Resume 'Firebomb':

Sloane's recently required doomsday device has been used on a church in Mexico City killing a dozen of people but the actual target, Kabir's ex-wife, is not among the victims because Sydney and Vaughn managed to get to her before the attack. The CIA traces Sark from Mexico City to Kabul and assumes that Sloane is behind the operation. In return for saving her life Kabir's ex-wife provides the CIA with intel about Kabir's compound, which makes it possible for Sydney to access his base with the attempt to disable the weapon. Unfortunately she is captured by Kabir's men…

Heaven and Hell

Cold as ice she sat in the interrogation chair just waiting. She had been in this situation numerous times before and had quickly learned that keeping calm was the absolute best move – that way her chances of escaping increased because she was thinking straight remembering everything she had been taught not letting her emotions get the best of her. But it had been a hard task to learn and in some situations she still wasn't able to fully suppress the desperation and panic growing in the back of her mind reminding her that this time she might not make it out alive.

The room she was in was completely dark and in spite of her efforts she wasn't able to make out anything in her surroundings. 'I'm probably in some kind of basement', she thought, while trying to move her arms and legs hoping that the straps with which she had been tied down might loosen if she gave them some resistance. Realizing it didn't work she rested her head on the back of the chair while trying to forget both her throbbing headache and what might happen to her if she didn't find a way out of there soon.

Hearing footsteps she looked up, suddenly being blinded by a bright light forcing her to turn her head downwards while she rapidly blinked trying to give her eyes a chance to adjust.

'Admit you are CIA.' She looked at the man coming out of the shadow immediately recognizing him as Kabir, Sloane's most resent conspirator, and the man she had expected all along. While she merely stared at him he continued,

'Submit to a videotape acknowledging that you are her in violation with international law.' He tried returning her stare, standing upright while looking down at her, but she locked her eyes on his emanating such strength and superiority that it made him feel like he was the one strapped to the chair. He looked away, taking a few steppes backwards, while sending her a sly smile exclaiming,

'I've always hated women like you…' he lit a cigarette, '…strong women who think they can do anything and who have no real respect for men…' Why is he turning this personal? Her curiosity was growing and with it a feeling of insecurity – where was he going with this? Not wanting him to notice her uncertainty she just let her eyes follow him around the room while he talked,

'…to me they are lost, they seem to have forgotten where they belong…' putting out his cigarette he walked towards her, placing his hands on her wrists, while staring her in the face saying, '…which is with their husbands doing exactly as they are told.' He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face and she closed her eyes visualizing herself beating the crap out of him. His comment hadn't moved her a bit – she knew he was only trying to get to her, to trick her into talking, and when she slowly opened her eyes she send him a crooked smile making him back of looking utterly pissed.

Though she enjoyed the fact that her sheer presence frustrated him she knew that carrying it too far would be dangerous and she naturally didn't want to provoke him into torturing her any sooner than he had intended. Her face had therefore turned bland when he said,

'But there is one way to break any woman down…' he was standing behind her now placing his right hand on her shoulder slowly letting it slide up towards her neck, '…the oldest form of torture known to man…' While he talked his fingers had reached her chin and he was suddenly standing in front of her holding on to her face more fiercely when she tried to avoid his touch. 'And with a pretty face like that…' he let his thumb caress her cheek, his eyes running down her body, smiling maliciously when he once again looked her in the face, '…I'm sure there are a lot of men willing to break you down.'

Was he serious?! She felt a chill running down her spine but she quickly shook it of when realizing that his threat might be a positive thing – if he really intended to rape her he would have to free her from the chair and if he did that… 'But luckily for you I'm not that kind of person,' Kabir said, interrupting her chain of thought and she couldn't help but look at him confused. 'Is he playing some kind of mind-game with me', she thought and seeing the smirk on his face she concluded that he had to have something planned for her. She didn't like to admit it but not knowing what it was, was driving her crazy.

