A/N – I probably won't usually be updating this often, but I have so many Ideas I need to write them down before I get too busy.
Felicity hadn't enjoyed her dinner at all. It was like being in a prison. Actually, maybe she was overreacting a little bit. She had seen some of the shows on prison life, it wasn't that bad yet. She'd been taking out of her concrete cage, as she now called it, and shoved into a dingy looking restaurant. She assumed it was owned by Olaf. It looked like a lot of his business must have been done here. The place was lit by dull lamps with glass green shades placed on the table. And he view of the place was clouded by smoke from the cigarettes the men were smoking. They all looked criminal in some way, but she told herself not to generalise. Her food was just grey slop which looked like it should have resembled something akin to rice pudding, or lumpy porridge, she couldn't be sure. Jeez, did the really serve this stuff to people and charge them? Surely they should be paying the customers to eat there.
After attempting and failing to swallow down the plate of slop Felicity was returned to her room where an old lady was curly white hair was waiting, she was fairly large, but in a way it suited her. She looked rather friendly, and Felicity hoped that maybe she could tell her more about what was going on. The door slammed shut behind her and the woman just smiled. Please be nice, please be nice. Felicity begged.
"Hello my dear. My name is Nova." The old Russian lady said. Her voice was calm and friendly.
"I…I'm Felicity. You probably already know that because they probably told you, but I thought I'd tell you anyway, just in case, you never know right. Not everybody knows everything. I certainly don't know everything, like, why am I really here? What purpose do I serve? When will I be let out of this place? Will I be let out? Are they going to hurt me? Are they going to kill me?" Felicity started to ramble, she was so nervous, and this woman was the first person she didn't feel threatened by.
Nova looked at her confused, and then a small smile appeared on her face, "Don't worry dear. I'm sure your friend will come through for you. Most of them do where Olaf is concerned." The woman's gaze drifted to a place Felicity assumed was far away.
"What do you mean, most of them do? Is he a bad guy?" Felicity didn't like where this was heading.
"Not necessarily bad, dear. Just greedy, and self-absorbed. Very determined is Olaf." She was a calming person Felicity thought.
"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?" Felicity questioned.
"Oh, yes," Nova started, "I'm here to fix you up a bit. 2 days in those clothes and being unconscious does not make a very clean person Felicity. We'll get you cleaned up in no time." Nova walked past Felicity grabbing her arm and dragging her out the door up 2 flights of stairs.
Felicity just let her legs carry her, Nova stopped suddenly and Felicity walked into her, "Sorry." She whispered sheepishly. Nova just smiled.
"This is the bathroom, everything you need is in there. There are fresh clothes in there and some soaps and things. I'll be waiting out here." Nova opened the door and stepped aside.
Felicity walked into the bathroom and the door shut quietly behind her. She was a victim of a kidnapping, why was she being treated so well? She looked around the bathroom, it again had a dingy look to it, dull, and with one of those funny old fashioned coloured light bulbs. Red she saw and she looked up. She got into the shower and washed. After she finished she changed into the clothes, some tracksuit bottoms, a tank top and a zip up jumper. Felicity couldn't remember ever being so thankful about being clean.
As she stepped out of the bathroom Nova was there ready and waiting to take her back down to the concrete cage. When she got back there was a metal chair placed in the middle of the room, and a single bulb dangling from the ceiling on a wire. Olaf was there too. "Miss Smoak, welcome back." He boomed with a smirk.
"Please, come sit. We must talk some more." He gestured to the chair.
Nova started to followed until he raised his hand and made a shooing motion, "Thank you Nova, you won't be needed for a while."
As Felicity sat down fear rose within her. It just didn't feel right. "Miss Smoak. You and I are going to have a little conference call with Mr Queen and see if he can't clear up a few things for us." This wasn't going to end well, she thought.
As he exited the room and came back minutes later, 2 men followed behind him with a table, and Olaf held a laptop in his hand. The table was placed about 6 feet from Felicity and the laptop was put on top of it. The men quickly exited, slamming the door behind them.
Olaf set up the computer and started the call to what Felicity assumed was one of her computers in the foundry. As the call was answered Oliver appeared on the screen, he looked awful to Felicity. Tired and pale.
"Felicity!" He exclaimed.
"Hey." She replied in a small voice.
"Mr Queen. I believe you are not a stupid man. You're not are you?" Olaf asked, stepping in front of the camera in view.
"I don't believe myself to be." Oliver stated confused.
"Then why do I have my men telling me that a certain hooded figure is going around talking to Detectives about kidnapped friends, and dangerous jobs they need to do?" Olaf asked, clearly infuriated. "I thought a smart man such as yourself would know better."
"You're right, I should have." Oliver answered deflated.
Olaf turned quickly in Felicity's direction and backhanded her so hard that she fell off the chair. All that could be heard was a yelp and then a thud. Oliver jumped from his seat in front of the computer enraged. "What was that for?" He yelled at Olaf.
"For being stupid! You'll soon learn I am not a foolish man, Mr Queen. Neither am I a man who likes to be messed with. You go to the cop again, and it'll be 10 times worse. I guarantee you that." With that Olaf ended the call.
Felicity could hear him walking away barely. The thumping pain in her head from the contact filling her ears. "Clean her up. Get her ready." She heard him demand.
She couldn't concentrate. The thumping was taking over. She reached her hand to her cheek, where the contact had been made, it stung. As she moved her hand into her line of sight she could see blood. This wasn't a good start, she thought. She looked for her glasses as they had flown off when she fell to the ground. After placing them back on she leant against the wall and slid down. For the first time since she'd gotten here Felicity started to cry. She felt out of control and unsafe. She needed him, she needed Oliver to make it better.