the room and stabbed him, everything Felicity had done from the moment she woke up was to try to save them.

Escape hadn't been possible so she'd attempted to remove Merlyn's access to them. She'd restrained Zombie Oliver, she'd tried to talk to him calmly and, despite her continued protests, she hadn't fought him. He wondered about that and returned the recording to the moment when they were both at the wall; Felicity held by his drugged self. There was something about the sudden, frantic crying after he'd told she smelled good. He'd spoken the words and then dropped his head back, mouth slightly open and muscles tensing up. He choked back the bile that rose in his throat and watched it again.

Oliver left the tech room looking pale and barely felt Diggle's hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, Oliver?"

"I have to talk to her," he said, hoarsely. "I need to get some answers."