Sam Carter drew her leather jacket tightly round her to protect her from the slight chill in the air. She smiled at the boys' friendly banter, as they all said their goodbyes, ready to leave and head home for the evening, sated and contented after their team night at O'Malley's. She flexed her knees as if walking on the spot and wished that she'd worn jeans, or at least something a little more substantial than these thin black trousers.
"Come on Carter, let's get you home," he quipped, as if she were a 12 year old schoolgirl, out past her bedtime.
Sam closed her eyes briefly. Give me strength, she prayed. She reopened them and chose to ignore the tone in his voice. "It's okay, Sir. I can walk."
Jack shrugged as if to say 'suit yourself'. Over the years he had come to realise that it was pretty much pointless trying to argue with Carter about male chivalry. If she wanted to walk home, then fine. It wasn't like she needed the company - she could keep herself entertained with all the thoughts in that overactive brain of hers.
Sam stood on her toes and gave Teal'c a quick peck on the cheek. She then moved to Daniel, who she pulled into a tight and drawn out hug. She kissed him lightly on the cheek as well. Jack shuffled uncomfortably as she turned her attentions to him.
"Good night, Sir," she said stiffly.
A moment's pause passed between them as she waited for a response. He stood rigidly, before moving towards her, his arms outstretched. "C'mere."
He wrapped his strong arms tightly around her and breathed in the scent of her soft blonde hair. It was rare they got the opportunity to do this legitimately. In fact, it would have looked suspicious if they hadn't, given her farewells to the others.
"Goodnight, Sir," she whispered as she held him.
He smiled as he nuzzled into her neck. "It's not too late to change your mind, you know."
"Good night, Sir," she repeated firmly, as she drew away.
Sam turned on her heel, waving over her shoulder, and headed back towards home, zipping up her fitted leather jacket to just beneath her bust, trying to preserve a little warmth on the chilly evening. She walked briskly back to her house, only a twenty minute walk from O'Malley's, grateful for the fresh air and the time to think over her latest scientific project. So wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the figure lurking just a few metres behind.
She pushed the front gate open and walked up the pathway, skipping up the steps and fumbling in her jacket pocket for her keys. She pulled them out, spilling loose change across the porch, then stooped in the poor light to collect it.
Sam stood up, a slight prickle in the back of her neck, as if she could feel eyes on her, but dismissed it. One too many beers, she thought. She moved to the door, key in hand and turned it in the lock, pushing it open, as she bent down to pick up a letter she saw on the welcome mat.
Standing just inside the doorway, she ignored the persistent chill of the night air and ripped open the letter, wondering who it could be from. The prickle in her neck distracted her again. She turned, and felt a sharp blow to her skull as her vision faded into darkness.
Sam's head was throbbing and she was unable to think clearly. Her skin was rubbing against the harsh carpet, ripping against her back. She felt her lower arms pressed down by rough hands, bruising her bones, locking them into an awkward position. The person was kneeling on her shins, using them, along with her arms, as points of leverage for his considerable weight, whilst keeping her from moving or causing damage.
She slowly opened her eyes and was confronted by a cold leer. A leer, followed by a deep thrust as the man above her plunged into her, making her scream automatically, her muscles reflexively trying to force her limbs out of his firm grasp.
The assailant responded with an icy chuckle, as he leant down and kissed her. Sam clamped her teeth on his lip, causing drops of blood to trickle out of his mouth, sprinkle onto her pale skin. Undeterred, the man continued pounding into her, Sam now biting her own lip, as tears of pain and horror trickled down her face, flooding it with mascara.
She closed her eyes firmly shut as he drove into her harder, with more force. Her disgust and fear gave him satisfaction, built up his rhythm and dark enthusiasm. The strength caused the friction between her back and the carpet to increase, as she slide further along, her head now bashing rhythmically against the wall.
His movements became faster, more erratic, and she cried out to him as his hand slipped, now painfully pinning her flesh to the floor. She automatically flung her eyes wide, to see him sweating over her, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open, emitting a low groan. He thrust deep into her as he climaxed, pushing against her now tender cervix.
He relaxed slightly, allowing Sam to head butt him and make a break for the door. She was naked, vulnerable, but blind panic forced her out, regardless of the consequences. She stumbled to her feet, her head still throbbing from the constant pounding against the wall, the insides of her thighs slick with semen and blood from the tender tissue he had ripped within.
A hand closed around her ankle, and Sam came crashing back down, her head hitting the door and sending her back into the distant realm of unconsciousness.