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Felicity had just listened to Ra's's speech, her heart aching at the thought of having to do what he told her. She had to say goodbye to the man she loved because this monster in front of her had other plans for him. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Oliver had already suffered so much during these years of exile, during these last three years, he had lost so much.

He couldn't lose his freedom again. It was unthinkable.

So this time, maybe she could sacrifice herself to give him a chance at peace?

No?

Ra's wanted an heir... There was another way to give him one.

"Wait!"

Ra's, who was about to leave the room, turned to her. Felicity had her eyes closed, trying to find the courage to share her idea with him. She remained unmoved as the words came out. "You want an heir... There's another way."

Ra's frowned before smiling.

"Do you know what that entails?"

She nodded gently, and Ra's remained silent for a moment, saying nothing, examining her from head to toe, considering what had just been put to him.

Wordlessly, he left the room, closing the heavy door with a dull thud, leaving Felicity alone amidst the stone walls and the oppressive silence.

Time seemed to last an eternity when she saw the door open again. It wasn't Ra's, but two of his men who approached her.

"The Master is asking for you."

She followed them. Did she have a choice? Not really. They walked along endless corridors for several minutes before they arrived at a door. One of the men knocked, and she heard a voice telling them to enter. When the door opened, Felicity tensed to discover they were in a bedroom. Lit by candles, Ra's stood in front of the bed, wearing different clothes. The men left the room and closed the door as Ra's approached her.

"I got everyone released... Now you must keep your word."

He showed her the bed, and despite her fear and disgust, she removed her clothes, starting with her jacket, then her shirt, which she let fall to the floor. She bent down, undoing her pants as Ra's watched, who showed no emotion. When she was left only in her underwear, he approached, reaching up and caressing her waist before sliding his hand down her back and snapping the clasp of her bra.

"To bed."

She climbed in, slipping under the covers as Ra's removed his tunic. He was completely naked before her. Without waiting, he lay on top of her, pushing back the covers and thrusting inside her. Felicity held back a scream, biting her lower lip, and let him move inside her as he wished.

It didn't last long, a few minutes at most. She simply held her face and let him do what he had to do, clutching the sheets with her hands, hearing his breath against her ear. When he stilled and she felt his seed spill inside her, she prayed to get pregnant quickly.

The weeks had passed, and she had already been here for twenty-two days, and for almost as long, she had been enduring intercourse with Ra's. He ordered her to come almost every night. She simply lay there and let him do it. It was horrible, even though her body was starting to feel things; she hated it.

The hot water flowed over her, despite having to sleep with him. She was treated well. She ate three times a day, was allowed to go out, always accompanied, of course, but she could go out, and if she asked for something reasonable, it was granted. She had her own room and a shower, carved into the rock. Although very spartan, it was comfortable, and the hot water felt good.

She was finishing rinsing off when she felt a presence behind her. Felicity turned around and saw Ra's watching her. She tried to cover herself with her arms, knowing it was useless. He approached while removing his clothes. Felicity backed away against the rock wall of the shower, and when he was in front of her, he began to touch her body. She looked away as he was about to use her body again as he wished.

The water was still running over them when he placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her in his arms. He pressed her against the wall and penetrated her with a single thrust. She let out a small cry of pain as he began to thrust in and out, slowly, too slowly, as if trying to trigger something.

Seconds ticked by and her body began to react. Felicity tried to cling to the shower walls, but the smooth rock prevented her from doing so. She felt Ra's's cock moving in and out of her, hitting the pit of her stomach with each thrust. She opened her mouth before closing it, refusing to let him think she might enjoy this coupling. However, he moved inside her and she moaned softly.

Turning her head, which she had been keeping facing the wall, she looked at Ra's. Their eyes met, and she knew he had won. So she stopped struggling. Her mouth opened as his cock hit her G-spot again, and she saw him smile. She moaned a second time, "Han." Ra's began to fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, hitting her sweet spot again and again. Felicity threw her head back, closing her eyes as her hands closed around the shoulders of this man she hated. Her legs swung in the air, her chest pressed tightly against Ra's's torso as their bodies moved together.

She dug her nails into the league leader's skin as her orgasm loomed. She opened her mouth and let out a small scream, then another before letting go. "Oh yes!!" At her words, Ra's froze, and she felt him come inside her.

Four Months Later

Felicity slowly opened her eyes, still feeling numb, and realized it was already getting dark. She tried to get up, but her head was spinning, and she knew she still had a fever. Since morning, she'd been feeling sick. She'd warned a guard who'd come to see her that morning, and since then, no one had bothered her. Chills ran through her, and she was about to go back to bed when the door opened.

A guard entered, dressed in his dark attire.

"The master is asking for you."

She was about to speak, but knew full well it was pointless to say anything. Even though Ra's was sometimes understanding, Felicity knew she shouldn't upset him.

She stood up despite her weak legs and followed the guard.

During the journey to Ra's, she began to think about these four months here. She didn't really feel like a prisoner; Felicity was free to move around, within reason, but she could come and go as she pleased in the city, she could eat whenever she wanted, and she tried to keep herself occupied as best she could. It was sometimes long, but she was beginning to find her rhythm.

At night, it was different. She wasn't alone, far from it. Ra's made her come to his room almost every night, where they shared a far from forced sex session. She had given in, and Felicity had to admit that sex was what she looked forward to most during the day. Why? Because at least during those moments, she wasn't alone and she benefited from human warmth.

Unlike in their early days, Ra's was passionate in bed with her, taking her wildly, slamming the bed against the wall, making her scream with pleasure and orgasmic bliss.

She had always loved sex, and she had to admit that despite the situation, she enjoyed it.

Emerging from her thoughts, they entered a room she hadn't been in before. The guard closed the door behind her, and turning her head, Felicity realized he had come out. Ra's was there, sitting in a bathtub carved into the stone. Elel sighed and took a few steps.

"I'm sorry... I'm..."

"I know... It's the water from the well, come on."

She had heard about the Lazarus Pit and didn't know what to think, but seeing Ra's motionless, she knew she had no choice. She took off her clothing, sliding it down her body, and once she was completely naked, she approached the bathtub, climbed in, and let herself slide into the warm water. The effect was almost instantaneous; she felt her pride diminish, her aches and pains disappear, and her fatigue vanish. With her eyes closed, she savored her restored health, and when she opened them again, she saw Ra's facing her, very close. She smiled at him, spread her legs, and let him enter her. Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to her. Ra's leaned back on the edge and began to move inside her. Felicity slowly opened her mouth and began to moan. She clutched his shoulder, throwing her head back as he hit the bottom of her stomach. "Oh yes..."

Felicity bit her lip as her orgasm hit her hard, waves of pleasure flooding her.

When she opened her eyes again, she realized Ra's was still hard inside her. She smiled, pushed him back, and pushed him back against the stone before straddling him and starting to move. Ra's placed his hands on her buttocks and moved with her. Felicity moved up and down on him, pushing him in and out of her, her breasts moving in time with his hips.

Their eyes met, and she saw something frightening, something unexpected, something that wasn't supposed to happen. She didn't know what it was, but despite her fear, she couldn't stop herself from moving on top of him. Ra's brought a hand to her cheek and pulled her even closer to him, changing the angle, making her moan even louder. "Han!" Her breasts rubbed against his chest, accentuating her pleasure. Her movements became disordered. She fixed her gaze on Ra's's and let go. "Oh yes, master! Oh yes!"

She came around him and froze as she felt Ra's come inside her with force. Felicity fell against him, her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily, her body still shaking with slight spasms.

It was only sex, she hated this man... But then why did she get so much pleasure from sleeping with him?

She didn't know, but when she felt Ra's lift her in his arms to lay her on the edge of the pool, when she saw that he was still ready to take her, all she did was wrap her legs around his waist and let him enter her.

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Nine months later, the cries of a newborn echoed through the walls of Nandat Parbat; the demon finally had his heir.

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Felicity refused to believe what was happening. An hour earlier, she and her mother had been kidnapped by Cooper so he could show her what he'd been developing over the years: improving the virus she'd created that could infect the city's entire IT department. He was demanding a huge sum of money in exchange, and she knew him well; no one could defeat this virus without the codes.

He then turned to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet, saying something that made her blood run cold: "What if we made up for lost time?" She felt her body freeze, and he pushed her up five metal steps, twisting her arm if she tried to turn around.

He pushed her into a room where she discovered, to her horror, a very old bed, with a mattress that had probably been recently purchased and a gray blanket. Felicity turned to Cooper, who gently bit her lip.

-Come on... Let's have a little fun.

-No! Cooper, please!

She walked past him, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, but he caught her and pressed her against his body. He wrapped a hand around her waist, pressing her back against his, and he buried his face in her body, breathing in her scent.

-You won't be able to run away, and you know it...

He used his free hand to rip the buttons off her blouse, pull down her bra, and began to roughly caress her breasts, squeezing her nipples, making them stand up in spite of her. Felicity was shedding tears, realizing he was about to follow through with his thoughts, and she wouldn't be able to fight back.

As he caressed her breasts, Cooper rubbed himself gently against her, moaning softly.

