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Previously: Chloe's not pregnant to Lex's hell spawn :) She updated Lex with the summary of Oliver and Arrow. She came up with a few theories of how to catch our heart throb vigilante. Dear Chloe has now moved to Metropolis and is living in Luthor's penthouse away from the devil himself. A few visits to some tailoring shops to start her lead and she came across a wildly mysteriously mysterious 42nd street hint. Queen called for a date :) And Lex told her to tell a terrible story that her scars were from her own father. Poor Chloe.

And now; time for some B&E with a lovely leather clad chappy :)

Chapter Fifteen; Different types of demons

'His secrets, privacy... my pathological inability to curb my curiosity' –Chloe Sullivan (Season two, Episode Lineage)

Taylor's tailoring closed at 5pm, Chloe waited until dark and stood in the shadow of the opposing building, by the back entrance, draining another cup of coffee from the vendor in the main city. She'd walked tonight, it wasn't too far and she felt like some fresh air, and some street sellers coffee mix. She'd chosen a cinnamon blend tonight, to warm her in the slight breeze.

Her hair held in the bun, all except the few strands that framed her face, lifting off her skin in the rare drifts of wind between the buildings.

Chloe finished the cup, tossing it into the trash and walking around the buildings to reach the employee entrance. As she stood, measuring her target door up and down, she had a visitor.

"You know, I got stood up last night." Arrow's voice came to her ears. As much as she expected herself to be annoyed, she actually found herself happy for the company. She turned, spotting in him striding out of the shadows.

"Strange, I was expecting a phone call that never came yesterday too." Although, yes, she had forgotten about it until he'd phoned and excused himself.

"Did your caller happen to move house and not tell you where?" Chloe grinned, leaning back on the wall and crossing her arms over her chest smugly.

"No, apparently he had a business problem to solve and was stuck in board meetings all day and night."

"'Apparently'" he repeated questioningly. "You don't believe him?"

"He breathes, it's a good sign he's a liar."

"Someone coloured you cynical." he judged, stepping closer to her, his hands resting on the banister than framed the stairs she stood on.

"At least my colouring doesn't blend in with a forest." She smirked.

"I see you found your good mood again." he observed. "Not a single accusation."

"Yet." she added for him. "The night is still young."

"As it is. So, what brings you to this dark corner of the world?"

"Well, if you must know, I'm just dying for another ride on your motorcycle." she answered sarcastically, adding a melodramatic fawn for his pleasure.

"I owe you more than a ride on my bike darlin'" he grinned, leaning on the railing in a way she could only describe as seductive. "But the real reason?"

"I'm definitely not going to break into here if that's what you're thinking. I just really like the way this wall feels against my back." He smirked in reply, no doubt imagining a previous time she'd been backed against a wall in his presence.

"And the set of tools in your back pocket?"

"Stretching them out. New jeans." she lied smoothly, pushing from the wall and deciding to get on with the job at hand. She withdrew said set of tools and lowered herself to the lock's height, letting Arrow stare at her backside.

"So, what did Taylor's tailoring do to annoy the little blonde spitfire?" She turned to him for a second, would there be something on his face? Worry that she was closing in on him? He didn't show anything on his features, but without his eyes, she couldn't tell for sure.

"They may have a lead."

"A lead? On me you mean?" he guessed, rounding the iron fencing to stand at the bottom of the steps, watching her work the lock.

"Don't flatter yourself." she teased, flashing a quick look his way.

"That's a yes."

"Call it whatever you like Jolly Green." Her attention was once again claimed by the twisting, trying to hold the pin in the right place to free the lock.

"I think I'm safe calling it breaking and entry."

"You got something to hide in there Arrow?" she teased again, the tip of her tongue poking through her pink lips as she fiddled the lock once more.

"No, just that there's an alarm on that door, and a police station within a five minute drive."

"Honestly Greenie, no faith." Chloe grinned a second later, hearing the click of her lock.

A sweet victory.

"You're telling me you are going to hack a computer for evidence on me, which considering how I function would be heavily buried, and then get out without leaving a trace, within five minutes?"

Chloe laughed softly, musical almost. Her hand reached for the handle and she pushed open the door, no alarm to be heard.

"No Leather Fetish," she cooed. "I'm telling you I know how to disarm a cheap alarm." She grinned and stepped inside. "You're welcome to commit a crime with me if you like." she called back to him as she started up the computer.

"If this is how you treat you dates, then Oliver Queen is in for a treat." he commented, but stepped into the establishment.

"One; this isn't a date. Two; Queen is none of your business." she corrected, wandering the store, browsing the goods she had already seen in daylight. It felt so strange to stand in the same spot where she'd agreed to go on a date with Queen, yet discuss him with Arrow. It was like the ghost of their phone call was giving her a chill.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Arrow scope the room.

