Vala Mal Doran hid in the smallest corner of her modest home. She shivered in fear, though it was more for her family she worried. Within moments she was being held still by a Jaffa. She struggled to break free, but his strength was far greater tha her own. She screamed when the Goa'uld in front of her exclaimed, "I have chosen."
She blacked out for a period of time she had yet to determine. When she regained consciousness, she heard another voice coming out of her mouth. It was deep and angry. She heard herself give the order to kill all who resisted. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. She couldn't move her own fingers or wink her own eye. She'd been taken over entirely.
She did all she could, which wasn't much. She looked out at the people of her village, seeing what Qetesh was seeing. She focused on each person, searching for two in particular. Searching unsuccessfully. They weren't there. Qetesh must have ordered them dead before she'd awoken. She wanted to cry, but she no longer would tears form in the eyes that used to be hers.
Without them, what would be her motivation to fight? She didn't like Qetesh or want to be part of it, but the two people she'd cared about the most were gone. There was no way they could have escaped. The Goa'uld won without a fight.