-Oh yes... This is going to be good.

He released her slightly, pulled off her blouse, tossing it away before ripping off her bra, which fell at their feet. He turned her around, and she saw his gaze, full of desire and lust, shining with everything she hated.

"Take off your pants."

She shook her head. He sighed, lifted her into his arms, and almost immediately threw her onto the bed. He got on top of her despite her screams and attempts to struggle, but he was stronger than her, and he pinned his wrists on either side of her face.

"Either you let me do this, or I'll ask my guys to come and help me."

She froze. The thought of two other men entering this room made her blood run cold, so despite her fear, she stopped struggling. Cooper smiled. He reached down to her pants and quickly removed them, taking her red thong with him.

She was completely naked beneath him. Cooper bit his lip, placed his hands on her waist, and began to caress her skin.

"You haven't changed... Let's see if I still know you as well."

Wordlessly, he pressed his lips against her folds. She automatically wanted to squeeze her thighs together, but Cooper positioned himself between them, making this task impossible. He began to suck her skillfully, his tongue licking her pussy while his lips bit her clitoris. Cooper moaned in pleasure. Felicity's hands tried to grip the sheets as she cried hot tears.

Cooper pushed his tongue into her canal, and she let out a moan despite herself. He smiled and said "Han!" again. She turned her head to the side, hating her body for reacting like this.

"Please stop..."

He didn't answer, he continued his torture, grabbing her hands to make her stop moving, squeezing them until they bruised as he continued to rape her with his tongue. Without realizing it, Felicity's hips began to move. She tried to stop them, trying with all her might to fight the mounting orgasm, but he knew her body and knew how to make her come.

Seeing that she was on the verge of pleasure, he released one of her hands, sliding it down to her folds, and inserted three fingers, moving them frantically. "Han! Han!" She closed her eyes, abandoning all hope that this would stop. She shook all tension from her body and told herself he had won. He continued to move his fingers while sucking on her clitoris, and she came with a scream. Her body contracted around Cooper's fingers, and her whole body relaxed with the force of the orgasm.

Cooper removed his fingers and moved up to her face.

"You're always so good when you come."

She wasn't crying anymore; her gaze was turned to the side. Cooper pushed some strands of hair away from her face and leaned down to her ear.

"My turn."

He lifted one of her legs, positioned his hard, burning cock at her entrance, and entered her without resistance. He plunged as far as he could, and when he was completely inside her, he remained motionless for a long moment.

"Oh yes... So long..."

He turned her head so she was looking at him, and when their eyes met, he leaned down and kissed her relentlessly. It made Felicity feel nauseous, but Cooper continued, and when he removed his lips from her, he began to move.

The bed slammed against the wall, creaking under his thrusts; each time he thrust into her, he moaned with bliss. His free hand caressed her breasts as Felicity stared at the ceiling and tried to fight the pleasure he was giving her despite herself. His hands moved up her body, and she wanted to cover her lips, but he stopped his caresses to grab them and lift them above her head.

"I want to hear you, I want everyone to hear how much you love this."

"I hate you!"

He laughed as he thrust into her again. "Han!" Cooper knelt on the bed, lifted Felicity's body, and moved her around his cock, and the change of position overcame her will. "Han! Han! Yes!"

"Oh, that's it! I knew it! Take it!"

He pounded her relentlessly, his cock hitting her G-spot each time. Felicity no longer knew what she was doing, what she was saying. Despite her tears, her body loved it. So she let go, refusing to become a victim. His hands moved up to her breasts, which she caressed as her head fell back.

"Oh yes! Haaaannn!!!

Cooper had won, he made a few more in and out movements in her body when she felt his cock harden and swell, he froze and came inside her, spitting his hot seed into her body.

Cooper left the room more than an hour later. He had fallen asleep next to Felicity, who was staring into space, shattered by what had just happened. She never would have believed he would be capable of doing this to her. She heard him close the door and closed her eyes, drawing her legs up to his chest, unable to shed a single tear.

She didn't know how long he was gone, but when she heard the door open again, she opened her eyes, realizing she had fallen asleep. She was cold, and the ache in her body was dull and bearable at the same time.

Cooper moved closer to her, smiling.

"The city paid us the ransom money. But while the antivirus cleans their entire system, we'll have to keep busy."

She didn't even react, understanding what was about to happen. Cooper took off his clothes, and when she saw his already hard and erect cock, she closed her eyes. She felt him climb onto the bed. He turned her onto her stomach, lifted her pelvis slightly, and thrust into her, moaning. Once again, the bed slammed against the wall. Cooper pulled her face up and put his right next to her ear.

"It feels so good... Say it."

She remained silent. Cooper laughed and began to pound into her harder and harder, faster and faster, before freezing inside her. This time, she hadn't come. Cooper collapsed beside her, slightly out of breath. But when she saw his cock was still erect, she knew he wasn't done yet. He reached out and pulled her onto him.

"Come on... Ride me."

"Never!"

It was the first word she'd spoken in hours, but seeing his gaze harden with anger, she knew he wouldn't stop there. He moved her so he was penetrating her and began to move her on top of him.

"Come on!"

Her body began to react, and she wondered how to resist. Cooper stopped, and she moaned in relief... Or frustration? She ignored him; he started moving her again before stopping, and this time she moaned in pain... Her body needed release, so she let go. She sat up, placed her hands on her ex's chest, and without a glance at him, she began to rock her hips on his cock. She bounced on him, trying to get free, his cock touching her G-spot.

"Han..."

"Come on... Come on."

She threw her head back and began to move faster. Her body was about to burst, the bubble of tension in her lower abdomen swelled larger and larger, and when it burst, she was unable to hold back. "Oh yes! Oh yes!"

She collapsed back onto Cooper, who emptied himself inside her. He had won.

Hours later

Cooper returned to his men. Day was breaking, and the night had been most pleasant for him. Felicity seemed completely his, and she hadn't even tried to say no when he came to fuck her in the early morning; she had even spread her legs for him.

He packed his things while watching her get dressed. One of the men approached Donna, who hadn't stopped crying all night, having heard her daughter being manhandled by Cooper.

"What do we do with her?"

Cooper looked at Donna, smiling.

"Release her... She'll be able to testify that we're more than serious, and even if she identifies us, they won't find us."

The two men laughed before approaching Donna, taking her arms, and leading her outside. She was screaming her daughter's name, begging them to let her go, but Cooper pretended he didn't hear.

He had other plans in mind.

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Cooper's men were in the front seat as the car rolled. Felicity was on the left side of the car, not even wearing a seatbelt, her legs stiff, her body aching. She didn't dare say a single word. Her mother was safe, and the rest didn't matter.

With luck, Cooper would release her later... Even if she didn't believe it. She was his bargaining chip, his hostage, and everything he wanted her to be.

"We're going to Central City... With the hundred million the city paid us... We'll have no problem doing it again." Felicity turned to look at him. He wanted to start over somewhere else, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Cooper looked at her and smiled. She saw him undo the button of his pants and pull out his half-hard cock.

"Come on... This is going to be a long drive."

Wordlessly, she leaned down, used her hand to pull him upright, and took him in her mouth.

As the car rolled on and she was giving her ex a blowjob, Cooper's hand in her hair, she knew her fate was sealed.

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Three months since she'd arrived in the city, and three months since she'd struggled to find a decent job. She was content to tutor young people, do computer repairs, and fix unimportant electronic equipment to pay for the hostel and put food on the table. At the same time, coming to Starling right after graduation wasn't such a good idea, with no steady job or experience: she should have known the job wouldn't fall into her lap. So when she saw an ad for Queen Consolidated, she didn't hesitate. Felicity knew it wouldn't be a sure thing; there would undoubtedly be plenty of potential candidates with more experience, but she had to give it a shot, given the odds against her.

The interview had gone well. She had been surprised to see Robert Queen in person in front of her. He had asked her a lot of questions about her studies and her career path, and a good thirty minutes had passed during which they hadn't stopped talking. And then he asked her a question: "Why should I choose you when I have candidates here with more experience?" He showed her the pile of applications, and she sighed before telling him she would do anything to get the job and that he could ask her to prove her point.

She thought he would have asked her to fix a computer with a timer, that she would have to hack software, or some other demonstration of her skills, but no. He wished her a good day, and she had to leave his office. Felicity was disappointed and left the building with a lump in her throat. She was going to have to endure life at the hostel again, and it really wasn't fun.

As she was about to take the subway, a man approached her. She recognized him; he was one of the company's security guards. He handed her an envelope and said a few words: "Be on time... Mr. Queen is waiting for you at this address."

She hadn't understood; the security guard had left, and she opened the small white envelope. There was an address and a note telling her to come at eight o'clock that evening. Felicity knew this place, an apartment in an upscale neighborhood. She had met a young woman there who had had trouble with an assignment she had misplaced during an update. Why would Mr. Queen bring her to this kind of place? And then she understood. She had told him she would do anything for this assignment. So he wanted to see if she was telling the truth.

