A/N: Hello, all! Same disclaimers apply. But now, it's Sydney's turn to narrate.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Previously (this one's kind of long)...

I ran up to her, threw down my equipment, and quickly started to untie her. I was finally reunited with my love.

Or not.

"Who are you?"

"Sydney, it's me, Vaughn. It's okay, Syd, it's okay."

"Nadia."

"What?"

"My name. It's not Sydney. It's Nadia. Sydney was tortured and taken away."

"Where was she taken?"

"I don't know. But my father took her."

"Your father?"

"Arvin Sloane. He's holding her. He's torturing her. And so is Danny."

"Danny?"

"Hecht. Her fiancé. He's been torturing her."

Present time, Sydney's POV...

Daniel Hecht. There was a time when I thought I would be his wife. Bearing his children. Complaining to him about my hair turning silver, like my Dad's.

This was not one of those times.

I figured that Sloane had something to do with my disappearance. But to think that he went so far as to keep my fiancé alive just to make my life hell was beyond me. He had already done so much to break me down. This was the final hit of the chisel against my psyche.

I don't even want to think about it. Every time he sweet-talked me, every time we kissed, it was all a lie. I could never listen to The Temptations after he proposed and then "died." Now I had no desire to.

Every time he hit me now, I tried to go to a happier memory.

Like hanging out in my now-ruined apartment with the real Francie and Will, just talking or joking.

Like finally bringing SD-6 down.

Or a stolen kiss from Vaughn in the break room or a handhold under the table of a meeting.

Vaughn. God I miss him. I wonder what he's doing right now. If he knows where I am. If Dad knows where I am. Possibly if Mom knows where I am.

I just hope someone gets me out of this hellhole before I crack.

"Sydney dear, I saw how devastated you were after I died. Sad, really. Mourning me as if I was dead, like you meant something to me."

"You bastard. You did mean something to me. I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with you, but I'm glad that you did leave. If you hadn't, I never would've met..."

"Who, Vaughn? Your new beau? Poor thing. Pathetic excuse for a man thinks you're dead. He's been drinking for the last 6 months over a woman he never deserved."

"What? He's been...what about Dad? Mom? Anyone?"

"Darling..."

"Never call me darling again."

"Sweetheart..."

"What did I say?"

"And what will you do about it, tied up to a chair like that?" He asked. "With you in such a position, I could have a very good time...

"How. Dare. You."

"You always were beautiful..." He said, stroking my cheek. I quickly bit his finger, and for that I got hit hard.

Vaughn...Dad...Mom...wherever you are, please get me out of here.

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