DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, but they're fun to play.

Timeline: early in 3rd season, but I will go my own way with this story...Hope you will enjoy it anyway.

CHAPTER ONE: MR FURIOUS, THE DARKNESS AND THE ANIMAL

Pain

Fury

Darkness

That was her world.

Pain. Fury. Darkness.

But no fear. She was too furious for that. And the other parts of her, which didn't focus on her fury, they had to deal with the pain.

There was no room for fear. Not in this world. The world, in which she welcomed darkness and where she had learned to transform pain into fury.

And about that...

Man she hadn't been this furious in a damn long time!

What a fucking world!

Now she was alone. Only darkness, pain, fury and her good old self. But she knew they would return soon. Very soon.

They only gave her a little time to rest. To regain her strength. Not enough to fight, but enough to make sure, she wouldn't drift away in the middle of a "session". They really thought they could break her and force her to speak with enough patience and some brutal interrogation methods. Well, mostly with the rough part.

She wondered how many days had passed since Ferrah? Since she had been captured and brought to this place? She didn't have a clue.

But more than that she asked herself how long it would take, till they realized she would keep her mouth shut? How long till they accepted that she wouldn't become a traitor? And how long till the pain would fade away and death spread its filthy little wings for her?

Another person would maybe have welcomed death in her situation, even begged for it. But she wasn't like others. Never had been.

She was strong! And the more pain they inflicted on her, the more fury rose in her. She could feel it rushing through her veins. She couldn't move a fucking finger, but she could feel the hot burning fury rising in her body, with every passing second.

This was what kept her alive! Maybe she wasn't much more than a bleeding, hard breathing thing at the moment, but she was still alive. And she wouldn't give up.

She wanted to be alive!

Maybe death was a place without pain, but it was fucking sure a place where she couldn't fulfil her promises. And she never broke a promise made.

Especially not this one!

She sealed it with her blood mixed with her tears over her father's dead body. This one was a sacred promise, one of the kind which had let her father slip away with a smile on his lips.

Fuck, she couldn't even die!

She had promised him two things: Keep their family treasure safe and to do her best to use it. Everyone in her family had made these promises and everyone had done his best but neither of them had found a way to use it.

Now, she was the last of her tribe. With her death nobody would be left to mourn her. She couldn't die. Not like this.

The sound of approaching footsteps disrupted her thoughts immediately and she felt her body stiffen against her will. Since her hands and feet had been chained to the stone wall behind her back, she had very little space to move.

The footsteps were close now and she could hear the rough laugh from one of her tormentors. The one, who always bore a greedy look in his eyes and a cruel smirk on his thin lips. She swallowed hard, but couldn't avoid her guts from flinching. It didn't need a genius to understand the meaning in his looks and dirty grunts. She knew exactly what he would do to her, given the chance his partners wouldn't be there to stop him. She swallowed again and craned out her chin.

Nobody would break her. Regardless of their methods.

The door opened with its familiar creaky sound and a dim ray of light filled the room, before the two men entered her little cell.

"Hello honey! Miss me?" Pervert asked with a greedy smile.

"Fuck you!" She managed to whisper. Her throat was dry and she had to force her chapped lips to form the words.

"No problem, honey. No problem. I'm your man." His lips turned into a wicked smile while he moved towards her and slid a finger teasingly slow over her right cheek. She tried her best to turn around and bite him, but she was too slow. Her body barely followed her orders and the sudden movement increased the uncomfortable dizziness in her head. Ignoring his nasty laugh she blinked a few times to clear her view.

"So, did you spend your time well?" Asked the other man, the one with the red hair. His features didn't show any visible emotion whilst speaking. She looked him straight into the eyes but kept her mouth shut.

He sighed. "Alright. Seems like you need a little bit more" He hesitated to emphasize his next words "Stimulation to answer our questions."

Without another word his fist hit her jaw with enough force to smash her head against the wall.

The dizziness made her feel sick and the next, well- placed punch in her stomach, nearly turned her stomach enough to vomit. Somehow she managed to stay quiet. Only a muffled little moan escaped her throat. She needed a few breathes before she felt strong enough to raise her head again and face him with a depreciated glance.

"Why do you agonize yourself, hm? Is it so hard to give me what I want? Surrender and I grant you a quick and painless death. Remain silent and I promise you pain beyond anything you can imagine."

She felt her yaw stiffen and her new friend Mr. Furious took control. She could feel it and the men had seen it reflected in her eyes, too. To her deepest satisfaction her hatred filled gaze made Pervert step back. For a second a flicker of uncertainness passed over his face, but soon enough he narrowed his eyes and came close again.