She had hesitated for a long time before putting on a sexy dress she had bought before leaving her city. She took a taxi and went to the address. The same security guard who had given her the envelope was waiting for her. He showed her into the real estate office and, without a word, led her three floors up. "Mr. Queen is already here. He's waiting for you." He opened the door, and she discovered a cozy, dimly lit apartment. She went in and the security guard closed the door behind her.

Robert Queen came to meet her, smiling and holding a glass of red wine. "I knew you'd come." She said nothing, just looked at him as he approached her. He handed her a half-filled glass and smiled at her. "That dress looks amazing on you."

She took the glass and thanked him before taking a sip.

Robert Queen looked at her for a moment, taking her in from head to toe. "Do you know why I brought you here?" She smiled, took another sip before setting down her glass. "Yes... I don't usually do this... but I need this job..."

"Well, if you're up to the task... you'll be welcome at QC."

Felicity stared at him. Robert moved closer, placed a finger under her chin and moved it lower and lower until his hand reached the hem of her dress. He lifted it and gently moved it up towards her innermost core. She was tense, but didn't show it, and when Robert Queen slid a finger into her pussy, she placed both hands on the table behind her.

A second finger joined the first. She opened her lips slightly and gasped at the feeling of Robert Queen's fingers inside her. He moved them faster and faster, moving closer to her, his body almost covering hers. "Go ahead... cum on my fingers." Felicity spread one leg and threw her head back as he pushed a third finger inside her. She cried out in pleasure, "Oh yes... oh... right here... yes!" Her pussy tightened around Queen's fingers, and he smiled in satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers, and Felicity raised her head, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, panting.

Robert Queen leaned down to her ear.

"I've been imagining this the whole interview... I wanted to fuck you right there in my office..."

He slid his hand down her back and unzipped the dress. He was surprised to see the bra included, and when the dress fell to her feet, he saw Felicity's breasts, round and firm, her nipples erect with excitement. He leaned down and took one between his lips. Felicity let him, wrapping an arm around his back as he lifted her up.

She felt him move with her, and it only took a few seconds before he pushed her onto the bed. She pushed herself onto her elbows and lifted her head as she watched him take off his clothes. He was naked before her much faster than she could have counted. She bit her lip at the sight of his long, erect penis in front of her. Robert Queen climbed onto the bed and watched her for a few seconds, determined to enjoy this night with this young girl. He was about to speak, but he saw her bend down and slide down onto his cock, which she took in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" He placed a hand behind her head, gripping her hair, and began to move his hips in and out of her mouth.

She watched him as she gave him a professional blowjob. "Oh yes... keep going!" After a few minutes, he pulled away from her mouth, knowing that if she continued, he wouldn't be able to fuck her like he dreamed of.

Felicity smiled, he put his hands on her hips and turned her around, she found herself on all fours on the bed, raised her hands to hold on to the headboard. Robert Queen put his hands on her buttocks, aligned his cock with her soaking pussy and pushed into her "Han! Mister Queen!" He began to pound her roughly lying on her back as he grabbed her breasts. His cock slapping the bottom of her stomach with each thrust. "Oh yes! You like that don't you?" Head back she cried out "Yes! Oh that's good! Harder!" Queen smiled and sped up his movements making her scream again and again. "Go ahead scream!" Felicity turned her head as she squealed again and again with each thrust. "Han! Han! Yes!! Oh yes I'm cumming!" Her whole body tensed as she came on Robert Queen's cock, which he thrust into her one last time and came hard inside her.

They fell back onto the bed, panting, dripping with sweat and sex. Robert turned to her, smiling. If the rest of the night is this good... you'll have your office on Monday. She tensed a little, not having expected to do this again, but she'd already gone too far, so she couldn't turn back.

Morning was beginning to dawn, and Felicity had lost count of the orgasms Robert Queen had given her. Eight, maybe nine... or more? She couldn't remember. He had fucked her most of the night, and she wondered how he could be so hard again so quickly after the previous times.

Here again, he was between her thighs, his mouth on hers, as she came once more. He came out from under the covers, smiling, ready to take her again. But she bit her lip and pushed him onto the mattress. She swung a leg around his hips and slid down onto him. "Oh, you want to fuck me now?" She nodded and began to move on top of him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. "Oh! Han! Mr. Queen... so good!" Queen closed her eyes and let her head rest on the pillow.

"Go on, enjoy yourself."

Felicity didn't need to be asked twice. She went wild on him, shaking her head from side to side as her breasts bounced. He had his hands on her hips, watching her. Her body tensed, and she knew she was going to come again. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly. "Oh yes! Yes! Han! Han!" She collapsed onto Robert Queen, who came inside her again.

She couldn't take it anymore, her whole body was broken and aching, but she had never enjoyed herself so much in her life. After a few long seconds of catching her breath, Queen whispered a few words in her ear: "Welcome to QC, Miss Smoak. You have exceeded all my expectations." She said nothing, but she smiled.

She had succeeded, and her life was about to change. No one would know how she got this job. She had had a great time, where she had gambled the rest of her life, and she had succeeded.

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It all started on a Tuesday. Arriving at her office at Palmer Tech, Felicity saw she'd received a pretty bouquet of yellow flowers. She smiled. There was no note. She didn't bother to find out where it came from; she worked all day, admiring it from time to time. She felt important. In the following days, she received more flowers and chocolates, which she had to sort through because some contained nuts. To avoid causing a panic by having an allergy attack, she shared them with her colleagues, who were delighted. A week later, she received a gold bracelet. She began to worry a little, as it must have cost a fortune, so she tried to find out who it could be from.

Despite her search, she found nothing. As she continued toward the monument, Oliver approached and asked her what she was doing. She told him the truth, of course, and he seemed concerned. Felicity had smiled at him, assuring him that everything was fine and that she had nothing to worry about. But of course, he had interfered, and she had become angry, telling him that he had no business being in her life and that if she sensed any danger, she would warn him, but that right now, she didn't need him.

She had been wrong.

Today, she knew.

As she was about to leave work, she had felt faint, on the verge of fainting. She had tried to get to her car, but she had felt a hand over her mouth, inhaled something quite strong, and lost consciousness.

For a few minutes now, she had been regaining consciousness and knew that she had been kidnapped. Felicity tried to mentally retrace the situation, but all she knew was that she had been fooled.

She opened her eyes with difficulty and discovered she was lying on a comfortable bed, draped in clean, light-colored sheets. A burgundy blanket covered her, and she smelled of laundry detergent. She sat up and noticed she was in a bedroom. A door was on the left, locked with two bolts. A dresser was against one wall, where a modern television hung. The room was simply decorated, but Felicity noticed some photos on another wall. She stood up, staggering, and tried to approach them, thinking that perhaps she would find answers to the thousands of questions that were running through her mind.

Beside the bed, against the wall, was a mirror large enough to take up half the wall. Everything was clean and spotless. Whoever had brought her here wanted her to be comfortable. Felicity shook her head, banishing these thoughts, and returned to the photos.

Once in front of the photos, she was surprised to see Ray Palmer, her boss, with a woman who looked exactly like Felicity. Except for the stranger's brown hair, they had the same face, the same eye shape, the same lips, and the same build. They could have been mistaken for twins.

Felicity's throat tightened. She looked at the other photos of the couple, who seemed very happy, and jumped at the sound of the bedroom door.

The door opened, and Felicity was half-surprised to see Ray Palmer enter, holding a tray. He smiled at her when he saw her. "Oh, you're awake."

"What have you been doing, Ray? Why am I here?"

He smiled.

"I wasn't sure because I saw you didn't recognize me. But I know it's you, Anna, so I thought I'd help you regain your memory." »

She shook her head. "I'm not the Anna you're talking about! You know that! Get me out of here!"

Ray put the tray on the dresser before approaching her. "I can't do this... I have to help you remember..." He pointed at the tray. "Have some of your breakfast." I'll be back in a moment.

She wanted to grab his arm and push him away, but he turned and shoved her roughly toward the bed. "Don't start, Anna!"

Felicity shouted, "I'm not Anna!"

She saw anger cloud his gaze; he raised his hand and slapped her hard. Felicity stumbled and fell onto the bed. Ray came closer; she was crying. He sighed, and she saw that he had calmed down. "Excuse me, my love... but I'm so happy to see you again." I can't stand it when you say things like that to me." He leaned down, placed a kiss on her forehead and another on her flushed cheek before getting up and leaving the room. Leaving Felicity alone, stunned by what had just happened.

When he returned about an hour later, she had managed to eat some toast and drink some juice, but only to avoid making him angry; she wasn't hungry at all. Entering the bedroom, Ray smiled when he saw that she had made the effort to eat a little. "Was it good?" Felicity nodded. Ray smiled again: "Perfect." He walked to the second door at the back of the room, and Felicity spotted a dressing room. Ray walked in and came out a few seconds later with a yellow dress. He handed it to the young woman.

"Put it on." She took the garment in her hands and looked for a place to change. Ray approached: "Don't be shy, I've seen you naked before. Put it on."

Hesitantly, Felicity unzipped her blouse. She turned her back on him and found herself in her underwear, her body tense and shaking with terror. She refused to look Ray in the eye as she undressed in front of him. She then put on her dress and went to tie it, but Ray stood up and approached her. "Let me do this."

