Warning: Very dark chapter...Torture scene

Chapter two

Not again, O'Neill thought as he slowly regained consciousness. He had heard, more than felt the staff blast, his death had been quick, almost painless. How he hated the sarcophagus. He slowly opened his eyes and looked right into the glowing eyes of Ares.

"I am your god! I control both your life and your death! You belong to me!" The goa'uld turned to Cal'Tak, "Bring him. I will teach him that I am his god, he cannot defy me!"

Cal'Tak grabbed O'Neill by the hair and yanked him out of the sarcophagus, dumping him on the floor. O'Neill drew blood, as his teeth sliced his bottom lip, but he did not cry out. He was brought roughly to his feet, then he was falling again as he was hit with a rough shove from behind. He couldn't stop himself from the sharp impact with the wall. He saw stars as he landed on the ground.

O'Neill growled, brought his foot around connecting with Cal'Tak's armored leg thankful for steel toed boots as the Jaffa joined him on the ground.

Cal'Tak landed on his back and quickly retaliated. The Jaffa's longer leg shot out catching O'Neill in the jaw and sent his head whipping back impacting the wall with a solid crack. Cal'Tak quickly got to his feet and sent another kick into O'Neill's ribs, he didn't offer any resistance, he was already unconscious.

Cal'Tak grabbed O'Neill by the leg and dragged him, he grinned each time O'Neill's head bounced off the floor.

He was dragged threw a maze of corridors and finally into a large room. Shackles were chained to the ceiling and a table at the far right of the room was covered in multiple devices.

"He was suppose to be awake for this," Ares commented as Cal'Tak dragged him into the room

"I apologize, my lord. He resisted," Cal'Tak replied.

"It does not matter; we will start when he awakes. Chain him up," Ares replied.

Cal'Tak grabbed O'Neill by one arm, pulling it up to the correct height before he shackled it in place. Cal'Tak took a step back grinning at the way O'Neill's limp body swayed. Blood already ran down O'Neill's arm as the shackle, the only thing holding him up, bit into his flesh. Finally Cal'Tak brought up the other arm and locked it into place.

O'Neill was kneeling in front of a wall, his arms fully extended over his head, the shackles already cutting off the circulation to his hands. He was so close to the wall that his head, bent forward was actually resting against it.

Three holes ran vertical about an inch apart three inches from the top of his head. In those holes Cal'Tak placed a metal spike about four inches long in each hole before he grabbed O'Neill by the hair and pulled his head back threw his arms and smacked him. O'Neill jerked his head forward, right into the wall. O'Neill looked around dazed, his eyes unfocused.

"What," O'Neill mumbled.

"It is time you learn your place," Ares spoke up from his side as Cal'Tak forced O'Neill to his feet.

O'Neill's eyes focused on the spikes sticking from the wall, only inches from him.

"How much pain you receive is up to you," Ares started.

"How but none," O'Neillvoice was full of hate.

Ares ignored him, "Do not move! Your god commands it!"

O'Neill gulped, this was not good.

Cal'Tak brought Ares a pain stick.

"I've heard these are quiet painful," Ares remarked activating it.

"Yeah, shove it up your aaaahhh," O'Neill broke into a scream energy streaming from his mouth and eyes as the pain stick struck his back. He tried not to move, but the pain arched his back, away from the pain, towards the spikes. They easily slid into his chest.

Ares moved the pain stick causing O'Neill to sag, his mouth moving in a silent scream. He stuck there, blood gushed from his mouth. He slipped of the spikes somehow still conscious. His knees buckled, he was falling, then the chain stopped him with a sudden jerk. He couldn't breathe a pool of blood was forming on the ground beneath him.

Ares grabbed O'Neill by the head, tilted it backwards so they were looking eye to eye. Ares eye's glowed, "You will do as I command! I am your god! This was your first lesson."

It took everything he had left but O'Neill spit out his blood hitting Ares in the face.

Ares slammed O'Neill's head into the wall, causing him to fall limp.

"You will learn not to defy me," Ares promised.

O'Neill swore he felt the power of a healing device as he fell unconscious.

The first thing he noticed was the pain was gone; the second was that he wasn't alone. Jack looked down at his chest; saw the scars threw the holes in his shirt.

"I did not heal the scar tissue, they will be a reminder of your lessons," Ares spoke up from behind him.

Jack was once again forced to his feet.

"Do not defy me! To defy me brings pain! Do not move!" Ares commanded, this time he held a torch.

Jack gritted his teeth as he felt the heat of the fire as Ares brought the torch closer. He was sweating, his back was burning. He could smell his shirt burning as the heat from the torch caused it to start and smolder. He could feel his back blistering. He was gasping for breath, inched forward, felt the sharp spikes. The torch dug into his back, he smelt burning flesh, instinctively his body reacted, moving away from the heat, the pain.

He impaled himself, oh how he screamed. He barely heard the goauld's laughter as the torch was taken away. He collapsed, felt a rip, the spike snagged on bone. His scream turned into a gurgle, blood gushing from his mouth. His lungs were filling with his own blood, in seconds he was unconscious hanging limply by the spikes. He wasn't breathing, but the blood continued to pour.

Jack awoke to pain, his arms still fully extended were holding all of his weight, he could no longer kneel, his knees were only slightly bent. They had moved him, he was facing the room, he could see his original spot to his left clearly marked with his own blood. He wasn't alone; Ares and Cal'Tak were there along with two others that Jack didn't recognize.

Ares wore a grin as he came towards Jack, grabbing a torch. "We had to use a sarcophagus, of course I didn't allow it to finish, I'm not done with you yet."

Jack took a step backward as Ares came near, felt sharp spike poke into his back. Jack glanced behind him; it was over a foot to the wall.

"Stop," Jack begged as Ares came closer.

Ares brought the torch in, the flame licked up the front of Jack's shirt.

"Don't, please," Jack begged.

"Do not move," Ares replied.

He couldn't help it, he was on fire, he took a step back felt the spikes slide in, he screamed, stepped forward, his shirt erupted in flame, it caught his pants. Jack gagged on the smell of his own flesh burning.

Shish kabob or barbeque? He didn't want to burn to death, he choose the spikes. Forced himself to take two steps back, he couldn't go threw with it, tears were pouring down his face. Ares helped him.

He screamed and screamed, it stopped abruptly his eyes rolling into the back of his head, he wasn't breathing.

"Not this time," Ares remarked as he lifted the healing device. He was joined by the other two; working together they healed the wounds around the spikes.

"No," Jack croaked past a mouth filled with his own blood.

He couldn't move, couldn't feel anything. His vision was going dark, he couldn't breath. The healing device was on him again.

"Well done," Ares commented. "You successfully pierced your spinal cord at least three times."

Jack's eyes were wide in fear if he looked down he could see the spike sticking out from his neck.

"Release his arms," Ares commanded.

They were released, falling limply to his side, how bad Jack wanted to punch that grin of Ares face.

"Do not let him die," Ares commanded his two companions.

Two hours later Ares returned a memory recall device in hand. "To continue to torture you physically would be a waste of time, you can no longer appreciate it. This will have to do."

Ares plugged him in. Images of Charlie's death, how he couldn't save his own son were brought before him. The whole time they had to keep a healing device on him. Jack was whimpering. The three took turns keeping him alive, sleeping and eating. Jack could only whimper as he hung there limply, images, horrible images from his past continued to assault him.

Forty hours later darkness finally claimed him, they could no longer keep him awake, even with the power of three healing devices.

Ares called Cal'Tak, "Get him the sarcophagus. We will continue this later."

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