Kabir suddenly left the room and, as far as she could hear, he was discussing something right outside the door. While quickly reentering he explained, 'I'm am nothing but a simple businessman… and you know Sydney…I have just received an offer too generous to refuse…' She froze. How the hell did he known her name!?! Nervousness was spreading through her body but still she didn't move a muscle – she wasn't about to let him know that he was getting to her. He calmly continued,

'It has come to my attention that you and I have a mutual friend…' he smiled, '…and this friend of ours is going to give me a rather large amount of money if I leave you with him for only an hour…' She looked at him skeptically while he leaned in on her whispering in her ear, '…and you know what darling, I'm not sure what kind of person he is…' With a huge grin on his face he stood up straight beckoning towards the door and she instantly heard someone's footsteps moving towards them.

'Hello Sydney.' That voice unquestionably belonged to Sark, there wasn't a doubt in her mind, and it was quickly confirmed when he stepped out of the shadow greeting her with a wry smile. Kabir walked up to him, saying something, then silently left the room. The next instant Sark pulled up a chair, placing it on her right while saying,

'It has been too long since I've seen you Sydney…' he tilted his head, '…and, believe it or not, I've missed you.' She had been staring straight ahead since he entered the room but when she felt him looking right at her she turned towards him, her face being totally expressionless. He smiled exclaiming, 'Well, you truly are your father's daughter…' Putting his hand on her arm he suddenly looked serious when saying, 'Look, I'm going to cut right to the chase here… I've fancied you for a long time Sydney but I realize that you don't, and probably never will, return my feelings…' he looked down, '… you have made that perfectly clear…' when he raised his head she noticed the look in his eyes – somehow he seemed to express both sadness and longing and simultaneously a very fierce anger and jealousy. He tried finishing his sentence,

'…the problem just is that I'm not ready to accept that.' He had gotten up, not removing his hand from her arm, and as he started moving around her he just let his hand follow him, caressing her while he walked.

She felt nauseated. Partly because the feeling of his touch was loathsome but mostly because of his implications - if he thought that she would ever let him rape her he had to be insane! And again, if that really was his intention he would be forced to release her from the chair, and if he did, she would rip his face of. Suddenly feeling the weight of his hands on her shoulders, eagerly massaging her, every muscle in her body tightened with anger and frustration. 'If I could just get my hands free', she thought, feeling him getting closer while he said,

'I want you Sydney… and I'm going to have you because I know…' he let go of her, pausing to emphasize his point, '…that you aren't strong enough to stop me.' As she saw him appear from behind her she wasn't able to disguise her anger but Sark didn't seem to notice and simply continued, 'I do realize though, that if I let you out of that chair, you would put up quite a fight…' he glanced at her, '…you might even beat the shit out of me and, as arousing as that sounds…' 'Go to Hell!' She snarled, staring at him so intensely, emanating so much self-confidence, that it was obvious to him that she didn't believe he could ever do anything to hurt her. And that seriously upset him,

'That is the one thing I don't like about you Sydney,' he exclaimed, getting agitated, 'you are so condescending towards everybody else because you believe that you're superior to anyone you meet…' he turned around walking towards the door, '…but I'm going to show you that you're not unbreakable!' She tried to see what he was doing in the dark but it was impossible and before she involuntarily started guessing he returned with a small case in his hands. Once again sitting down besides her he silently opened the case uncovering a small ampoule and a syringe. She stared at the case in disbelief while goose bumps were appearing all over her body. He couldn't…! She felt a search of panic go through her and she was letting her guard down making it clear to Sark that he had upset her. With a smug look on his face he said,

'This is Clonopin…' he had picked up the ampoule, '…which is a tranquilizer related to Rohypnol but not quite as strong. That means…' he looked at her, '…that when I give you this, you will only pass out shortly feeling dazed when you wake up and the best part is…' not being able to help himself he smiled, '…that it relaxes your muscles to such a degree that you won't be able to fight back because your body and mind will refuse working together.' Slowly filling the syringe he looked at her with his cold, blue eyes trying to clarify his intentions to get a reaction, 'Meaning that you will know exactly what's going on but you won't be able to do anything about it.'