He approached slowly, stroking the bare skin of her arm. Felicity closed her eyes and resisted the urge to scream. Once the zipper was up, Ray turned her around and smiled. "You look beautiful, it still fits you. It was your favorite."

She looked up at him, still terrified. "I'm not Anna." Ray's gaze hardened, but he simply walked over to the television. He turned it on and took the remote from the dresser.
He returned to sit on the edge of the bed and ordered her to join him. She obeyed.

Ray pressed a button and a video started playing. She saw Ray on the screen with the woman who was definitely Anna, and they really did look alike. The couple was dancing, laughing, they were matching and beautiful, she couldn't deny it.

"It was a few weeks after we met..."

He showed her videos of them and told her everything: dinners, parties, trips to the park, vacations, his proposal. Everything had been filmed, and according to Ray, Anna wanted to keep memories of everything so she would never forget.

"But you forgot... I have to remind you... I thought I was wrong, you know..."

He leaned towards her, buried his face in her neck, breathed in her scent, and placed a hand on her waist. She pushed him away and wanted to stand up, but he held her against him. "You even gave nut chocolates to your colleagues... you're allergic... it was proof that I missed him..."

"Millions of people are allergic to nuts..."

Ray placed a kiss on her skin, and she felt a shiver of disgust and fear rise through her. "Yes, I know... but that's too many coincidences..."

He placed a kiss on her skin, then another, keeping her close. Felicity's throat tightened; she should have pushed him away, but he held her tight.

"Please..."

He was about to kiss her, but his phone started ringing. Ray sighed in frustration and turned to her.

"It's a notification. Someone just rang the doorbell... I'll go see who it is, but don't get carried away. Everything's soundproof in here."

Ray left the room, making sure the television was on. He took the remote control and told her he could turn it on remotely so she could watch it as much as she wanted. He then closed the door behind him.

Once he left, Ray moved the life-size painting he had bought two months earlier. He never thought it would be used to hide the secret room he had created. At first, he had intended to use it as an office so he could work undisturbed, and then he saw this woman at work. His Anna was back, and he had to do everything he could to bring her back to him, and above all, keep her, and make sure she never left him again.

So he divided his office in two: a workspace and a bedroom, perfect for welcoming the love of his life. He then made sure the door was completely invisible.

Ray left his office and activated the code to access it. After all, he was supposed to protect his ideas… Anna was just another beautiful secret.

He walked to the front door and opened it. A man stood behind it. He showed him his ID.

"Quentin Lance, sorry to bother you, Mr. Palmer, but one of your employees has disappeared, and I'd like to know if you have any information?"

He gently made a fist before ushering the detective in.

"Who's missing?"

"Felicity Smoak. Do you know her?"

He nodded. Anna. He didn't know why she'd changed her name, but he didn't care; he wouldn't let anyone take her away from him.

"Sure, she's only been with me a short time, but I know my employees. What happened?"

"No idea. She didn't come home last night. She's a friend, and that's not like her... I came to see if she'd said anything to you..."

"No, nothing at all... But I don't really know her, I mostly know her work."

Lance nodded.

"Can I take a look?"

Palmer didn't want to, but he nodded, and Lance began to pace the huge apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then he spotted the office door and pointed at it.

"Can I look inside?"

"Oh, sure!" Sorry, this is my office, and I'm pretty paranoid about my work."

Ray opened the door and, as he expected, Lance didn't complain. Everything was computerized. The room was dark and windowless, but when Ray turned on the light, it was like daylight.

Lance left fifteen minutes later, asking Ray to let him know if he had any information, but Ray never wanted to reveal anything. Anna was his.

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Once the door closed, she began to cry over her fate, realizing that Ray wouldn't be able to break out of this illusion so easily.

The day passed, and Felicity couldn't stop crying, aware that Ray wouldn't be able to break out of this illusion so easily. She had to watch hours of videos on repeat, over and over again, the same thirty-seven videos that restarted once they were over. After a long time, Ray entered the room again. Felicity was sitting against the wall, hugging a pillow. He was carrying a tray with a plate full of sushi. He placed them on the bed next to her and ordered her to eat. She managed to swallow five before telling him she wasn't hungry anymore.

He nodded, took the tray, and placed it on the dresser before returning to her. On the screen, a video of them at the beach. She was wearing the yellow dress he'd told her to wear in the morning. Ray smiled and moved closer to her. He took her hand and placed a kiss on it, then kissed the skin of her arm. Felicity wanted to pull it away, but he was stronger than her. "Stop, Ray, please..."

"I've missed you so much, Anna... if you only knew... there's no one here since you disappeared... I swear."

He placed his hand on her waist and slid it under the hem of her dress. Felicity pushed his hand away, and Ray pulled back slightly. "I've waited all day! I've looked at you all night with only one desire! I'm not going to wait any longer!"

He pushed her onto the bed. Felicity struggled, screaming, "No! Don't! Please! I'm not Anna! I'm..." He clapped his hand over her mouth and pulled up the dress with his free hand. "Shh!" » He straightened slightly to undo the button of his pants. He pulled them down, along with his boxers, and she saw his erect penis. It was long and thick, much thicker than she had imagined.

He removed his hand from her mouth, took his penis, and moved towards her entrance. "No, please!" Without a word, he suddenly entered her. "No!" He remained motionless for a long moment before withdrawing and plunging back into her, ignoring her screams, her tears, her legs trying to free themselves. He withdrew again and did it again, once, twice, before thrusting into her forcefully. The bed creaked beneath their bodies, hitting the wall. Their bodies crushed against each other, against each other. Felicity was crying. Ray was moaning. He lifted the dress and began to fondle her breasts while continuing to rape her. He released her breast, leaned down toward her, and placed a hand on her forehead. "I'm cumming, Anna! It feels so good! Oh yes!" He stilled, and she felt him come, his hot seed spurting inside her.

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When she opened her eyes the next day, Felicity remembered exactly what had happened. Ray had raped her on the bed where she'd been sleeping, in the same dress she was still wearing. Then he'd lain down next to her and fallen asleep.

She could hear him breathing behind her, his hand on her waist, and felt an erection against her buttocks. She wanted to pull away, to try to escape, even though she knew it was impossible. But as she moved toward the bed, she felt Ray's hand pull her against him. "Where are you going, Anna?" she sobbed, then blinked back tears. "I thought after we made love, you'd remember..." Beside herself, Felicity screamed, "You raped me!"

Ray brought a hand to her breasts and gently caressed them before pulling the dress over her head. He pushed her away and hugged Felicity. "It's your fault! If you were willing to be Anna again, it would be easier." He rubbed himself against her before reaching down and stroking her sex. Felicity tried to push him away, but he pinned her arms. He lifted one of her legs and entered her from behind. "No! Please!" He began to move inside her, slowly, for a long time, while playing with her clitoris. "Stop..." she begged him, but despite herself, her body reacted, feeling a familiar tingle.

She bit her lip as she shed tears, and when Ray's cock hit her G-spot, her mouth fell open. "Han!" She immediately bit her tongue. "There! Like that, darling... come for me." Felicity shook her head, refusing to let go. "No!" "I don't want to..." Another well-placed thrust, "Hmm!" he repeated over and over again, still mauling her clitoris. Felicity tried to pull away, but her hips shifted each time, making Ray's pelvic thrusts more effective.

She opened her eyes, feeling the tension rising in her stomach, and saw herself in the mirror. The blanket was on the floor, so she could see the bruises on her body, but also her breasts bouncing in time with Ray's thrusts, her hand on her clitoris, her leg raised, and her captor's penis moving in and out of her. Her cheeks were full of tears, and she saw Ray's face close to hers, feeling nothing but pleasure. She saw Ray's hand press harder on his penis, and her G-spot was stimulated even more, so she gave in. "Hang! Han!" She saw herself caught in the pleasure he was giving her. She gripped the sheets, her mouth open, and she couldn't hold back a scream. "Oh yes! Yes! Haaannn!" Ray made a few more movements and she felt him come inside her. Breathless, Ray turned her onto her back, pushed back a few strands of hair, and smiled at her. "See, it wasn't rape... it was as good for you as it was for me."
Wordlessly, Felicity burst into tears. She had come and blamed herself. What was she going to do now?

The days that followed were all the same. In the morning, Ray left for work, letting videos of him and Anna play on the screen. She knew them by heart. She ate a sandwich for lunch every day, which he left for her before leaving. He had prepared more videos for her the day before, and at that precise moment, the video that made her the most uncomfortable was playing. She saw someone press a button, wearing a sexy outfit. She pulled away and went back to Ray. "Come on, this will be fun to watch." She saw Ray smile and they began to undress and kiss. Felicity looked away, but she could hear their caresses and their bodies coming together. She covered her ears when she heard them moan, and when she looked again, it was the next video.

In the evening, he came home. He let her take a shower while he watched her. They talked for a while, then he would lay her on the bed and abuse her. Sometimes she felt pleasure, other times, Ray was so focused on him that she only felt pain. But he always ended up falling asleep next to her. Sometimes she would wake up in the night and he would be between her thighs again, saying nothing.

