Disclaimer: Alias is Abrams...darn.
Sydney opened her eyes to blackness. She heard a car rumbling. Oh my god. She began to struggle but gave up. This won't do anything. She resigned to lying still. The car stopped and fear rose in her throat.
The trunk opened and she blinked at the sunlight. He stood over the open trunk. He began to pull her out. Sydney twisted to break free from his hold. His hand slapped her. Her hand shot to her cheek. One angry tear fell.
The car doors opened and the two men got out. She would have run but his arm held her pinned against him. The men walked towards an unmarked building and opened a side door. He slowly released his tight grip on her arm and turned her to face him.
"Shall I escort you or will you be a big girl and go in yourself?" She hesitated. His smug features hardened. "You will be the one who determines how hard this is going to be."
Sydney wrenched her arm away and stalked to the open door. She paused there and saw a room with a table and two chairs. Her spirit sank farther. She was conscious of his presence behind her. He pushed her forward into the cold room and she allowed him to take her by the elbow to one of the chairs. He pulled it out for her with a smile. Bastard.
She sat down roughly as he pushed it in towards the wooden table. She felt a handcuff lock one hand to the chair and the fear returned.
He sat across from her. "I assume you know why I've brought you here?"
She looked away. He leaned back in his chair with arms crossed. There was a long silence. Sydney looked back to see his face. That all too familiar face. He stood up and she squeezed her eyes shut. He walked around the table to her chair. Don't look at him.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'll give you some time to remember."
Sydney shuddered but looked straight ahead. He waited by her side. She kept looking straight ahead. He straightened up and walked away. The last thing she heard before the blackness was the door shutting.