<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">Felicity struggled harder when Slade pulled out a pair of zip ties and bound her hands behind her back. When he opened the door of a van and pushed her inside of it, her panic spiked, and she hoped that somehow Oliver would show up before anything really bad happened. As soon as she was in the van, with her hands still tied behind her back, she could only watch as Slade buckled her into the seatbelt and then got into the driver seat, and squealed out of the parking lot of Queen Consolidated. His words sent a chill down her spine and not for the first time, did she wonder why Oliver was so good at pissing people off. <br/>
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The man's next words caused confusion to show on her face and she said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Oliver and I aren't together. We're friends. Just friends. He's been in love with someone else for a long time. Probably all of his life. We don't even know each other that well.." She said, and it was partially true. She and Oliver were still getting to know each other, even though they had known each other for a little while already. "So whatever your plan is, whether it's using me as bait or as leverage, you picked the wrong person."<br/>
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"He doesn't care about me that way. We're just friends. Which from what I hear, you used to be with him, too." It probably wasn't a good idea to talk so much, but she had once read somewhere that if a hostage talked to their captor and got said captor to see them as a person and not a bargaining chip, their chances of survival were much better. So, that's what she was doing. It was basically a way of buying time to give Oliver a chance to track them down somehow. As Slade kept driving, the blonde glanced out the window and then back at the man that sat beside her. <br/>
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"Where are you taking me?" She asked curiously. There were a lot of places that he could choose to do whatever he was going to do to her. She just couldn't help but hope that he would be satisfied with simply pissing off Oliver by kidnapping her. But that didn't stop the horrible scenarios from playing in her mind of what kind of plans he had for her. Part of her wondered if it would be worth it, to try and get the seatbelt off, the door open, and throw herself out of the van. That seemed like a much better choice.<br/>
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To take her chances of survival that way, instead of waiting to see what sadistic games Slade had in mind. There was no telling what he would do to her, someone he didn't even know. Felicity could see it in his eyes. It wasn't even about her. This was all about hurting Oliver like apparently Oliver had done to him. But what she didn't understand, was why her? Anyone and everyone who knew Oliver, knew that he was in love with Laurel and had been all of his life. That didn't mean she wanted the other woman to be hurt. <br/>
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But facts were facts, and the fact was, Oliver was in love with Laurel. Always had been and probably always would be. No matter how much she wished it weren't true. So she started trying to work on getting the zip ties off her wrists.</span></span>