She was working very hard trying to get her feelings under control but she couldn't block out the desperation spreading through her body. The thought of having sex with Sark repulsed her so much that she felt physically ill and she couldn't remember ever having been in a worse situation. Trying to suppress her emotions, to stay calm and clearheaded didn't work – she was terrified when Sark injected the needle saying, 'I'm going to break you down Sydney, when I'm through with you…' 'You miserable son of a bitch!' She snarled, 'you'll never get away with this!' Most of all she wanted to give in, to cry, scream and yell but she knew it wouldn't do her any good and there was no way she was going to give him that pleasure. He smiled maliciously at her outburst, calmly replying, 'Oh yes I will. Do you really think it will make any difference if I rape you or not? I'm already on the CIA's 'most wanted' list…' he extracted the syringe pressing his thumb against her arm to stop the small wound from bleeding while continuing, '…and I can't imagine that anything I do to you would put me in a worse position than I already am.'

Knowing that he was right she sat back in the chair, closing her eyes, concentration on fighting of the drug, which had already made her dizzy. Lightly shaking her head she looked up but her vision was a blur and soon after she felt herself surrendering to a force stronger than her willpower.

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She uttered an anguished moan, turning the white out of her eyes, when a fierce blow hit her on the side of her head forcing her to slowly regain consciousness. 'Wake up! I don't want you sleeping through this,' someone yelled, and at that moment she couldn't really remember where she was or who she was with. Feeling tired and confused she slowly opened her eyes, blinking hard to fight of the blurriness, soon realizing that she was lying on the floor of a dark room. An urge to get up flushed over her and she tried pushing herself into a more upright position when everything suddenly came back to her. Frantically she tried sitting up but her muscles didn't respond well and her every movement was delayed and weak making her effort to get up look pathetic.

'I see you have responded well to the medication,' Sark stated, kneeling besides her, lightly touching the red bruise appearing near her cheekbone, 'I didn't mean hurting you like that but it was taking you a little longer to wake up than I had anticipated.' She glanced at him knowing he was lying – his posture and facial expression made it obvious that he was enjoying hurting her, having her in his power, and that literally scared the shit out of her. Her head felt heavy and she closed her eyes imagining being somewhere else when she felt Sark's hands traveling up her thighs. She looked down, and when seeing him sitting by her feet, caressing her legs, a feeling of both repulsion and frustration overwhelmed her. Her will to fight him was so strong but, for the first time during her adult life, she couldn't defend herself, and that was devastating to her – almost more devastating than feeling her assailant pulling of her pants leaving her in nothing but panties from the waist down.

With a broad grin he moved in closer, pushing up her top, allowing himself to kiss her lower stomach while he took a hold of her panties ripping them of the next instant. The thought of being so close to hurting and humiliating her was unbelievably arousing and he couldn't resist her – and why should he? Opening his pants he uncovered his erect member thereafter easily splitting her legs apart snarling,

'I am disappointed in you Sydney – aren't you even going to resist me?' He wanted a reaction from her, something indicating that he was in control. That this was obvious wasn't good enough for him he wanted to hear it from her, and with that in mind he leaned in on her, nearing her opening, when exclaiming, 'I want to hear you scream!' With one violent thrust he penetrated deeply awaiting her response. And he got what he wanted. Hearing her cry out with despair and pain exited him to such a point that he quickly repeated the motion, this time expecting another uncontrolled outburst, but to his disappointment, not hearing one.