"Let me have some quality time with her. To become better acquainted with each other, if you know what I mean. In the aftermath she will do anything only to get a little more affection from me." He winked at her suggestively. "That's a promise, babe!" He grunted with a low voice.

"Maybe later." Redhead agreed. Perhaps it was her luck that she had pissed him off earlier. He was definitely a man who hated to fail. And it made him furious that he hadn't been able to break her yet. She was sure he wouldn't allow Pervert to play with her, before he had been able to break every single bone in her body, or before he lost his patience with her.

Pervert let out a disappointed moan but kept his mouth shut.

She didn't have time to give him a sneer smile, since the redhead grabbed her throat and choked her with soft pressure.

"This is your last chance!" He said with a deceptively soft voice.

"No!" She mumbled hoarsely. Two seconds later her fury was no longer able to dispel the pain, when she heard the dull sound of a breaking rib. Agonizing pain filled her entire body like fiery liquid. Her breath became erratic and she couldn't avoid a small whimper.

"This was your second." He smiled while pressing his hand against her chest, against the rib he had broken only few days ago, forcing another moan of pain out of her. "You know there a ten of this left, and some of them are very close to your lung. It must be very painful when they penetrate it." His voice was soft as ever but his eyes glared at her with a stone cold expression. She knew all too well -ripping her into pieces wouldn't deprive him of his sleep at night.

"You know exactly what a woman wants, don't ya?" Pervert laughed.

She did her best to force her lips to speak and he leaned forward expecting her to tell him what he wanted to hear so badly

"Go on...say it. I know you can." He encouraged her.

"Fuck you!" She whispered through gritted teeth.

His jaw tightened and suddenly his eyes held a deathly glare, which made her insides flinch, but she tried her best to ignore it and focus on her rage. To concentrate on the fury and forget about the pain.

Some time later she wasn't sure if she could stand this any longer, sometime soon maybe during the next couple of minutes or hours she would give in.

In the end she wasn't sure if death was such a bad option at all.

"So maybe finally, you've changed your mind?" Redhead's voice was only a faint whisper in the back of her head and she tried her best to focus on it. But the dizziness was too powerful. Her mind was spinning; she felt waves of nausea turning her stomach and every breath drew liquid fire into her lungs.

Control! She had to control herself. No fear. No pain. Only fury, she told herself, but it was so damned hard. There wasn't any part of her body left which didn't hurt.

She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and loose her mind in soothing memories –only for a moment. Just a few seconds, but her pride couldn't allow such a cowardly behaviour. Closing her eyes meant to acknowledge weakness, besides to let either of her punishers out of sight for only the blink of an eye was far from being a good idea.

Redhead sighed theatrically.

"It's a pity! I've never met such a strong woman like you before. Most men would've pissed themselves hours ago. Maybe even earlier. But you... you are indeed a stubborn one, aren't you? To stubborn to realize what is for your own good. I'm not pleased with your obstinate attitude but believe me, when I tell you, that I'm impressed. Really, you've got my admiration."

"What ya talking about?" Pervert asked with a frown.

"Shut up!" Redhead hissed.

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to move but it was futile. The chains were the only reason why she was still standing. Nevertheless, she wasn't done yet. Her earlier thoughts floated through her mind and made her angry. She wouldn't surrender to their means! Never! Capitulation was not a possible option for her. Never had been. Her yaw produced an ugly sound as she pressed her teeth together and forced her body to sit up. She failed but she had tried. That was the only important thing on her mind.

"Give up, woman! You will die. The only question is how. Tell me what I want to know and it will be quick, otherwise..." He was interrupted by the sudden burst of the door when a third man stumbled in.

"What the hell..." Redhead started but the newcomer stopped him.

"Intruders!" That caught Redhead's attention at once. With a last deadly glare in her direction he left the room.

"How did they find us? How many and where are they now?" Were the last words she heard from him before the door closed after him and left herself alone with Pervert.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room and the dying echo of redhead's footsteps was the only noise.

"Seems like it's my turn now, honey!" Pervert chuckled and her body stiffened in response.

Dispelling the pain as good as she could manage she compelled herself again to move but her injuries were too severe. The pain was overwhelming, breathtaking. She wasn't even able to move her head to the side, when Pervert began to stroke her cheek and her hair in a mocking caress. All she could do was trying to elude his disgusting touch.