"Aren't you worried about security cameras?" he asked.

"I would be if they were on. But my skill set is wide." She'd cut them with the alarm. There was nothing here to track them.

"Your skill set wide enough to come with a password for this thing?" Arrow hovered over the computer.

Chloe turned back from her browsing, nudging him out of the way so she could see the computer screen. Arrow didn't move far, just let her come between the computer and him. He stood watching over her, closer than lovers.

Chloe slipped a hand behind her, a smile on her lips. Her hand felt the rush of leather over the back of it, the cotton of her coat over the front and she slipped it again into her back pocket to retrieve her magic black box used for such occasions. Her fingers grasped, but other fingers came around her wrist, holding her hand where it was.

"You and me have other business to finish you know."

"So we do." she agreed. "Now is hardly the time though." She turned her head the slightest amount, seeing no more than the edge of his hood. His lips were quick to attack, pressing to her exposed neck, fluttering kisses up and down her sensitive skin, his grip on her hand tightened, pulling her closer to his body.

The smallest gasp slipped from her lips, his other arm snaking around to pull her closer and hold her there, she felt like she could melt in his arms.

She'd forgotten the rush, forgotten the pleasure that soared through her, all until it flashed bright, burning her nerves.

"I could take you here." His words came out darkly, a roll of his hips against her demonstrating his point. "I could fuck you right here." His words flooded her, her stomach turned the familiar route of lust, her chest felt heavier, like it needed to be touched, her legs begged for his hands to explore between them.
Her mind told her to dare him, it told her to let go of everything and succumb, live in the passion. She bit her lip, keeping the words inside and holding onto her power that remained with both hands.

"I have a job to do." she spoke, unaware of how breathy the words sounded to him.

"You're right. I can wait." he remarked, his hands letting her free and suddenly his front was no longer flush against her.

She withdrew the black box from her back pocket, suddenly feeling very empty and bereft. Through her dizzy mind, she listened to his footsteps crossing the floor, he didn't leave, just scouted the store. She was ashamed to say it took her a few seconds longer than usual to figure out what she was doing previously, but it came back and she inserted the wire from the box into the USB port of the computer. A push of its button and the cracker was working through the password.

"So when?" Arrow spoke, his fingers running over the same fabric she'd admired earlier in the day.

"When what?"

"When do I get you?" he asked, turning back to her.

"Soon." she offered.

"Soon?" he repeated. "That's very vague of you Blondie." He crossed his arms over his chest, her eyes caught on the way his biceps seemed to bulge, the way his posture seemed to radiate masculinity. Everything about him was just so… raw male.

Primal instinct to fuck him started to tick in her.

The memory of his hands on her, the memory of her own cries of pleasure echoed in her ears.

The paling of Lex after she'd had a single orgasm from this creature of the night.

And oh God she wanted him again.

Her teeth came back, biting her lip as her mind took her on a wild ride down the best parts of memory lane.

"Damn woman." he suddenly cursed. She jumped a minute amount, not expecting his words, nor the speed in which he crossed the room to her.

He practically knocked her off her feet and caught her to collide with his own body, his lips smashing against her own and stirring up a mass of 'oh my god' in her head.

Her hands latched onto him, grasping the bicep, holding his head to keep his lips pressed to hers.

He was delightful, he was like air after drowning.

Her pulse echoed in her ears, her blood crashed against her skin, making every touch of his wandering hands seem like it was necessary for her survival, she never wanted anyone as much as in that moment.

Her heart felt like it had slipped between her legs, pounding and throbbing for a touch.

"You'll be the death of me." he swore, taking his lips from her to trail down her neckline and into her cleavage, parting the coat, pushing away the blouse that covered her.

Braless today, and oh god how he loved her for it. His mouth closed around her left nipple and she cried out in pleasure. She'd always had sensitive breasts, sensitive nipples that reacted to the slightest of touches. Her mind flashed back to the alley where he'd first touched her like this, pinned to the wall, unable to touch back like she wanted. But now, now she could touch.

She slid a hand between their bodies and cupped the firm erection concealed in the leather. Big, thick…

Her desire sky rocketed, fuck the shop, fuck the computer, she wanted him. It took no more than a second for Chloe to hook her leg around his, place her heel to the inside of his knee and take him to the floor. He landed with a grunt, but his hands still held her, his mouth still attacked her and as she held herself above him she could think of nothing but riding him right then and there.

Her hair fell from its place, more strands framing her face, he didn't care, he brushed them back, taking her lips in such passion she feared they'd bruise. His tongue danced with hers, drawing her further to share his ache.

Her ache seemed to throb in her groin, a throb that turned into an unconscious rocking motion against his erection.

