Disclaimer: Yeah…this is my first Stargate fic, definitely multi-chaptered. Hope it goes well…review if you want (please please! Sliding bow down reviews make good Christmas presents! Well, here goes!
There was nothing but pain. Pain and the darkness. Every moment she opened her eyes, her body screamed in agony. The slightest movements caused streaks of fire to shoot down her spine. Even now as she lay panting, cropped blond hair matted and sweat-streaked, she could feel the tingle that warned her of the torture that lay ahead.
She couldn't take it anymore. How long had she been here?
Sam Carter lay in a pool of her own blood, uniform ripped and soaked with the thick red fluid that held her life. The life that was slowly bleeding out of her onto the cold floors of the chamber in which she was being contained. Sam opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the blood from her vision. She didn't contemplate sitting up, her bruised and broken body could attest to that, but for now, she settled for opening her eyes.
Sam winced and her vision cleared and the pain came rushing back in one hellish swell. Turning her head slightly, her eyes roved over her darkened cell. Was it night already? She had been unconscious longer than she had thought.
Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened and two Goa'uld guards entered. Hoisting her by her arms, the guards dragged Sam out from her cage and out of the room to begin the torture all over again. Soon, her screams filled the night air, echoing in the empty chambers with no one to hear her cry.
"JACK!"
Back at the SGC, Jack O'Neill sat up rapidly in his bed, covered in cold sweat, her voice still ringing in his ears.
-End chapter 1-
Well, more to come soon! I normally don't write on impulse like this; usually I plan every little word. Review if you like! It would be much appreciated!