"No need to be shy!" He grinned and she felt the urgent wish to punch him hard and painful in an area of his body where it would hurt the most. Her left eye was thick and swollen but it seemed that the look in her remaining eye showed him how she felt about his approach. Unfortunately this seemed to be a huge turn on for him.

Now he was close enough to smell his abhorrent scent. A shiver of pure disgust washed over her, when she felt his rotten breath on her skin. Maybe her empty stomach was the only reason she didn't gave in to puke.

"Like that, hu?" He grunted while his hands moved slowly over her body and made her tremble. This time she had succeeded to move her body, only to be rewarded with a mind blowing agony which made her scream.

"Yeah, you like that!" He chuckled. "Never mind, honey. Scream as much as you like. I usually have this effect on women!"

One of his hands slid up to roughly squeeze her breasts, while the other made its way up to her butt, stroking her waist and hips greedily.

"Nice ass, honey. It's a pity that I can't release these lovely chains and take proper care of your backside, if you know what I mean!" He explained in the dirtiest voice she ever heard. "Chains..." She choked. "Only way..." She took a deep breath and concentrated on her inner friend Mr. Furious who seemed eager to help her. "You'll ever..." She swallowed hard and finally managed to say: "Have a woman!"

From one second to the other the horny smile on his lips vanished and a cruel smirk took its place.

"Fucking bitch! I will teach you respect, believe me." Whilst speaking he punched her with full force. She wasn't sure if it was on purpose or only a lucky shot, but his fist met exactly the broken rip on her right side. The exploding burst of pain send little stars dancing before her eyes until finally, she was pulled into a dark abyss of unconsciousness.

The next thing she noticed was pain. What a surprise! It took some time till the fog around her mind cleared and she was able to notice the roaming hands on her body again. Her breath quickened when she realized that Pervert didn't waste any time to rip the clothes from her unconscious form. Instead he had sliced the front of her dirty and blood covered shirt. He didn't pay any attention to her undergarments but tried immediately to pull down the remnants of her soiled pants. He fumbled hectically with the buttons and cursed, when he couldn't manage to undo them. Overwhelming fear of what was to come sent shivers down her spine and erased any coherent thoughts. She was paralyzed- unable to think, unable to breathe. She wasn't even able to restrain her fear and calm down. Meanwhile Pervert had lost his patience with the uncooperative leather of her pants and used his knife again.

"No panic, honey!" He smiled as he became aware of her regained consciousness. "Won't take long till you have your share of Big evil."

A sudden very familiar sound of gunfire caught her attention and to her great relief Perverts, too. A little spark of hope rose in her chest when the sound of loud voices reached her ear. With a little luck somebody would find her in here. Whatever the intruders would to do her, it couldn't be as bad as Perverts needs. Right now she would gladly prefer a wraith feeding on her instead of Perverts filthy hands on her body.

Mr. Furious tried to get her attention and she was more than willing to let him take control. Even more as she noticed Perverts eyes snap back to her and the nasty smile which played on his lips.

"Sorry, honey. Seems as if we need to hurry a little bit!"

He let go of her still buttoned up pants and fumbled with the buttons of his own leather pants. He never took his eyes off of her and his look wasn't hard to read.

She was in deep trouble and the sounds of gunfire were as distant as before. Too far away she realised, to reach her in time

"Forget it, baby!" He laughed cruelly as he turned to her and grabbed her breasts again. His touch caused another wave of nausea and she tried hard to wriggle from his grip with all her remaining strength.

"Don't!" Her throat felt like sandpaper and her voice barley sounded like herself. "Touch me and you'll die!" She choked not very convincingly. But damn it! She would find a way to make him bleed for this.

"Ah, really?" He asked. For a second he seemed to be highly amused, the next he grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the stonewall. Again darkness sent a tempting invitation but this time she didn't pass out.

"Snotty little bitch! There won't be any knight in shining armour to save ya!" He hissed and slapped her again, this time with the pommel of his knife. Her skin split open and sticky blood dripped in her good eye and made her blink. Her disorientation seemed to offer a golden opportunity for Pervert. The next instant she felt his disgusting lips on her. He placed heated wet kisses on her shoulder, her throat and her neck, marking her already bruised skin with his teeth, while his free hand roamed over her body. She struggled and squirmed with full force- the only effect gained was that his hands pressed her even closer against him. A harsh gasp escaped her dry throat as he roughly reached between her legs. She wanted to throw up but suddenly he forced his lips on hers and she had a much better idea.

Mr. Furious coaxed her to open her lips and this mangy son of a bitch didn't think twice and slipped his tongue eagerly into her mouth.