Oh, she wanted it so bad, she had waited, she'd been a good girl.

He was everything she needed in that moment and he was happy to give.

Groans left him, the movement of her hips driving him past insanity.

He rolled her over, his lips back to her nipples that begged for more attention. The praise he got for paying such attention would be forever locked in his memory, she moaned like a bitch in heat as he touched her peaked nipple. He palmed the other, rolling the pebbled peak and stirring her lust past anything sane. Her fingers clawed at him desperate for release, desperate for him.

Then Chloe jumped, feeling a vibration against her thigh, it wasn't her phone. Her eyes opened, looking at Arrow as he stopped motion and groaned.

"Fuck sake." His hand came from her breast and he lifted himself from her, intending to turn off the phone. Except, it was Cyborg. He hoped to god it was him calling to say there was nothing to do tonight.

"Seriously?" she asked, seeing his battle and lack of decline to the call.

"I'm on duty Blondie."

"And I'm underneath you. Is this really that hard a choice?"

Arrow seemed to growl in his sigh and answered the call, still keeping above her, preventing her from moving.

"What? And this better be good." Chloe smiled at the anger in his voice. "You did? Send Impulse and Canary." Chloe couldn't hear anything more than a mouse's voice, unable to make out any words. All she could gather was that something was going down and Arrow was organising his other teammates. "You better be kidding…" Arrow grumbled, looking down at Chloe as she lay beneath him, breathing off her lust and anger. "Where the hell is Boyscout?!" Arrow was angry, that was no doubt. "You fucking owe me." Arrow ended the call and looked down at his vixen.

Chloe already knew the words he needed to say. Work called. It always did. If anyone, she could understand that. There are opportunities that are time sensitive and they didn't really understand that you were busy.

"You really owe me." she spoke, a slight smile on her lips.

"Trust me. I wish it was different."

"Yeah. I can understand that."

"If there weren't lives on the line, I'd b-"

"I get it. I do." She smiled and pressed a soft quick kiss to his lips. "Go save the world honey." She smirked.

Arrow chuckled, lifting himself to stand and offering her the hand up. She accepted gratefully. "Go. They'll be another night for me and you." she promised, seeing the hesitance in his posture.

He picked his bow from the ground where it had somehow been placed, or lost, during their… 'excitement'. He was quick to the door, but paused for her.

"Blondie." Her eyes clicked up from straightening her blouse. "I don't get my suits here. That, I promise you." And he was gone, the roar of his motorbike breaking the silence in the streets.

It took Chloe a few minutes to right herself and clear her mind, as much as she believed his statement, she had to be thorough. The password had been dealt with a long while ago and she surfed through details on the computer, her memory carrying on with her imagination as to what would have happened.

True to his word, Arrow did not buy his suits here, they didn't even work with leather. Chloe sighed, but relocked the door and re-wired the security alarm and video feed for the store. She usually didn't bother, just called it in as a break-in to the cops and they'd make the place safe. But for some reason, she felt like doing something good.

Chloe went to sleep late, and woke late, as it was logical. But heavily inconvenient, she had plans to speak to Alfie. He may be old and shuffling around on a leg that didn't agree with him in the cold months, but he was a well of information. People seemed to ignore the old man when talking about business, he wouldn't be a problem for them they always assumed. And he wasn't, the people who he told the information to however, they were very much so a problem.

First, she would see Alfie, find out anything she could about 42nd street.

Then, well it was logical to either go to the address he told, or keep looking around people until they told her more information if Alfie had none.

After that; back home, shower, hair, dress and date. Her stomach warmed at the last though. But her mind tapped twice to get her attention and pointedly coughed at the 'plan'. Her brain was right, her night didn't end there, once she was inside the lair of Queen, she'd fuck the life out of him, and wake at 3am to have a good snoop and photo session of his belongings, then back into his bed like she'd been there all along.

Easy.

Chloe smiled, reciting over the three important parts to her already late starting day; Alfie, 42nd and Oliver.

Chloe waved off the guard, knowing she would not be needing them today, the neighbourhood didn't accept guards easily, it meant you were important, which meant kidnappers could profit from you, or cops would come following your footsteps if you died. It closed mouths and stopped tongues. Hell, even the car you arrive in could clear a crowd… if it lasts long enough to be seen before it's stolen that is.

Alfie was out on the porch when she arrived, he grinned as he saw her, cigar stubbed in the ash tray that explained the aroma. The shotgun lay to his left, he always seemed to like it on his left, despite being right handed. He claimed it was just the way he was taught, she claimed he was mixed up in the head. A lazy golden Labrador in the same stage of life as the old man lifted its head.

"Ah, relax girl, she ain't gunna harm ya."

"Where'd you get the dog?"