So she let him do it, she stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to finish, hoping that someone would come and save her from this hell, while being realistic and telling herself that it wouldn't happen.

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Time was strange, the days passed quickly, but at the same time, Felicity felt like things weren't moving forward. She felt like she'd gotten used to her condition, she was getting used to her fate and hated herself for it. If she counted correctly, the days had turned into weeks, and today she had been a prisoner for almost three months.

Ray had kidnapped her, raped her, and subjected her to him. She was a prisoner of a man who adored her and whom she was supposed to hate. But she was starting to feel things that frightened her. When Ray left and locked her in that room, she would start counting to occupy herself and have an idea of ​​when he would return, unable to bear the loneliness. Seeing that this solution wasn't ideal, she decided to do something else.

Having stopped believing that someone would come to save her, she had made up her mind.

So every morning, after breakfast, Felicity did a stretching session, always the same one. The first few days she'd felt aches and pains, but that was over now. Then she'd watch Ray's videos, once, then stretch again, eat the meal Ray had prepared for her, and watch the videos again before taking a shower, getting dressed, and trying to get some sleep before Ray came back.

That day, after exactly 94 days of imprisonment, Felicity got out of the shower, but when she saw the black leggings and red top Ray had asked her to wear in the morning, she went to Anna's closet and looked at all the clothes. She touched a few with her fingertips before smelling the laundry detergent. She recognized some of the clothes she'd seen in the videos: the yellow dress, another red one, black pants with a white blouse... Chic and elegant clothes.

Then, she opened a drawer and saw some underwear. She touched one with her fingertips, admiring the dark fabric, wondering what she would look like wearing it. Anna must have looked beautiful in it. Felicity bit her lip, took it in her hands, and left the dressing room.

She stood in front of the mirror, took off the bath towel, and put on the black lace thong. Felicity looked at herself for a long moment before putting on the bra that fastened with a front clasp. She looked at herself for a long moment, took off her glasses, and placed them on the dresser. Apart from her hair color, it was perfect.

Anna.

That was her in the reflection. A strong woman. A loved woman. Not the victim of a kidnapping.

She had to accept her fate and be who Ray wanted her to be; it would be so much easier. Ray would be so happy.

Felicity turned to the television and turned on the screen. She searched for the video she wanted, and when she did, she saw Anna and Ray making love. This time, Felicity took the time to observe them and imagined herself in Anna's place. It wasn't difficult. Anna wasn't suffering, wasn't crying, she was smiling.

Anna loved Ray.

Anna wasn't a victim.

"I am Anna..."

She smiled. She had made her decision. She didn't want to suffer anymore, and this time, everything would be different.

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That evening, Ray entered the room, and when he saw her, she noticed his expression change. He smiled at her. She had put on a set of Anna's underwear, a black one with lace trim, and a black satin robe that she hadn't bothered to tie. She smiled at him before taking a step toward him.

"I thought... you might like it."

He smiled, closed the door behind him, and approached her. Ray placed a hand on her cheek. She smiled and looked up at him.

"You look beautiful..."

He leaned down, placed his lips on the skin of her neck, and began kissing her while removing the satin robe, which fell to the floor. She kissed him back, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and moaned as she felt Ray's tongue make contact with hers. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, and they continued kissing for several minutes before Ray left her lips.

"Who are you?"

She knew what he wanted, so she opened her eyes and looked deeply into his.

"Anna. Who do you want me to be?"

He smiled, took her in his arms, and approached the bed, where he gently placed her. He leaned over her, looking down at her, searching for a lie.

"Say it again."

"Anna... I'm Anna."

Ray placed a kiss on her lips, then moved them down to her neck. She lifted her head to give him better access and heard him continue speaking to her.

"Where is Felicity?"

He placed his hand on her sex and stroked it gently; she moaned.

"Gone!"

She didn't see his smile as he caressed her body. His hands freed her from her underwear and he immediately placed his lips on hers. She arched her back with a loud moan, "Oh yes!" Ray slipped his tongue between her lips and began fucking her with his mouth. Felicity, or rather Anna, buried her hands in Ray's hair and held him in place. "Oh my God! Keep going! Again! Yes!" Ray pushed two fingers inside her and moved them roughly, making her scream once more. He curled his fingers before uncurling them, hitting her G-spot. "Oh, that's good! There! Oh yes, Ray! I'm coming! Han!" Her whole body was shaking with spasms, and Ray continued kissing her until she calmed down. Then, he moved back up to her face and wiped his lips.

"You're so good when you come, Anna..."

She watched him undress, smiling. He was already hard for her. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked at her for a long moment.

Ray smiled. He unclasped the bra that was still in place, freeing her breasts, whose nipples quivered with desire. He kissed the first one, then the second. Felicity slid her hands into his hair, playing with it, and she gasped softly in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. "Uh... Yes..."

As he tortured her breasts, Ray suddenly entered her, easily. She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of being full and wrapped her legs around his waist. This time, they were going to make love. She raised her legs as high as she could, letting him possess her as he pleased. He kissed her everywhere he could, licking her skin, nibbling at her, leaving marks as he thrust into her forcefully, sliding inside her effortlessly. The sound of their coupling was both obscene and delicious, the bed slamming against the wall and moans accompanying the slapping of their flesh. Felicity—Anna—couldn't hold back. "Oh yes! Yes! Ha! Ha!" Her cries echoed in Ray's ears, and he showed no sign of stopping.

"Fuck me, Ray! Oh yes!"

Her head was shaking, her legs were swinging in the air, her breasts were bouncing, she was literally dripping with cum from excitement, and suddenly, her body exploded. "Ha! Ha! Yes! Oh my God! That's good! Yes! Oh yes!"

Ray made a few more movements. She placed her hands on his ass, urging him to relax, and when she felt him harden and spurt inside her, she held him in place, keeping him inside her.

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Felicity slowly opened her eyes, feeling her body aching from the night she had just experienced. From Ray's touching, from his abuse... she closed her eyes again. No. It wasn't touching or abuse. It wasn't anymore. They had made love. Several times. Ray had been strangely tender; he had kissed her, caressed her, he had made her come so many times that she had stopped counting. She had agreed to become whoever he wanted.

To become Anna, and that night, she had been Anna, and it had been incredible.

Her body ached, but it was different from other times. This time, the pain was bearable.

She felt Ray's hand on her waist, caressing her bare skin. Felicity wanted to push him away, but no, she shouldn't do it anymore, she wasn't allowed to: not after last night, not after making love to him, not after screaming his name as he moved inside her and she came, not after kissing him passionately while he caressed her. So she took his hand, lifted it, and turned around, facing him. He smiled at her, but she didn't return it.

But when he pulled her closer and she felt his morning erection, she let go of his hand and placed hers on his hard cock. Ray moaned as she stroked him. He closed his eyes and lay on his back as she leaned down and closed her mouth around him. She could still taste herself on his cock as she sucked him gently.

Ray placed a hand in her hair and stroked it, tangling his fingers. Felicity shifted a little so that she was between his thighs, and when she felt his cock harden further, she removed her lips from his and positioned him at her entrance. She hesitated for a moment; that night had sealed her fate; this act would mark the beginning of this new life.

She hated this man, but she didn't want to suffer anymore, so when she met Ray's gaze, she slid down onto him and immediately began to move, his cock hitting the bottom of her stomach with each thrust. Ray's hands played with her breasts, stained with hickeys from their night of love. "Oh Ray...! Yes!" It was his name she would say for the rest of her life. She was no longer Felicity; she had killed him the night before when she decided to give herself to Ray entirely. Today, she was Anna, and she must no longer think about the past.

So when she felt her orgasm rising, she looked deep into Ray's eyes and leaned down, changing the angle of penetration. "Han! Han! Yes! Ray!! Oh my god yes!!!" Her sex tightened around Ray's cock, and he came at the same time. She let herself fall back on him. Ray wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back and hair, and he kissed her forehead.

Felicity was dead.

Anna had come back to life.

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Ray had left early an hour ago. It was the first time in three days that he'd left her. Since she'd given up her place to Anna, he didn't want to leave her side anymore, as if he was afraid she'd disappear again, but he'd told her he had an errand to run.

Anna was reading a book when he returned. She looked up, put down her book, and saw him approach with a bag from which he took out his purchase. She looked at him, surprised. Hair dye, dark brown. She bit her lip a little before taking the box in her hands.

Ray took her hand and led her into the bathroom. What followed was a hairdressing session, for which she wasn't really ready. But she said nothing, content to let Ray change her blonde color.

When it was over, she couldn't stop a tear from falling. She quickly wiped it away, but Ray didn't see her, busy cleaning up the mess he'd made. When everything was in the trash, he turned to her, smiled, and took a strand of hair between his fingers.

"You're back..."

"Yes... Sorry I left you."

Anna took Ray's hand, placed a kiss on it, and looked at him tenderly. Now she was his. He reached out and took her in his arms. "I love you so much, Anna..."

She tensed, but hugged him back. Anyway, she'd made it this far and couldn't change it.