Payday! And with this thought she crunched her teeth together. The smell of his blood, spilling into her mouth, made her smile and his ear-piercing scream of pain raised a deep satisfaction in her. She spit out the piece of his tongue, she had bitten off, and revelled in the feeling of his blood streaming down her chin. All the time he was screaming and buckling while Mr. Furious pat her on her shoulder.

"Fukin´... itch!" Pervert mumbled and she could see tears in his eyes. Suddenly a wave of power rushed through her veins and she wasn't able to suppress a chuckle of satisfaction. For a moment the pain and the dizziness were gone and she felt like a mighty goddess, ready to crush her tormentor right beneath her feet, like the filthy scum he was.

Then the moment was gone and the agony came back. Pervert slammed his knee between her legs and she hunched down in pain as much as her chains and her broken rips allowed her. Caught by pure rage he punched her again and again, yelling at her while the blood bubbled out of his mouth.

"Bitch!" He roared and gripped her hair. Blinded by pure bloodlust he drew his knife and instantly she knew exactly what was to come. But instead of aiming at her chest he slammed the blade into her right thigh.

She screamed out in agony as he started to twist the blade in her flesh. White flashes of pain split through her brain and for a moment her breath was caught in her throat.

"Fuckin cunt!" He choked and twisted the knife 360 degrees. When she screamed again, the door burst open with a big bang and just a second before her mind slipped away she saw the outlines of a man in the opening. Hell, he was a giant! And the look on his face, the moment he recognized what was going on, displayed pure rage.

At least, she thought drifting away, Pervert had failed. Her knight in shining armour had come to save her. Even if it was only an illusion caused by her friend Mr. Furious. A last pleasant image before the very end.

Then everything went dark.

Ronon was with Lorne's Team. Searching for the missing SG Team which disappeared traceless two weeks ago. When the information about the guys with the P 90s got in, Sheppard and Teyla had already left for New Athos. That's why he left with the other team.

Except for the missing team, time was really boring in Atlantis at the moment and he had been glad to go off world. Looking for a little action. Just a slight level of adrenaline. After all his years as a runner, Atlantis was the first place where he had really allowed himself to relax from time to time. But letting the guard down, was always risky and his instincts warned him of being too careless. Beyond that he wasn't the type to just sit around and do nothing. His primitive side, fed with rage in his runner years, was too strong for that.

No surprise his inner animal was more than pleased to find himself in a battle, soon after they had left the village and scanned the forest for a vague hint of one of the natives.

They had come across an old ruin guarded by a couple of men. Four of them armed with the P 90s from the missing team.

Lorne had known him for quite a time now and after a quick glance, only nodded in approval. Apparently the major was not in the mood to argue about his strategies. That was all encouragement he had needed. Without hesitation Ronon had made his way around the ruin. Before the guards could react he had taken two of them down and when the others realized what was going on it had been too late and Lorne and the other two men had taken care of them.

Only one had been quick enough to escape. He disappeared traceless in the inner part of the ruins and it didn't need a pro to understand that there had to be a hidden door or something like that.

It took some time to find it but in the end the absence of dust in front of the stone shrine betrayed the well hidden place.

Beneath the shrine plate an old stairway was revealed; its stairs were contorted and reached deep inside the earth. There was barely enough light to see the ground and he could see that Lorne wasn't brim over with enthusiasm by the thought of stepping down there. He wasn't either. But he didn't hesitate to climb down the stairs. There would be enough time to worry later. Like always.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but short time after they had reached the ground he was separated from the others. And audio didn't work. He barely shrugged his shoulders and moved on. After all he was better on his own in such places and he knew that Lorne and the others could take care of themselves.

A few minutes later a muffled groan caught his attention. He paused for what seemed an eternity, sharpened his senses and concentrated. The same moment he was sure he had heard something, gunfire caught his ears. He flipped around and was on his way to join the others, when a rough laugh caught his attention again. He tightened the grip on his gun with an unwilling growl and returned to the small tunnel. His guts told him that something wasn't right. Other than the fact that strangers had detected Lorne and the others. And it didn't take long till muffled words insured him that he had been right. He couldn't be far but the tunnel got darker and darker till it was pitch black and he lost his bearing for a moment. Suddenly a painful scream, which came definitely from a man, filled the air and he was back on his way. The tunnel he was in arched and he recognized soon that he had been on the wrong side. The moment he turned around the corner the darkness lit up. The dim light was enough to see the door in-grounded in the roughly carved stone wall.

