Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's note: This story takes place during Season 5, Episode 10.
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"Did you love her or something?" Black Siren smirked cruelly.
"Why?" Felicity Smoak stammered, taken off-guard.
"The other me." Black Siren said, looking the blonde up and down, "The poor little dead birdie. Were you fucking her?"
"No." Felicity said softly.
Black Siren smirked again, "But you wanted too."
"We were just friends." Felicity said firmly.
"That's not a no." Black Siren teased in a singsong voice, then grined wickedly as Felicity blushed, "I knew it!"
"You don't know anything!" Felicity snapped, "You're not Laurel. You don't deserve to have the same face, or voice, and you certainly don't deserve her name."
"And yet I have it all." Black Siren pointed out, "I guess that makes me the woman of your dreams."
"You're not a dream, you're a nightmare. One who's never getting out of this cage!" Felicity snapped, before quickly correcting herself and babbling, "Well, not that cage, per se. It would be impractical, and weird, to keep you down here. But you're going to spend your life behind bars where you belong, and until we transfer you to a nice jail cell you're not getting out of that cage."
Felicity regretted those words pretty much immediately. She should have known better than to jinx herself like that, but Black Siren had got under her skin and goaded her not only to say something stupid like that, but get way too close to the cage.
Something she only realised while mid babble, and she was just so angry she didn't do the smart thing of shutting up and stepping back.
As a result when the lights went out, ironically perfectly timed with the end of her speech, the bloodcurdling scream Black Siren let out not only knocked the depowered door off its hinges but knocked Felicity to the floor.
Then as the backup generators kicked in she cowered on the floor, hoping that Black Siren would just run away and lead them straight to Prometheus, which was Plan B. Unfortunately Black Siren didn't cooperate.
"You know, that's clearly my cue to make a swift exit. But honestly, I don't care. Fuck Prometheus's plan, and fuck him. And fuck you." Black Siren grinned wickedly as she approached her pray, "Now that, that sounds like a plan I can get behind."
"Stay back!" Felicity pleaded, "Please, don't?"
"Awww, poor little nerd girl." Black Siren smirked, "Don't worry baby, you don't have to be frightened. I'm going to give you what you want. Well, close enough."
With that Black Siren slowly started stripping herself, staring at the still terrified Felicity the whole time. Yet even through her terror Felicity was amazed at this woman's arrogance.
Oliver, Diggle, and the others would be back soon, and Earth 2 Laurel... Black Siren, Felicity refusing to think of her as Laurel, was just making it harder for herself to escape.
Impossible even. And for what? Did she really think they were going to have sex? Would, would she really do that? Rape her?
That ugly were terrified Felicity more than anything else, and yet she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering down as the evil doppelgΓ€nger finally stripped off her bra and panties, revealing her toned body in all it's glory.
Grinning at the other woman's obvious interest Black Siren taunted, "Do you like what you see? Did you ever see your Laurel like this? Did she ever put on a little show for you? Huh? No, you only saw her naked in your fantasies, didn't you? Well, how do I compare? Am I everything you dream baby?"
"You're nothing compared to her." Felicity spat bravely.
"Oooooh, you're feisty. I like that." Black Siren grinned evilly, swiftly moving forwards, grabbing Felicity by the throat so she could force her to her feet and then slam her against the nearest wall, "Well I'll tell you what my feisty little nerd, just for that, we are going to play a little game. It's called dyke whore. See, in a second I'm going to shove my hand into your pants, and if you're dry like any normal woman would be in your situation then you win, and I'll leave you to pine over your lost love. But if you're wet, then that means you're a filthy little dyke whore, which means I win and I will use you for my pleasure. Well, I suppose that way we'll both win, but mostly me. Sound fair?"
"No." Felicity mumbled weakly.
"Why not?" Black Siren pushed, "Don't think you can win?"