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Weeks passed again. Anna had been back for almost three weeks, and Ray was overjoyed. But tonight, as they watched television, Ray was elsewhere. Anna turned to him.

"What's going on, Ray?"

He sighed.

"You never told me..."

She frowned, not understanding.

"What?"

"Since you came back, you haven't told me you love me... I tell you often, but you... it hurts me..."

She stared at him. Ray's eyes were flashing with the same angry sparks as at the beginning. She had to reassure him quickly. She smiled at him and slid her legs around his. She placed her hands on his cheeks and pressed her lips to his. Ray moaned too as his tongue invaded her mouth. She rubbed herself against him to create an erection, and when she felt him hard, she pulled away from him, gasping for breath.

"I thought I didn't need to tell you."

She undid his belt and then his pants, freeing his hard cock. Then she lowered herself onto him.

"I love your cock deep inside me!"

She rocked her hips on him, rising and falling, making their bodies slap together, covering the noise of the television. Her breasts bounced before Ray's eyes.

"I love it when you look at me like that! Oh yes!"

She placed her hands on Ray's shoulders as she continued to fuck him.

"I love making love to you! Han! Han! Yes!"

Ray grabbed her dark hair and squeezed it tightly.

"Keep going!"

« I love it when you fuck me at night while I'm asleep! Han! »

Even though Anna was back, Ray didn't always ask for permission to fuck her, and she never said anything. Letting him do what he wanted, enjoying it as much as he did.

« I love it when I lead the dance! Oh Ray! I'm coming! Yes! »

« Come on, cum for me »

His cock tightened, and her orgasm devastated her.

« Han! Fuck yes! Han! Han! Yessss ! »

She remained motionless for a moment, Ray's hard cock still inside her. She opened her eyes, pushed back her brown hair, and looked at him.

« I love you, Ray... »

He didn't seem convinced, so she smiled, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips. Ray kissed him back before gently pushing her away. He looked at their joined bodies and moved her on top of him, caressing her breasts. He was wrong to doubt. Anna had come back to him, and she wasn't leaving. She loved him and he was crazy about her. They were happy.

"I want a baby, Anna."

She opened her eyes in surprise, unsure of what to say. But if that was what Ray wanted, she couldn't say no. She belonged to him and could do whatever he wanted, so when she felt his cock harden, ready to fill her with his seed, Anna closed her eyes and rested her face against his neck so he wouldn't see that disgusted reaction when she accepted... after all, Felicity was still out there somewhere, trying to stay alive.

"What do you think, love? Do you want my baby?"

She swallowed hard. Did she have a choice? No.

"Yes... yes, put your baby in my belly, Ray..."

He turned her over on the couch and began to fuck her harder and harder. Despite her heart and throat tightening at this unwanted acceptance, Anna felt her body react again. "Oh yeah! Right here!" Again! Han! Ray! Fuck!"

"Say it again!"

He was crazy, completely out of it, and Anna took over.

"Ray! Han! I love you! Oh yes! I want your baby! Haaaannnn!"

Ray came inside her hard before collapsing on top of Anna, making sure not a single drop of cum escaped her.

"We're going to leave here... We're going to a place where no one will recognize us. Where we can raise our baby without fear."

Anna nodded, Ray's cock still inside her. She still hoped someone would come, but it had been four months and no one seemed to know where to look for her, so she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Ray. As long as she did what he wanted, she'd be fine, she'd be safe.

Eight months and two days later.

In a luxurious villa somewhere in a city far from Starling City. A woman screamed in pain as she gave birth. Unknowingly, Anna was already about two weeks pregnant when she agreed to let Ray impregnate her. They left three weeks later and moved into this villa.

Ray had erased Felicity's digital existence; only the memories of those who thought they knew her remained. Today, she was Anna Palmer, and no one could prove otherwise.

A scream pierced the silence of the room. Anna collapsed on the bed, and Ray approached, holding a beautiful bundle in his arms.

"A girl, my love. Sophie."

Anna sat up and took her daughter in her arms. She was beautiful, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and sleepy. Ray approached and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Now you are bound to me forever."

Anna tensed before smiling and looking up at Ray. He was right, he had taken everything from her: her past, her name, her life. Everything. But she had chosen to become Anna, to give in to his desires.

She would be bound to him forever through this little girl. Sophie, the name he had chosen. And when she looked at her, she could only recognize that she already loved her and would do anything to protect her.

Chapter Text

Malcolm Merlyn found it hard to believe that it had been almost two months since he and his daughter had left Starling City. She had joined him of her own free will and asked him to train her. Thea had told him she no longer wanted to be the young Queen who let people walk all over her and that she no longer wanted the label of poor little rich girl.

He had accepted, willingly, and even though the beginnings had been disastrous, Merlyn had found her a kind of drug to push her limits, and Thea was exceeding his expectations. She was handling the sword and fighting better and better. It wouldn't take long for her to become what he expected of her. Thea thought about taking her small dose of the drug every morning; he mixed it into her breakfast, and the young woman didn't notice a thing. One day he would tell her, but he wanted to wait until she was ready, avoiding reproaches, proving her right thanks to the results achieved.

It was hot and night had fallen. Thea was in the shower, and he was planning to go to bed so he could wake up early and continue his training. He walked past the bathroom where he heard the water running. Malcolm shook his head; his daughter was still reckless despite everything. He grabbed the handle to close the door when he saw Thea's back to him, in the shower, the water running over her body. He should have closed the door immediately, but he swallowed and stood there for a few seconds, watching her. Just for a moment, his daughter's hands slid through his hair, and Merlyn couldn't help but look at her again. He didn't know how long, but when the shower stopped, he quickly moved away and locked himself in his room.

He breathed heavily, images of Thea flashing before his eyes. He took off his shirt and threw it away, trying in vain to erase the images from his mind. Malcolm lay on his bed and closed his eyes, his mind drifting into that shower room, his hand slipping into his underwear and grasping his erect penis. His thoughts drifted and were lost in a taboo and forbidden place.

In his mind, he entered the bathroom, opened the shower door, and slipped behind Thea, who remained unresponsive. He placed his hands on her waist and made her feel his growing erection. He moved his hands to her breasts and roughly pushed her away before positioning himself at her entrance and thrusting into her. In his mind, Thea moaned.

Malcolm opened his eyes, still in his room, his hand jerking himself vigorously, imagining his penis moving inside his daughter's body. He opened his mouth, trying to think of something else. In vain. He imagined Thea's hands resting on the shower wall as he moved in and out of her, his cock sliding smoothly as he fucked her.

He felt the familiar tingling sensation that signaled he was about to come. He sat up a little, stroking his cock faster and faster, and he came on his bed, imagining his daughter's body lying there below. Thea smiling at him as he emptied himself inside her.

The days passed, and Malcolm tried everything he could to keep Thea from knowing his dark thoughts. He trained her harder, and she found nothing to complain about. Every night she went to bed, unaware that her father was practicing solitary pleasure while thinking of her. He had even gone out and hired a prostitute, hoping to forget the object of his desire, but in vain. He had chosen a young brunette with youthful features who looked a lot like Thea. He had even said her name as he came. He couldn't go on like this.

That evening, he handed Thea the herbal tea he usually made to relax her and soothe her aching muscles. When she noticed the taste was different, she frowned, and Malcolm told her it was simply a decoction to help her relax more. Without saying anything, she drank it all in one go.

Malcolm had waited until she was fast asleep before entering her room. Thea was lying on the sheets, wearing only black briefs and a tank top. Merlyn felt himself harden immediately, and even though he hated himself for what he was about to do, he didn't want to back down. He took off his clothes and laid them on the floor before placing one knee on the bed and crawling towards his daughter. She didn't move, and he knew the tea had worked. He raised a hand, pushed her hair back, and hovered over her. He was hard and aching; he needed her, needed to feel her around him.

Malcolm pulled Thea's briefs down her legs, revealing his darkest desire. She was beautiful, a light tuft of pubic hair defined her sex, and Malcolm wanted to dive in immediately.

So he did as he wished. He lay on top of her, lifted his daughter's legs and placed them on his shoulders before lying down facing her entrance. He pushed gently, and within seconds, he was inside her, without resistance. He sighed with pleasure and waited a few seconds before withdrawing and plunging back inside her. He looked at her, motionless, and he did it again, one more time, then another. There was no going back, so he began to fuck her as he had dreamed of. His cock moved in and out of her, Malcolm watched as his penis disappeared into his daughter's vagina, moaning softly, enjoying every sensation. When his head hit the bottom of Thea's stomach, Malcolm knew he wouldn't last long. He accelerated, making the bed creak beneath him. He saw his daughter's mouth open, and a soft moan came out as he felt her vagina tighten around him.

Malcolm smiled. She had come, he had just made her come, and he felt a certain pride, so he continued his movements. He was sweating as he fucked her relentlessly, and when he felt her orgasm coming, Malcolm knew he should pull out, but he was unable to. He let go of Thea's legs, lifted her pelvis, and lay on top of her to fuck her deeper, and finally he came. He froze inside her, and his cum spurted into his daughter's pussy.

