"Okay, that hurt," Jack said as he held his nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.
"Ah, if it isn't our former First Prime."
Jack knew that voice! I mean, of course it was unmistakably a gou'ald, but it was a very particular one he remembered. He looked up, hoping it wasn't her, that she wasn't talking to him. Sure enough:
"Hathor. Lovely to see you again." His voice positively dripped with sarcasm. "Oh, sorry to disappoint you, but, uh, got no snake in the gut." Despite his levity, he shivered at the half-recalled memory of what had happened to him at Hathor's hands.
"Yes, well, perhaps that is fortunate, for we have better plans for you." She approached him as the Jaffa guards grabbed unto Jack's arms and shoulders, pinning them into a very uncomfortable position. As he attempted to struggle out of the arm-lock, he could feel his muscles and tendons tearing. Every moment she came closer. What was with that anyway? She seemed to be the one goa'uld that liked being close to humans, or what was it Bra'tac always called him? Hatak. And there was probably an apostrophe in there somewhere, he thought.
"There is something different about you, O'Neill. You resisted us to the very end. We enjoy a challenge, you see, and we would greatly desire to add your remarkable talents to that of our children." The full import of her words were still descending upon his befuddled brain as she caressed his cheek and jaw with her smooth hand and breathed ever so softly into his face. The fumes entered his mouth like the sweetest honey and smelled of the choicest perfumes. During this moment of stupor, Hathor locked her lips to his, not unlike a snake clamping down on its prey. At first, Jack was overwhelmed with the utmost pleasure, but slowly, like the poison from a serpent's venom, this feeling numbed him and turned into the most excruciating pain. He tried to cry out, but was prevented, for no air was reaching his lungs. Instead, he opened his eyes wide with horror. Hathor's beautiful green eyes stared back at him with the most exquisite sparkle, but then the beauty was quickly replaced by the yellow glare of the gou'ald.
Locked in a noxious embrace, Jack felt his sight and senses slowly fading. Red lights danced in front of his eyes; he had stopped the futile struggle for air. Hathor's breath replaced oxygen. The vapor continued to be released into his body. His nerve endings tingled with it. As he felt himself falling into oblivion, Hathor recalled him as her grip intensified. Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound. His eyes shot open and his whole body lurched in dread. It was the hiss of a goa'uld. He felt Hathor's mouth widen, and then he realized! The snake was slithering onto his tongue. He tried to pull back, but his body refused to respond. Hathor's breath had done its work. The last thing he felt before escaping into oblivion was pain as the symbiote bit into his mouth.