Disclaimer - I own only the basic plot and extra bad guys. I do not own Stargate I only wish I did.
A/N - I forgot to put that it is in Sam's POV
There was a pounding in her head. Immediately Sam's thoughts went to her weapons. 'P-90? Gone. Zat? Gone.' After another mental check she deduced that all she was left with was her BDU's, vest and energy bar. Anything that could be used as a weapon was gone.
"Hello Samantha Carter. As you are aware I have removed your weapons and anything that could aid your escape." Sam turned around to see who was talking to her. When she looked, nobody was there. The voice continued, "If you succeed you will have the one thing most important to you."
"And what is that exactly?" Sam demanded, if she was going to die here she didn't want to have that question lingering in her mind.
"That is the reason you are here, your life has so many different elements; your job, the military the protection of the rat infested, mud ball you call Earth, your dad Jacob Carter…"
"Now stop right there!" His name was the one thing she couldn't bear to hear. He was funny and just, the person she wanted there the most, or so she thought.
"Ah, yes. Your team, the people you fight with. Your family, there is your brother Mark but I am not convinced!" There was smugness in the voice, almost as almost as if it had read her like a book. "It doesn't need to be said but I will any way, your CO Colonel Jack O'Neill as you call him, you know more about him than you do yourself. Well, I could use it to my advantage, let's talk about Charlie and Sara O'Neill"
Now that struck a nerve, as much as she tried to hide, there was no way she could keep her emotions under control. She broke down crying. Expecting to be taunted some more the disembodied voice spoke one last time.
"Don't think of this as torture. Maybe character building or an ethical lesson. Let it begin."