"I didn't." he grumbled. "She found me. Half dead and starved, broken leg and other signs of a shitty ass owner."

"She looks good."

"Don't you start making friends with my dog now." he grumbled. "You come back to town and think you can just waltz right back into your friendships. A social visit would be nice. And don't you start feeding me some bull about this being a social visit."

Chloe smiled shyly. "Argh. Fine, whaddya want lass?"

"I've got some business finding a tailor on 42nd street. Can you give me any further details?"

"Yeah. There ain't one!" he hissed, standing from his chair. The lab stood as well, evidence of her old broken leg clear as she took a slight limp, following the old man inside. "What you want a flippin' tailor for anyway?" His continuation of the conversation cleared up if he wanted her to follow or not. Chloe smiled, pacing the distance and heading to the kitchen.

"Business." she simply spoke, settling herself into the closest chair, absently rubbing the old dogs ears as she came closer.

"Two-way street." The old man just grumbled, flipping on the kettle and reaching down a cup. Chloe waved off the offer, she'd just drained a mug on her way here and adding more to the already scary total wouldn't do any good. Especially considering she'd only been up for a few hours. "Gotta give something to receive." he reminded her.

"I need Green Arrow's identity to trade for my contract." she breathed, knowing Alfie would tell no-one else.

"Finally found a way out huh?" he admired the work, but paused, hand over the herbal teabags he'd decided to try. "Green Arrow though? He's not exactly running with the bad crowd."

"Hence the reward." she uttered, focussing on the dog instead as she stumbled into lying down over Chloe's feet. Chloe smiled, continuing to pet the soft fur.

"Heard you got work with Chan again."

"Same as usual. Good money for one night's work." she explained, not that she needed to.

"He's still bad news."

"Name someone on my contact list who isn't." she challenged with a laugh.

"And this tailor?" he prompted, answering the click of the kettle and pouring himself the tea.

"I figured if I could find who makes his costume, I'd find him." she summarised, watching carefully as he shuffled his way into the chair opposite. The dog lifted her head, and upon seeing her new master she sprawled out under the table, feeling safe again.

Chloe remembered being the stray Alfie had taken in, he never could say no to a woman in trouble. She remembered the same feeling of safety from being around him. She smiled at the animal, ignoring the fact she had identified with a dog. Her eyes lifted to Alfie, he still wore the same impatient grin, pulling more words from her mouth that she hadn't thought she'd have to give. "A store clerk at one of the tailoring shops had some people come in looking for custom jobs, when her store couldn't do it, she had overheard them talking about visiting 42nd street afterwards."

"There's only one place on 42nd street I've heard of that would even be of interest, most are just old family houses. But that's only just come onto my radar… and it sure didn't sound like a tailoring shop." He narrowed his eyes at her, his grey bushy eyebrows sinking low.

"Where is it?" Chloe asked, positively glowing at the thought of closing in. Her lead was pure luck and was about to pay off BIG time.

"No way. I'm not saying a word." He drank from his tea then proceeded to keep his lips sealed shut.

"You know how much I need this." Her brain had ran through every way of breaking the man and she was down to her only option; guilting. "Don't you want me to finally be free of Lex?!"

"How can you even ask that?!" His mug slammed down to the table a little harder than what could be classed as controlled. Chloe felt the dog lift its head again, curious and scared. "I care for you Chloe, you know I do, and that's exactly why I'm not saying a word. Nothing good will come from that place."

"It's my only chance." He said nothing. "Please?"

"Trust me, I'm doing you a favour, and that place has nothing to do with tailoring."

"Then let me cross it off my list!" she pleaded, her body leaned across the table, her hands held to pray but without a thought of God.

"I promised your father I'd keep you safe."

"And the longer I stay under Lex's orders the safer I am?" she questioned and he hated her for it.

A cold silence took hold of the room, eyes battled in wills until the old man finally tore away.

"You're a damn nuisance, like a frickin' pit bull on a pant leg." he grumbled, his resolve tumbling down. "You'll take a gun, and mace if you go."

"Always do." She smiled.

"Chloe…" His voice was hurt, tortured to even think about telling her something that could lead somewhere so bad. "Remember this kind of information came from the sleazy kind of scum that even the bottom of the barrel was too good for."

"I probably won't even have to go inside, just take a look through the window. Just the information and I'll see what I can do without even stepping inside." she lied smoothly. Years of practice had honed her skills of dishonesty.

"Fine, but I'm only telling you because I know you'll end up selling your soul for it otherwise."

"My appreciation is indescribable."

"Yeah yeah." he grunted. His eyes met hers again but he closed them tight and stared down at the table. "Red door." he sighed, regretting it in the same instant.

"That's it?"

"What more do you want?!" he snapped. "It's the damn house with the red door!" he grunted, losing interest in the tea and pushing it aside.