Every cell in her body had screamed in protest when she first felt Sark's hands forcing her legs apart but she had tried to ignore her body's signals when knowing that fighting him of was impossible. She just wanted to get it over with. Having closed her eyes she felt him getting ready to enter her and she ordered herself not to make a sound – determent to make this the least pleasurable as possible for him. Knowing that the Clonopin would make it easier for him to penetrate her she didn't think the pain would be unbearable and her promise to herself about keeping quiet wouldn't be impossible to keep. But it was. Her outburst had been caused by pain but it was of a more emotional than physical kind – when feeling him inside her she realized what was happening and how miserable it made her feel. Vaughn was the only man allowed to see her naked, to kiss, touch, and make love to her and that Sark was violating their relationship was causing her more pain than any form of torture.

He had gotten closer to her, their chests now touching, his hands running up and down her breasts and stomach while his eager lips where kissing her throat and she tried concentrating on distancing herself from him emotionally to avoid crying. That was a battle she was determent to win – he might be able to take her body, but her mind was her own, and if she broke down and cried he would have gotten to her both physically and mentally and that was not going to happen!

Therefore she just lay there, staring straight ahead, trying to make her mind wander off when suddenly hearing Sark whisper to her in a voice filled with hatred and jealousy, 'How does it feel finally to have a real man, hu?!?' He raised his head, his eyes piercing right through her as he continued, 'someone who can actually perform instead of that limp-dick boyfriend of yours!' He smiled, with one hand grabbing the back of her head as though insuring that she couldn't move, stating, 'I know he's not really the one you want to be with…' then pressing his lips against hers in a long, fierce kiss. With a smug look on his face he broke away sending her a self-satisfied glance exclaiming, '…because if he was…' he began thrusting harder as though exited by his own words, '…you wouldn't be enjoying this so much!'

She closed her eyes, trying very hard to ignore his words, but she could no longer escape reality and her eyes were rapidly filling with tears. 'I can't believe this is happening to me, she thought, doing her best to keep herself from crying. 'I'm a spy for crying out loud! I should be able to control myself under any circumstances, not give in to a bastard like Sark's mind-games!' Noticing the change in her eyes Sark was gloating and he rasped, 'I knew I would break you down Sydney Bristow, it was just a matter of time…' he forced her to look him straight in the eye when continuing, '…I want to see you cry, you little bitch!'

Looking into the eyes of the man she hated so much, she realized something - she might be a spy, having learned to suppress all her emotions to stay rational in any situation, but she was also just a person capable of hurting and suffering. And what was happening to her now was too much. Hearing his breath in her ear, smelling the sweat on his body, tasting his mouth on her lips, and, worst of all, feeling him move inside her, touching her allover was the worst thing that had ever happened to her and she was miserable, humiliated and scared. Who could blame her if she cried?

Thinking about Vaughn, how much she missed him, and how she hoped to see him again, she let her emotions overcome her and tears immediately started running down her face. As though thriving on her vulnerability Sark was overwhelmed when seeing her tears and with one last thrust he spilled inside her, thereafter collapsing on her chest, breathing heavily. 'Get of me you son of a bitch,' she thought, feeling her despair turn into rage, and all she wanted was to push him away. As if he had read her mind he got up, quickly dressing, hereafter picking up her clothes, kneeling besides her.

'It won't be long before the drugs start wearing off…' he said, caressing her face, '…and I think I have to render you harmless before attempting to move you.' Having noticed that her body was slowly regaining some control she had hoped he would leave her alone long enough for her to surprise him but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Sark quickly continued, 'So if I don't see you soon Sydney…' he leaned in on her, '…I want to say goodbye properly…' Placing his lips on hers he coaxed his tongue into her mouth, eagerly investigating every part of it.

Her first thought was to pull away from him but he had taken a firm hold of the back of her head and at this point she had far from regained full muscle control. Not wanting to let him get away with his actions anymore she used the little strength she had to bite down as hard as she could on his tongue, making him break away with a cry, 'God damn it!' Covering his mouth with his hand he frowned, sending her an angry scowl while clenching his fists exclaiming, 'You shouldn't have done that Sydney…' hereafter quickly knocking her unconscious.

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