Warning: This chapter contains graphic depictions of rape and violence. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
I’ve been warning y'all this chapter was going to come with a trigger warning, and there it is.
Please don’t hate me.
She slipped in and out of consciousness for what seemed like hours, her mind floating to faraway places, away from Oliver, away from Starling City, away from everything. It was a nice place, a comfortable place, one she didn’t mind being in until someone slapped her across the face, forcing her out of the dream world. Felicity’s eyes popped open only to be assaulted by bright white lights. She struggled for a moment, trying to lift her hand to shield herself from the blinding light, but found her arms immobilized.
Fear quickly blossomed in the pit of her stomach and crawled up her spine as her eyes widened, attempting to focus on the room she was being held in. She was surrounded by dank grey cinder block walls and storage units that were rarely ever seen by their owners and realized she’d been taken into the basement of her building. The light above her came from a bank of fluorescent bulbs hanging from the ceiling, some of which flickered giving the place and eerie feel.
“Hello, my love,” the chillingly familiar voice she’d heard just before passing out said. Her head whipped toward it, seeking out its owner. Who she saw made Felicity’s skin crawl.
Beside her stood a man she hadn’t seen in several years. His blue eyes were colder than she remembered them, and his features no longer resembled the boyish teenager she’d fallen in love with in her youth. No, he was all hard lines and harsh angles, aged by the time he’d spent in prison. He wore a black cotton t-shirt beneath a black leather jacket and a pair of dark, stone washed jeans that fit his body to a tee, outlining the hard muscle he’d developed during his time away.
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