"Oh yes, Thea..."

He pulled back and plunged into her one last time.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

He stood up, got dressed, and put Thea's clothes back on before looking at her one last time and leaving the room.

Two Weeks Later

He would have thought once would have been enough, but no. Every time he looked at Thea, Malcolm thought of her body beneath his, of how he'd thrust into her again and again, and he wanted to do it again. He dreamed about it at night, dreamed of possessing her body whenever he wanted, and for that, he had an idea.

For the past few days, he'd been giving her herbs, infused to drink every day. These herbs altered her consciousness and would allow Malcolm to ask her for whatever he wanted. Thea couldn't refuse. She was aware of what she was doing, but all Malcolm had to do was order her to forget, and Thea would forget.

She no longer remembered the two men she had killed two days earlier, no longer remembered stealing those drugs from the cartel the day before.

She was ready.

Malcolm watched her as she put away the sword she had just trained with. She had only taken the infusions an hour earlier, so they would still be present in her system for a long time.

He approached and used the word he had chosen to trigger this obedience. Thea straightened up and turned to her father. Malcolm smiled, approached, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Without saying anything, Thea walked away and disappeared into the hallway. Malcolm followed her, and when he pushed open the door to her room where he had asked her to go, he saw Thea taking off her pants while her top had completely disappeared. He bit his lip and approached his daughter, who stood up in front of him. Reaching her, Malcolm looked her up and down before removing his own clothes. He raised a hand to her breast, which he caressed roughly as he approached Thea.

"I want to hear you... It's just us."

With that, he pushed her onto the bed, placed one knee on the mattress, and hovered over her. Thea's gaze was blank, a sign that her mind was truly far away. Malcolm lowered his face to between his daughter's thighs and immediately placed his lips on hers. Thea arched her back, moaning, "Han." Malcolm smiled and began to suck her clitoris passionately, while inserting two fingers inside her. Thea's hands gripped Malcolm's hair, and her thighs squeezed his face. "Oh yes! Han!"

Thea's hips began to move of their own accord, intensifying her pleasure. The pleasure was building more and more, Malcolm's fingers moving faster and faster, hitting a sensitive spot inside her. "Ooh... I'm going to... I'm going to..." Malcolm pulled his face out while continuing to fuck her with his fingers.

-Go on... Come, Thea... Come for me!

He pressed his thumb against his bundle of nerves, and Thea's eyes rolled back as her orgasm rocked her. "Oh yes! Han! Han! Yes!" She screamed louder and louder for several seconds until her body finally relaxed.

Once she calmed down, Malcolm climbed back onto her body, his hard cock between her thighs. He rubbed himself against her, his head touching her dripping pussy.

-Let me fuck you now...

Thea looked him in the eyes and, without saying anything, spread her thighs. Malcolm smiled, "Good girl." He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in with a single thrust, letting out a hoarse moan. He remained motionless for several seconds, enjoying this forbidden bliss, then he began to move. This time, Thea was wide awake, participating in this bestial coupling. The bed slammed against the wall, the sheets fell to the floor, and the mattress creaked under Malcolm's thrusts. He had buried his hands in his daughter's hair, gripping it so tightly that strands remained between his fingers. His cock was pounding so hard that he was sure Thea would have bruises the next day, but he didn't care, and from the feel of his daughter's thighs surrounding him, Thea didn't seem able to care.

-Oh yes! Harder!

Malcolm didn't need to be asked twice; he fucked her even harder, his head touching the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

-Oh yes, Dad! Oh my god! That feels so good! Han!

Malcolm smiled and Thea came hard around him, her sex twitching. She screamed again and again, clawing at the bare skin of his back before falling back onto the bed. Malcolm continued fucking her for a while before feeling that familiar tingle.

-I'm going to come, Thea... Let me come inside you!

-Yes... Yes, come inside me...

He smiled. He knew what that might mean, but he didn't care. Suddenly, he froze, ejaculating hard inside his daughter. "Oh yes!"

Malcolm fell back onto the bed, panting, before turning to face Thea, who was looking at him. The drug would still work for many hours, for now they had to rest.

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When Malcolm opened his eyes, he felt something pleasant between his legs. He sat up and, to his surprise, saw his daughter completely naked, her penis disappearing into her mouth. Malcolm moaned and placed a hand in Thea's hair. "Oh... What a surprise... Keep going." He bit his lip and let Thea perform this delicious blowjob.

After a moment, Thea released him and climbed back on top of him. She settled herself on top of him and slid down onto his cock. "Oh yes!"

He watched his daughter rock her hips against him, her breasts bouncing in time with his movements, her mouth half open, plaintive, delicious moans escaping her lips. Malcolm cupped her breasts and played with them. As Thea threw her head back, he leaned toward her and took one breast in his mouth. It was the first time he'd kissed her skin, and it made their coupling much less brutal than the day before.

-Oh, Thea... Thea... You make me so proud...

-Oh! Han! Oh yes!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved faster and faster, her breasts rubbing against her father's chest, who could no longer hold back. He slid his hand between their bodies and stroked Thea's clitoris, and she cried out louder, "Han, Dad!"

-Yes, my girl, come for me... I'm going to come too, Thea... Do you want me inside you again?

-Yes! Oh yes! Han! Han! More! Haaaannnn

He watched her come the moment he came inside her, coating her stomach with his sperm, remaining motionless so she could keep as much as she could inside her.

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Three Months Later

Steam from the shower was pouring out of the open door, and moans echoed off the bathroom tiles. Inside, Thea had her hands on the wall while Malcolm's hands were on her breasts, his cock inside her, pumping in and out. They'd been fucking almost every day for months; Malcolm no longer needed to drug her; she was completely submissive to him.

-I'm coming! Faster... Oh my god! Yes!

Malcolm smiled when he heard her. He slid his hands down, moved closer to her body, and accelerated his thrusts amid his daughter's blissful cries. He then froze inside her, and they lay there for a long moment, catching their breaths. Thea reached behind her head to wrap her fingers in her father's hair, while Malcolm's hands slid down to her stomach, where a small bump was beginning to appear.

He had fulfilled his most abject fantasy, and he was proud of it. No one would find them, no one would ever take his children from him. They had disappeared from the face of the earth. Thea gave herself to him and would give him what he dreamed of.

Chapter Text

The bar was quiet tonight, and Felicity sipped her cocktail, avoiding thinking about everything that had gone wrong in her life. She thought she was happy. She'd been engaged for a while, but she didn't trust him anymore. For a few months, she'd truly believed she was happy. Yet her heart was breaking, and even though she tried to forget his betrayal and his lack of self-confidence, she couldn't get over him.

Maybe she could tell him she forgave him? No... Her pride was greater than that. She took another sip of her cocktail when she saw a man sit down next to her with a sigh.

"A scotch, please."

The bartender nodded and poured her a drink, which the man downed in one gulp before setting his glass down.

"Everything okay?"

She didn't know why she'd asked this stranger this question, but she felt lonely, and a little conversation wouldn't hurt. The man turned to her with a smile. He was handsome, with a slight three-day beard showing on his face.

"Thanks, I'm fine... I just signed my divorce papers."

"Oh, sorry..."

He shook his head.

"Don't be. We parted on good terms, but ending five years of marriage isn't easy."

"I understand."

Without understanding why, they began discussing their exes. He discussed his ex-wife, with whom he had a good relationship. They simply understood that their lives were going in opposite directions. She told him about this ex who had told her such a big lie that she didn't want to forgive him, even though she still loved him. They were drinking, but not overdoing it. He was on his third glass and she was on her second cocktail, laced with two glasses of wine... The drunkenness was far away.

Around midnight, Felicity looked at the time on her phone and sighed. The evening had been great, but she had to get up early the next day.

"Do you have to go?"

She sighed again before smiling at him.

"Yes... If I want to be fresh tomorrow... I'll go to the bathroom and go."

She got up and walked to the back of the bar. The man looked at her before paying for their drinks and following her. He found her in the bar's small bathroom. He entered and closed the door behind him, as the young woman looked on in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but he approached.

"One word and I'll leave..."

She smelled his intoxicating scent, her heart beating fast and hard.

-I don't usually know that...

-And tonight?

Their mouths met without her answering. The stranger pushed her into the bathroom stall, and even though he had closed the door behind him, he closed it, his tongue slipping into Felicity's mouth as she quickly undid his belt and the button of his pants. He placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall so he could use one of his hands to clear the path to her entrance. When he did, he found her already soaking wet for him. He aligned himself and entered her with one thrust. Felicity threw her head back, biting her lip.

He looked at her and began to move, thrusting into her hard, his hands on her thighs, he moved inside her hard, their bodies bumping against the wall. Felicity bit her lip and tried to hide her moans as her lover pounded against her G-spot with each thrust. This time she couldn't take it anymore; she opened her mouth and cried out as her sex tightened around him, the orgasm hitting her with all its force. The man moved in and out a few more times before freezing and emptying himself inside her, groaning near her ear.

He finally set her down, her legs trembling, straightened her clothes, and smiled at her.

"By the way, what's your name?"

She smiled, fixed her hair before answering him.