"Thank you." Her words were warm, her hand reached out to lay over his old wrinkled one.

"Yeah, you better find something worthwhile from this, and I swear if you die because of this place I'm going to make your eternal damnation the worst thing imaginable as soon as I join you."

"How about we both concentrate on living for now" she laughed, giving his hand a friendly squeeze.

"I'm not that old you know! Cheeky swine." But he coughed out another laugh.

Chloe spent the rest of her afternoon with Alfie, catching up, arguing, laughing and watching the horse racing as he grumbled about the bet he hadn't placed. Just like the old days, she mused.

She left a little after 6pm, just enough time in her mind to investigate the mysterious red door, if only to drive by and observe and then go back and get a shower, do something with her hair and meet Queen. She smiled at the latter, throwing her car into drive and following her inner compass to 42nd street.

In all honesty, she hadn't quite expected the street to be so long, but even then, there was only one house boasting a flaking red door.

Chloe stopped the car, groaning aloud at the bordered windows.

Had she missed them?

Had they moved somewhere else?

Just as she was about to drive on and call it a bust, she caught the red door open at the corner of her eyes.

"Come back anytime!" A third man appeared in the door, chuckling to what Chloe presumed were customers. She saw the door close and watched the two men grin to each other, discussing their 'purchase'.

"Now that's what you call good service." The both laughed aloud, poised by the car as they waited for a truck to drive past.

"Good service?!" the other repeated. "That was fantastic, talk about 'made to order'. Fucking expensive-" The other man nodded, but with a grin on his face.

Another car passed and Chloe got the sinking feeling that despite the words, it wasn't quite what she thought it to be.

But… surely it was just a feeling. She could always go ask.

Alarm bells kicked off inside her mind. The way they spoke, the fact two men had left a 'tailoring shop' together… the bordered windows. It didn't add up right.

Chloe flashed a glance to the clock, 6:34, she had plenty of time to investigate.

Her eyes went back to the door, and then to the car as it pulled out, and then they narrowed in on the passengers curious gaze at her and his nudging to his friend as they drove past her. Probably just admiring the view. But a minute later, as she was summing up her decision regarding the place, she saw two large men exit the red door and bee-line straight for her car.

The alarm bells blared at her, this was bad, this was trouble. She started up the car again, but quicker than she could put the car in drive the man was knocking on her window, the other rounding the front of her car. Maybe she could talk her way out of this, she thought as the option of running him over seemed illogical. She rolled down her window just a fraction.

"Can I help you?" she asked, trying to shut up the ringing of danger inside her head.

"Thought we might be able to help you actually, you seem interested in the place." he nodded his head towards the house with the red door.

"Just browsing properties, I'm in the market for a new home." Her lies came easily, but the boys didn't believe them.

"That so? You can come in and look around if you like. We're friendly enough." The silent man on her passenger side chuckled darkly, just enough for her to hear and feel the pull of dread in her stomach.

"Actually, I should be getting home."

"Nonsense." Before she could find another lie, her silent visitor put his elbow through her passenger window and flipped the switch to unlock the doors. In the same moment, she felt herself pulled through her door, the seatbelt thrown off and no care given for her safety. She felt to the tarmac, her arm snagged in the secure grip of her capture as he half dragged and half carried her towards the house.

Chloe screamed, she kicked, she threw her body weight around but the street didn't reply and the men didn't care. The red door opened and she was pulled through, finding a spot in her vision to watch as the other man relocked her car and carried her bag inside.

And that was the moment Chloe knew she was screwed. That, and then the next moment when she was dragged into a smaller cell-like room and handcuffed by one hand to a waist height railing that wrapped the entire room. The door slammed leaving her alone and handcuffed.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck a fucking duck…

Why? She asked herself.

Why had she not just ran the man over and drove off like her gut begged her to.

But no, Chloe just couldn't let it go.

"Jesus Christ Chlo" she muttered to herself. What had she got herself into? Because this definitely wasn't a tailoring business.

Oh Alfie was going to be livid if she died here. Not to mention she'd be a little more than pissed at herself. Sure her occupation was brushing with death on a daily basis, but she always had a handle on things, and it was always nothing more than a passing greeting kind of relationship she had with her own demise. This was a great big introduction and shared food kind of occasion she was having.

Speaking of, was it rude to ask them to get a move on with freeing her? She did have dinner plans with Queen, which she was kind of looking forward to.

Her head fell into her free hand pitying herself, when her fingers came across the answer to her prayers; hair grips!

She shot a thank you up to whoever was listening and watching over her and freed her shorter hairs and took the bobbypin to her handcuffs.

23 seconds was her fastest speed, that was a holding cell in Romania.

