As she cried out, he smeared a layer of the duct tape over her lips. Oliver would know this was a trap, but Deathstroke didn't need her reminding him of that fact. As he heard a figure moving up the stairs, he pulled Felicity to her feet and held her against him like a shield, with his knife pressed against her stomach, just above where he had cut her before. Oliver would be hard pressed to draw a line on him that didn't hit Felicity, and even if he did, Slade could easily stab Felicity as he fell.<br/><br/>Sure enough, Oliver appeared up the stairs, bow drawn. His eyes narrowed as he tried to line up a shot, but Slade kept moving a little to the side, making his actions unpredictable. "Took you long enough, hero. You left me alone with the girl long enough for me to leave quite an impression on her."<br/><br/>"Let her go," Oliver growled. His usual Arrow voice was always intimidating, but it was dripping with venom now. "Touch her again, and you'll die."<br/><br/>"This is exactly why I wanted the two of you here. Look at him, Ms. Smoak. Look at the pain in his eyes, the fear of losing you. He's starting to realize what a blow it would be to lose you forever. Before this night is over, he'll watch the light fade from your eyes, and if I'm feeling particularly merciful, I'll let him die after that. If not, he can suffer with it for a while.<br/><br/>He pressed the knife into her just a little bit, hoping to draw a whimper that would tear at Oliver's heart.