"Felicity, and you?"

"Adrian."

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The following week, Felicity returned to that bar again, hoping to find that man, but she waited almost an hour without seeing him, so she got up and left the bar, telling herself it was just a one-night stand and she should forget about him.

"Hey, sweetie!"

She froze, turned around briefly, but when she saw a probably drunk man walking towards her, she turned her face away and started walking faster. She heard the man's footsteps coming towards her and quickened her pace when she felt a hand grab her arm. She screamed in surprise and turned around when she saw Adrian pulling her closer. The man following her sighed angrily and turned on his heel.

Felicity was relieved.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"Yes, thank you..."

"You're welcome... Need a drink?"

She shook her head. She'd already had two drinks and didn't want to go back to the bar where that man had probably gone back. Adrian gently pushed her toward a white car a little further away.

"I don't live far away. You can come and collect yourself, and I'll drive you home."

She smiled and nodded. She really needed to collect herself away from this place.

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This wasn't planned, not at all. She was just supposed to have a drink at Adrian's and go home, yet here she was, completely naked on his bed. Lying on the sheets, they hadn't even bothered to remove them. Felicity had her thighs spread and Adrian's face between them, his mouth on her folds, his tongue driving her wild with desire. She had one hand in his hair, urging him to continue, while her other hand gripped the headboard. He was licking her clitoris ardently, and she felt her body react more and more.

"Han!"

She smiled and bit her lip as he continued. This time, she didn't have to hold back, so when her orgasm hit her, she let go.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Han!"

Adrian stood up, slid two fingers inside her, and watched her as he prolonged his orgasm. He moved his fingers faster and faster, pushing himself in as far as he could, and he felt her come again around them. He withdrew them and climbed on top of her. Felicity was breathing heavily, overwhelmed by the sensations he was making her feel.

"Can I go?"

Wordlessly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled them up as far as she could to make it easier for him, and suddenly, he was inside her, sliding in easily because she was so wet.

"Oh yes... I've wanted this for a week!"

He began to move inside her, not gently, the bed began to shift beneath them, bumping against the wall as the mattress creaked beneath their bodies. The sound of their skin slapping together, their sex joining together, was far too obscene to be heard. Adrian placed Felicity's legs over his shoulders and began to pound into her faster and faster.

"Oh yes! Oh my god! Fuck me!"

He smiled and continued his task, watching her face betrayed by pleasure. She loved what he was doing to her, and he had to admit, he did too. He placed his hand on her clitoris and began to rub it vigorously. Felicity's eyes widened in surprise, and she placed her hands on Adrian's forearms and cried out.

"Han! Han! Ah! Yes! Like that!"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes!"

Adrian smiled, pressed firmly on her pleasure button, and thrust faster and faster inside her. Suddenly, she came around him, her sex contracting around his hard cock. She cried out in pleasure, tears welling up in her eyes, and he thrust into her one last time, cumming as hard as his body could muster. "Oh yes! Han!"

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, and as he was about to pull out, he saw that she had passed out from the pleasure. He smiled. He pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mirror against the wall. He stood up, stark naked, and approached it, smiling, knowing full well that the camera he'd set up behind it had filmed their entire sexual encounter.

Oliver Queen was going to suffer.

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When Felicity opened her eyes the next day, she immediately remembered the evening, the night spent in Adrian's arms. It had been good, incredibly good. She felt his presence behind her, his hand gently caressing her waist, her buttocks. She turned, biting her lip at the sight of him already hard. Then she did something she'd been craving since the day before: she ran a hand along each side of Adrian's body, bent down, and took him in her mouth.

He smiled, placed a hand in her hair, and turned his face toward the mirror, showing her pleasure as she licked and sucked him. He saw his head disappear between her lips, his cock sliding in and out thanks to her saliva, and he moved his hips a little to make the recording more painful. Adrian looked back at Felicity's face as it gave him divine pleasure.

"Oh yes... Keep going... It's good!"

She moaned around him, and Adrian had an idea. He made her pull out and turn around, so that her pussy was against his face. She knew what he wanted and took him back in her mouth as he began to fuck her with his mouth.

Felicity moaned and moaned again and again as she sucked him, and after a while, she released him and cried out in pleasure, "Oh yes! Han!" Adrian sat up, took her by the waist, and penetrated her from behind. The morning was only just beginning.

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Nothing could erase that image from Adrian Chase's mind. Nothing.

He'd kidnapped Oliver three hours earlier, tried to make him bend, to make him say he liked killing people on that damn list, but to no avail. And then he'd pulled out his secret weapon: His affair with Felicity. It had lasted nearly four months, during which they'd had sex two or three times a week, and damn... His body still remembered it. He'd never thought this shy blonde could be so good in bed. Of course, Felicity hadn't contacted him since she learned his identity, but Chase didn't care; he'd enjoyed it and had all the evidence he needed to make Oliver Queen believe him.

He hadn't believed him.

Adrian knew that, so he turned on the screen mounted on the ceiling and scrolled through the videos of their sexual encounters, one by one, and there were a lot of them. Chase had seen Oliver's gaze break, his face close up, and he knew he'd broken him.

So he'd left him in that room, the videos scrolling across the screen for hours, and when he came back, he'd seen his enemy with light tears streaming from his eyes.

"Don't worry, she stopped responding to my messages when she found out who I was, but I enjoyed it, and I think you realized she did too."

He laughed wickedly, before noticing something he hadn't expected. Oliver was hard; he could see his erection through his pants.

"Oh, I see it's affecting you too."

"Shut up!"

Adrian smiled when he heard Oliver's cell door open.

"I can take care of it if you want..."

Oliver turned his eyes and saw Artemis, the young girl he'd taken under his wing and trained before realizing her betrayal. She bit her lip.

"No!"

Adrian smiled and pulled away.

"Relieve him... We're not monsters."

Adrian left the room, leaving Artemis alone with him. She walked over, put her hands on his pants and pulled them down, letting his fully erect member spring out. She wrapped her fingers around it and pushed it into her mouth, sucking greedily in time with the body noises heard on the screen.

"Stop!"

Oliver tensed as he felt his body react, and despite his will, his body began to move, wanting to free itself. He closed his eyes, trying to forget the unwanted blowjob, but the body slamming on the screen and Felicity's moans weren't helping. His lower abdomen tensed, and suddenly he erupted into Artemis's mouth just as he heard a cry of "Oh yes! HAN!" On the screen, Felicity had just come. He opened his eyes, Artemis released him, and he realized he was still hard.

She smiled. She undid his clothes, smiling.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

She climbed onto the table, swung a leg on either side of his body, looking at him.

"No! Please! No!"

Too late, Artemis positioned his penis at her entrance and lowered herself onto him in one swift thrust.

"Fuck, you're big!"

She waited a few seconds before moving on top of him, up and down, making small circles before starting to rock her hips hard. She placed her hands on his chest and stared at him, her gaze broken as she fucked him. On the screen, more lovemaking could be heard, and Artemis smiled.

"Imagine her in my place."

She sat up, put her hands on her breasts, and bounced on Oliver.

"Oh, Oliver... Your cock feels so good!"

He looked away from the screen and saw the young girl pleasuring herself. Her hair had come loose, her breasts were bouncing, her sex was glistening with pleasure, and he could hear their bodies slapping together as she dripped so much juice. He saw Artemis move one of her hands to her clit, which she began to rub.

"I'm going to come! Oh! Um... HAN! Oh, that's good! Oh yes!"

She screamed again and again before collapsing onto his chest, still moving.

"Come inside me!"

"No..."

But it was too late, Artemis kept moving, and he felt her body give way. He heard her come a second time near his ear, and this time, he came with her, his cum spurting from his cock and filling Artemis's pussy.

"Oh yeah... That's good, right?"

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Adrian returned two hours later. He pushed open the large door to Oliver's cell and immediately heard moans that didn't sound like Felicity's.

"Hang, fuck! Han! Han! I'm coming again! Yes!"

He opened the door wider and saw Artemis sitting on top of Oliver, completely naked, riding him. He was surprised; he'd never once asked her to do that, but he smiled. Artemis turned her head toward her boss and smiled.

"Should I stop?"

Chase looked at Oliver, his gaze blank. Adrian smiled back.

"Your choice."

Artemis started moving again.

"Come on, Oliver, cum inside me... I know you want it!" »

The scene was extremely erotic, and Chase felt himself harden. He undid the button of his pants and took out his very hard penis, which he took in his hand. He approached the "couple" who were having sex, masturbating near Oliver's face.

"Come on, look what that does to me!"

Artemis began to scream louder and louder.

"Han! Yes! That's good! Oh yes, Oliver!"

She collapsed on top of him, panting, before hearing him moan. He began to move inside her and froze. Artemis smiled and looked at Chase, who was emptying himself on his enemy's face.

"He filled me up nicely."

Chase tucked his penis back into his pants before looking at the young girl. He wanted to keep Oliver for a few days, and if Artemis kept this up, he wouldn't be the same man anymore. He smiled and watched her fall asleep on Oliver's body. He left the room, thinking that his plan was going even better than expected.