Now, with death on the line she had a little more pressure and the clock kept ticking.

Just as she felt herself reaching her goal of freedom her prison door opened and in stepped three men, the two from before, with grins on their face and a lanky little shit dressed in a suit too baggy to have been measured properly- there goes all remaining theory of tailoring- and they stood before her. The guards (Chloe named them one and two- one being her talkative kidnapper and two being the one she should have run over before he brutalised her car) stepped forward and held her again, withdrawing the bobby pin and pulling all other accessories from her hair and pockets.

"Charlotte Maine, Rachel Rodgers, Andrea Mills, Sabrina Flox and Helen Zophres." And they had been through her bag clearly, all her ID's listed as above. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Charlotte works for me." she answered wittily, her hair messed across her face, her body thrown around by the guards as they checked her pockets.

"And who do you work for Charlotte? FBI? Metropolis PD?" The leader asked again, the bored tone in his voice.

"No-one." she answered plain and honest- well, honest to his question line. She saw the raised eyebrow of her interrogator and that was all the warning she got before a guard's hand came down with a crack across her cheek. Chloe hissed out the pain, keeping her face down and pinning the abuse to guard two who stood closest.

"I will not tolerate lying." The leader corrected her. "Who do you work for?"

"You've clearly been through my bag, you saw no badge because there isn't one!" she snapped, already pissed off with this. She was way in over her head and had no escape route in her mind.

"Say I believe that, what other purpose do you have sitting outside staring at my door." She had to admit, this wasn't going to be easy to explain.

"I was looking for someone."

"Looking for someone" he repeated, this seeming to have hit a nerve. "Whoever you are looking for, she's not here." she's … what did that mean?

"I never said she" Chloe spoke.

"Then who are you looking for?" He seemed genuinely interested… or maybe that was faked, she couldn't really tell with the throbbing across her face.

"I'm hired to uncover Green Arrow's identity, I got a tip to try here."

"And who hired you?"

"I don't know, I got an email and money wired to me." she lied easily, trained to protect Lex on an instinctual level.

"So, what you're saying is no-one knows you're here." His words started to piece with other things she'd heard, something was making sense in the back of her mind, something nasty and dangerous for her safety. Chloe lifted her head and met him eye to eye.

"Fucking try it." she dared. He grinned and a hand came down across her face again, pretty much the same spot as before. At least number two had good aim.

"Put her in her own cell, she'll fetch in money with a resistance like hers." And the man turned to leave.

"Hey! You bastard, what the hell sick scam you running here?!" she snarled, knowing it would earn her another hit. It did. This time on the other side of her face. But he stopped as she'd desired and words tumbled from him.

"Even got bored of living life as normal Charlotte? Ever wanted a bit more fight from your prey?" What the hell was he on about? "You seem to be a little too resistant though." He turned to his men, "Question her and break her in a little, no man would want to come near her like she is." And the final piece clicked, her mind retreated to the back corner in fear. Her voice seemed to go too.

"You're selling women…" Her words were broken, but she heard the truth as she spoke it.

"I'm selling sex, however people are willing to pay for it." The leader lowered himself to meet her eyes. "The last girl broke a little too quick for my customer's liking. Somehow I think you'll be my prize earner." With a sadistic smile, he took his exit leaving her with the two men.

She kicked and she screamed, she fought and she even managed to hit them several times, but in the end she was bound with zipties around both hands and feet and thrown over number one's shoulder as he took her upstairs.

Chloe screamed until she saw into the first windowed door, easy from her height. A woman tied to a bed, whipped and bleeding by a man dressed head to toe in black PVC.

Welcome to hell…

Chloe was thrown into her own room, no care for her body hitting the old rotten wood, no care for putting her on the bed that stood only a metre away. The door shut and locked behind the men, but she knew they'd be back, they had questions, and her will to break.

All she could think about was Lionel, standing over her, belt in hand, lashes struck onto her back. And she thought she was free. She let a dark laugh consume her mind, no-one who's lived her life ever gets free.

Chloe sat in the silence, making her first discovery. Sound proof rooms, not even so much as a cry from the girl down the hall being beaten within her life.

Bolt locks, from the outside, she next noted remembering the ominous sound of her imprisonment.

No window, just a bulb on a wire hanging from the ceiling. Chloe shuffled herself upright, her wrists burned though had only been tied for mere minutes, her ankles were squeezed together and she didn't dare try to move her feet and force them to wiggle any.

Not to mention she was coming off her coffee buzz.

The thought barely left in a fleeting passage when the door re-opened, the two guards from before and then this other man, a greasy looking sack of shit that dragged a chair in with him, a piece of paper on the clipboard that no doubt made him feel special.