Bitch! Ronon heard a man in pure rage roar followed by a heart disrupting high pitched scream from a woman. His feet kicked the door open before he even noticed and his hand raised his gun automatically up, in the exact position, to blow away everyone who could pose a possible threat. His entrance was accompanied by another agonizing scream from the woman. This time he felt his guts twist and after a quick glance he knew exactly why she was screaming.

His eyes snapped back to her face; the painful expression faded away and something he wasn't sure about crossed it instead. Astonishment? Hope? Before he could get sure she backed off.

The moment he looked into her eyes, something within him broke free and reached the surface. His primeval side took control over him and this time it was pure rage. He wasn't sure why, but the blood covered punished body, secured with heavy chains to the wall, unleashed his inner animal, like he hadn't felt it in a damn long time.

Without hesitation he triggered his gun. The bullet hit the man's chest before he was able to react, and Ronon watched his lifeless body hit the ground. A part of him immediately filled with deep satisfaction, the other, the dangerous part was frustrated that it had been over so quickly. Even now he had to fight he urge to kick the hell out of the lifeless body. But with a little luck hell was exactly the place where he had been sent.

For a second he nearly gave in to his inner animal, but a quick glance at the woman changed his mind. She had a strange effect on him. A part of him still screamed for blood, but the other, the one with the upper hand at the moment only wanted to insure her safety. He put his gun down and hurried to her side. Her chains were no match for him. Funny what a knife and brute force could do. Without the chains holding her, she collapsed like a puppet, cut free from its strings. Suspecting something like that, he had no trouble to catch her before she hits the ground. He shifted her in his arms, not able to avoid a further glance at her bruised body. The numerous cuts and dark coloured marks made him feel sick and he gritted his teeth painfully, trying to concentrate on the situation.

This wasn't the right moment for thoughts like that, he remembered himself. The dripping blood from her right leg, where a knife stuck in her thigh, forced him to hurry. The moment he reached the door he hesitated. He couldn't shoot and carry her at the same time. The moment he realized that, he was surprised to find out that he couldn't hear the sounds of gunfire any longer.

Where the hell was had he been with its thoughts? At least it couldn't be more than a few minutes till he had entered the room and cut her free. But even though he was sure, Lorne and the others were the ones, who had won the match, he couldn't assume that the area was safe now. Unfortunately he had no other choice than to risk his luck.

A few minutes later he reached the stairways without any trouble, only to met a totally confused Lorne.

"Who's that?" The Major asked with a frown.

"Don't know!" He answered truthfully without slowing down. He took three steps the same time and heard the major hurry to catch up with him. Back on the surface Ronon noticed the others had finally found the missing team. Well, three of them. Two of them were injured and needed the help of the others to stand straight. They showed cuts and broken bones but that was nothing compared to the injuries of the woman. The prospect of being back to Atlantis soon seemed to recover their strength.

"Hurry!" Ronon growled as he walked towards the exit. He was sure that, even with the temporary loss of blood, it was no emergency and she would survive, but he didn't want to loose more time than necessary.

"What's with her?" He heard Lorne's voice behind him. "We can't..." He started but stopped as Ronon gave him an unmistakeable glance over his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. Let's talk about that later!" Lorne gave in and joined his side. "Man!" He hissed. "Who did this to her?" It seemed, the major did only now notice her injuries.

"A dead man!" Ronons voice wasn't more than a low rumble and Lorne seemed fully aware of what he meant by that.

"Let's hurry up! Seems she needs a doc." The Major mumbled and tired his glance away from the knife in her calf.

Without another word or a look behind Ronon walked through the stargate, as quickly as possible with the weakened soldiers behind.

When it wasn't essential to watch his steps he looked at her, asking himself what she probably could have done, to deserve such treatment.

The state of her wounds told him that it had been some time, since her torture started. Some cuts were almost healed but showed a red inflamed skin, some of them were fresh and covered with a dark crust of blood. As far as he could see she had some broken ribs and sure as hell, more collared marks in every nuance, as he could count. He tensed his yaw and was glad when he attained at the gate a couple of minutes later. Just to look at her injuries made his inner animal roar with rage again.

This wasn't good. Not for him and definitely not for anyone else. He took a deep breath and managed to stay calm till the others reached his side, without noticing his inner fight. He risked to look at the unconscious woman again and asked himself the second time, why he nearly lost control only by a look at her state. After all he didn't even know who she was!

Author´s note:

since I´m no native speaker any constructive critizism concerning style/grammar etc is highly appreciated!