Teyla could feel her feet being dragged along in the dirt behind her, could fell the ice coldness of their breath on the back of her neck and smell it invading her nostrils. Her head spun franticly trying to come to sense of what was happening. Before she could react she felt her self being forced to the cold floor. Her eyes widened as she looked around with wonder but also fear then noticing she was kneeling in front of an man sitting on a thrown, she took a deep breath, but stayed quit, he looked down at Teyla with a cold, arrogant stare that went through her like a knife through butter. He slowly rose and descended the few steps leading up to the thrown. He looked to his servant's with a taunting glare, regarding them for everything they were worth then turned his attention back to Teyla. His eyes were dark and passionless. He squatted down and brought his face close to hers rubbing his chin as if thinking of something to say. Teyla found herself disliking the man before he even spoke.

"You are Teyla right?" he asked gruffly. His voice was deep and unkind.

"Yes"? Teyla replied unevenly. Everyone knowing her name round this place was starting to make her a little uncomfortable.

"Wow when the men said you were a looker they were not joking" he said, Teyla noticed a little slur in his words and could even smell the alcohol on his breath.

The man got to his feet again and rocked on his heels.

"I like the name ,Teyla,. it pretty" he sniggered an evil smile appearing on his face.

"Why don't you tell me who you are and why you have brought us here." Teyla said getting right to the point. The man marched sluggishly towards her and punched her round the face. She knew a bruise was going to form and she could already fell a headache creeping up on her. That is one thing she hated about her job. No matter what she did, she was always the one getting kidnapped or taken hostage by some sleaze bag or another or other, sometimes she just wished that they would take one of the guys for a change. Not that she meant them any harm, she just know Rodney would probably drive his captors crazy with his continuous whining, John would probably charm the pants off any one of them, probably even if they were men, and Ronon would probably scare them silly with just a look. At the thought of this Teyla laughed then realised her mistake, the man looked at her with a threatening glare and hit her round the face again but harder this time.

"You know unlike most I like to cause people pain especially people like you" he shouted angrily

"Like me?" Teyla repeated a little insulted

"women, they are so feeble"

Teyla rolled her eyes then put on a sly little smile.

"Then you're in for a shock".

The man looked at Teyla through widened eyes, then tightened his jaw.

"Very well." He started then headed for the door, peering over his shoulder. He said

"Pretty her up for me boys"

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Elizabeth's dread grew stronger each second Teyla was missing she had paced her cell a dozen times and couldn't keep still in one place for to long. Her body screamed with alarm and her mind was telling her that Teyla was not going to come back, but her heart told her different. They would not have taken her if they wanted her dead. No matter how hard she tried to keep her mind from pondering she couldn't quite muster the task, because every outcome was the same as the one before. A single tear made its way down her cheek but she didn't bother wiping it away. she planted her self on the bed and hugged the pillow close to her chest, letting more tears fall. She could not remember the last time she cried, it had been years since she shed any tears. She looked in to the cell opposite as Eldon jolted up from the bed, his skin glistened with sweat and his breathing was quick and heavy. He franticly looked around himself as if trying to search for something that was not there. He calmed down then hopped off the bed looking around him once more.

"W...w…where is Teyla?" He stuttered alarm clear in his voice.

"They took her" was all Elizabeth had to say. The man's face twisted in pain and sadness it all most broke Elizabeth's heart. He shook his head and backed away.

"no, no ,no ,no, no, no they cant they might hurt her if she does not cooperate "

"Cooperate?"

"They are going to sell her."

"Who are… they?"

"Braktar Luther and his men. You mean to say you have not herd of him?"

Weir shook her head and continued to listen to the man.

"Braktar Luther is the most aggressive slave trader in the galaxy, he has no heart, no feeling's, no anything, just a thirst for causing pain. And if Teyla does not cooperate, she might as well be dead."

DUN DUN DUN. Ok that was sad but moving on. how did you like it. was it good????? you be the judge and again i am sorry for the delay. And i thank you all for the Reviews.

And i would like more for this chapter. it always helps. And to make up for the delay i have posted two chapters. JUST FOR YOU :-)