Chloe summed this was just a twisted version of an interrogation and she knew how to deal with those. Story-telling. Lies. More stories. Wasting their time. It got you beaten, but you kept your secrets secret. Except the first question threw her entirely.

"Your named will be Pixie for now, men will re-name you as they please. Answer every question and you won't meet any more abuse." The greasy scum paused and the guards stepped to either side of her, her punishment and incentive clear. "How many sexual partners have you had?" Chloe blinked, her brain automatically trying to count up.

"None of your fucking business." she called back. A boot slammed into her thigh, she cried out, dropping to the floor. A hand came to either side of her, reverting her back to her original position.

"How many sexual partners have you had?" he asked again, his slimy eyes looking her up and down.

"Depends if you count kicking men's dicks with my heels when they look at me like you do." She earned herself another boot to her thigh, again she fell, her cries of pain nothing to the men, if anything they seemed to enjoy it. A stray tear slid down her cheek, trying to soothe the earlier burning of her face.

"I don't. Including anything from sexual touching to sexual play, how many sexual partners have you had?"

"I've lost count." she sarcastically replied. He wrote something on his clipboard, accepting the answer.

"Are you, or have you ever been married?"

"No." she scoffed the answer, feeling no need to evade it.

"Current address of living?" Chloe tensed, seeing another boot in her future. If she spoke the truth, she'd be tied back to Lex, Lex would be targeted, and she'd be definitely killed.

"I was living at Mary's." she started, spinning a story. "But then her cat made me keep sneezing, you know the kind of sneezing that isn't healthy, so I went to the doctors, and it's such a cute cat, so I was sad to hear I was allergic. But Mary told me about this health spa that cured allergies, so I was at that place for a while, until I moved back in with Mary, but the cat just kept-" A fist slammed into her stomach, cutting of her words and forcing her to curl to gasp for air.

"We're going to be here a while it seems, Pixie." The sick grin she'd seen on the boss came back on her interviewer.

Oliver stepped from the shower, curling the towel around his waist as he walked back to the bedroom. That workout had been everything he'd needed from his day, as much as he liked the work he did at Queen Industries, he hated the politics that came with it. Board meetings were the bane of his existence.

But tonight, he'd finally crack open the nutshell that was Chloe. He grinned at his reflection. He was dying to kiss her again. Things had moved a little fast as Arrow, but her kisses were addictive, he could give up sex as Queen, but her kisses, he'd dreamed of her lips for God's sake. And he'd have those lips again by the end of the night.

He tugged some jeans and a shirt from the closet, knowing she wouldn't be the type to want him in a suit all the time; she was a casual cool. He smiled at his choice and sat down on the bed in just the towel. He had a good feeling about tonight. Shame about his favourite car, somehow he thought she'd like it, but she lived with Lex, luxury wasn't important to her. Besides, he had a hunch she was the one behind its sudden demise.

Time ticked onwards and with a 15 minute drive (depending on traffic) ahead Oliver slipped the watch over his wrist, and picked the keys from the dish next to his door. A final look to the TV's reflective surface and he deemed himself worthy of a date with Chloe.

Oliver made good time to the restaurant, but time kept moving onwards.

He drummed his fingers against the restaurant table, was she late? Was his watch fast? He only had to look at the nervously hovering waiter to gain his attention.

"Yes Sir, do you wish to order?"

"Do you have the time?" Oliver just asked instead. The waiter nodded, looked down at Oliver's expensive watch sitting idle on his wrist, but obliged the request anyway. He stretched out his arm to reveal the undecorated time keeper his father had bought him for his 29th birthday. Nothing akin to Oliver's own, but it kept time well.

"8:04 Sir." he answered politely. Oliver nodded. He had said 8 hadn't he?

…He did say 8, right?

"Anything else Sir?" Oliver awoke from his senseless doubt.

"No. Thank you."

The waiter bowed himself out and Oliver made a mental note to give him a tip to smile about when he left.

Where was the woman? Sure, heels and make-up and hair took a long time to perfect, but she didn't seem like the kind to be late because her hair didn't fall right.

Yes, woman did enjoy fashionably late, but surely not her, and not with him. Usually his dates were always here before him, applying a third layer of lipstick and pouting for the washroom mirror.

Then again, this was Chloe, she probably just wanted to make him stew in some twisted form of payback for kidnapping her the last time he saw her. He chuckled to himself and sat back in the booth.

Chloe laid on the wooden floor, not a single spot on her body didn't ache, not a single spot hadn't been beaten or bruised.

The price of secrecy, and she had far too many secrets to remain bruise free. She'd answered most questions and they'd finally skipped certain ones after she hadn't given an honest answer after seven beatings. They left her alone in the silence for what seemed like hours, and then they'd returned, re-trying the questions she was determined not to answer. She'd just punished herself further, but there were things some people could never know. Eventually they gave in, realising her will power was too strong and no number of beatings would crack her. Yet.

