Slade got minions to set up the camera on a live stream, sending it to Verdant. He knew that if Oliver saw his girl like this he would freak out.

Soon Slade's lackeys (I'm going to call them Bob and Jim) went to fetch the bruised prize...
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Meanwhile In The Arrowcave...

Oliver jerked up at the sound of the computer dinging. When he went to see what was going on he found Diggle had beat him to it, however, the look on Diggle's face worried him.

Oliver got close even to see the screen and his heart jumped into his throught. Not in the way it normally did when he saw her blonde hair and blue eyes. No, he could barley recognise the woman he fell in love with. She was black, blue and had cuts all over her face. Her glasses were abandoned in favour of the contacts Slade had given her the night before.

Oliver felt he was going to be sick the longer he looked at her. 'This shouldn't be happening to her.' Oliver was knocked out of his thoughts when the man he hated more than anything came on screen. Oliver growled at the sight of him playing with her hair.
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Felicity woke to hands pulling her out of the cell she was accommodating. The smell of old boot leather assaulted her and the leftover fumes burned her eyes.

She didn't need a mirror to tell she looked like crap. Her dress was torn in certain places and she had cuts on her arms and legs from her latest attempted escape.

"Well, well, well... Look who's here Oliver." An australian accent sneered. Only then did Felicity notice that there was a camera set up. Dread filled her as she realised this wasn't like her normal 'appointments' with Dr. Wilson, as she had taken to calling it.

Slade came behind her and started to fiddle with her hair. She had given up on trying to stop him from messing with it the second week into her capture.

"Should we have some fun with her or not?" that question was directed towards Bob and Jim. Slade paid no mind to her as if she was an object there for his amusement. Which, technically she was. She had no idea what went on in Slade's narcissistic mind and had no intention of figuring it out. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side today as he decided on physcological torture to harm her with.

"Your worthless! You little hag, you don't deserve mercy or friendship! You are stupid, no wonder your father left you!" Slade's comments came and went. They didn't bother her as much as they used to. She knew them well by now. They were always on a back-burner, forever on loop in her mind.

If she ever got out of here, which she highly doubted (after all it had been three months), she didn't believe those voices would fade.
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Oliver was devastated by the crestfallen look on his girl's face when Slade started talking and teasing her. It looked and felt so wrong for her to be as broken as them. They needed to get her back, and soon.