"Lie to me. I promise, I'll believe." - Sheryl Crow "Strong Enough"

Part 3: Injuries, Torture, Death...

"Ms. Bristow, you can make this easier on yourself if you just cooperate" the man she had dubbed "The Bastard" because of his temperament said as he prepared the syringe of green liquid for her next injection.

Sydney glared at him and didn't say a word. She'd been doing the same thing for what seemed like forever now. And she had the scars and burns to prove it.

She retreated into her mind when she felt the liquid enter her bloodstream . . . Back to the place where Vaughn always waited for her with open arms . . .

This time was no different and he gathered her close as she fell into him with a shaky sigh.

White-hot pain sped through her nerve endings and her breath rushed out in a hiss.

"Shh, Syd . . . It's ok, you're ok . . . Just focus on me" Vaughn whispered into her hair as he pulled her in tighter.

She nodded shakily as she looked up at him. "Am I ever going to get out of here and see you again?"

He smoothed her hair and looked away. "What do you want me to say?"

She gasped as the first convulsion hit "Lie to me . . ."

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tbc. . .