So here she was, back in the painful silence.

Chloe tried to sit up, but everything pulled, everything ached, the tears would start anew if she carried on. She'd only just managed to stop them , so she laid back down again. Someone would come. Lex would call, track her perhaps. She half wished she hadn't removed her GPS from her phone… But he'd call places, he's find her.

And then there was Arrow. He always had the perfect timing.

Okay, so perfect would have been before she was used to relieve some stress and tension, but now was pretty damn good too. He would probably be running rooftops right now. He would come. Of course he would come. He always did, he always would.

He'd save her.

He wouldn't let anything happen to her.

He was probably on his way right now.

Oliver tapped out another rhythm on the table with his fingers. He knew she wasn't exactly excited about it, but this late?

She wasn't coming; his brain spoke up. She was just messing with him. She just wanted him off her back. Oliver took another look to the door. Maybe she was late. Maybe there was bad traffic. Maybe there-

… He sighed. He was hoping for nothing. He'd been stood up.

Oliver Queen had been stood up.

There was front page news… it had never happened. All he wanted to do was go home.

But, if she's late. If she had a fashion disaster, or her car broke down. Anything could have happened. He looked to the door again. Traffic was pretty slow, maybe there'd been an accident on the roads that was slowing her down.

Another 30 minutes he agreed with himself, another 30 minutes he swore as he looked at his watch again. He'd give her that much, then he'd go home and call it what it was. 30 minutes, then home. He didn't even have the energy to bother beating anyone up or save anyone if she wasn't coming. He just felt… broken.

The door unlocked again and Chloe felt her heart sink when it wasn't the green leather she'd prayed for.

"Boss told us to break you in Pixie."

It was number two, and two others she hadn't seen. The door closed and locked behind them. These men were to star as the villains in this chapter of her life… just how close to the end of the book was she. Would this be the brutal ending no-one expected? Or, was this just the middle, that had the danger before the chapters of wonderful brilliance where she lived happily ever after?

"We get to break you any way we choose."

"Prepare you for customers who'll pay good money"

But they leant against the wall in a group and didn't advance… yet.

"I wanna start. I wanna see how much she squeals like a whore."

"Bet she bucks like a fucking pony. Gunna be a sweet ride."

Chloe looked up from the floor, as much as she didn't want to, there was no way to block out their voices. She was forced to listen as they verbally and very vocally discussed their plan to rape her.

She bit back the tears.

She'd fight any way she could.

She'd fight until she was dead before she let that happen.

Lionel's threats of rape always terrified her, but she knew it's all they were, threats. He couldn't get his rocks off like that, but these men… they could. It wasn't just a terror tactic.

But she wasn't just going to lie down and let them have their way, no, she'd fight, tooth and nail until Arrow arrived and freed her.

He was probably right above them now, changing his knock out arrows for deadlier ones. Or maybe he was planning to capture them, torture them for weeks on end for even daring to think such things about her. Arrow would come. He'd be here in the next few minutes. He'd break down the door, kill everyone and carry her to safety. It was what he did. She could rely on him for that.

Oliver sighed, 5 minutes had already passed and he'd left several voicemails on a turned off phone. He'd got the message… but still he planned to sit there for another 25… Hell, maybe he'd just walk himself to a bar after this. But he promised himself he'd give her the extra half hour, and that he would. His eyes met his watch, it was slowly creeping closer and closer to 9pm. But she had another 25 minutes left and he wouldn't move a muscle.

Chloe didn't have any choice but to listen to the developing plan of her own abuse. She had less than a few minutes before men started to get inpatient in this planning and clothes started to come off… hers… she closed her eyes and squeezed them tight, praying Arrow would finally arrive.

"I'm getting bored of all this talking. Let's show the bitch a good time, eh?" Chloe's demons had made up their mind, her tears broke free from her willpower. The first contestant stepped forward, his dark shadow looming over her cowered form.

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So, I finally got around to editting my previous chapters and putting in this stupid end of chapter X line thing... it was needed since I decided to put in line breaks for where the plot/scene changes.

Trust me, I'm not happy about this. Plus, it took me forever to get through all the chapters... seriously, i've written THAT much?

Anyhoo, hoped you liked it, I know it's not the date you wanted. But when this date does happen, I think you'll be very happy with what has been written. I am :)

Review if you feel it.
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(Many thanks to reviewer 'theruckus' for highlighting that Chloe cannot develop x-ray vision and see through his shades to his eyes as I had previously stated- Thank you :) -If you spot any other mistakes, i'd love to know about them so I can change them. Once you've re-written several times you start to read what you want to see rather than what is actually there. Common author mistake. Help a gal out?)