I read another story where the Goa'uld's name was Kuk. I mean….how random was that? Maybe not so much because I did google egyptian names and that's how I picked Kuk. But hope you enjoy. I'm on Chapter 17 now. I will post faster in the future.

Chapter 7

It was a miracle that her body was still moving. Time was a strange concept. She wasn't sure if a week had passed, a month, but it definitely felt as though a year had passed since she last felt whole. Kuk had definitely earned his name and wore it proudly like a badge of honor. One of the things that Kuk had failed to obtain yet, was a sarcophagus. Despite, its harrowing effects, at this very moment it was something she yearned for.

Kuk had been largely unsuccessful prying any information that was vital or detrimental to Earth's survival, but he had learned by way of observation, and experimentation. He allowed Sam to have short periods of respite to recover enough where he could continue with his sadism. Perhaps due to his own host, he realized the frailty of the human body.

Like a scientist, he studied her responses and toyed with them stopping at the brink of destruction. Leaving her begging for him to end it. He had used this one instrument that inflicted pain at every moment of breath being taken. She never experienced anything remotely like it. Moving didn't activate the weapon that was injected into her veins. It was as though it targeted her neurologically, able to discern when she needed to breath. Ultimately, her body had to force itself not to breath and she lost consciousness.

It had come to the point where Kuk didn't even bother to hook her up to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She was powerless to escape his grasp. Her shoulders had long since been dislocated. Her foot had been crushed and was dragged when she was moved like dead weight. So physically, there wasn't much more that she could stand. Kuk left her alone to heal, not wanting to risk ending his enjoyment.

The place she was held was certainly no Ritz couldn't see much except for a small ray of light that had escaped through a overhead vent. From what she could tell though, the room was well used. It was wet, musty smell marinated the air and barely big enough to hold her broken form inside.

She could tell the days passing from the sliver of light coming and going. Or at least that was the best way of measuring it. Kuk had not come for her for what she could tell was over two months. She had no sign of life around her aside from the guard tossing in a horrid tray of what was passing as food. Sam could feel herself malnourished. She knew that choice to eat the slop was taken away if she had hoped to escape. Or hoped to still be around to be rescued. The gruel was nauseating and unsettling. The only way she managed to get it down was in big gulps as if she was taking a shot of alcohol. What was even worse was the fact that she had limited use of her hands, and was forced to face-plant into the food to eat. If she ever got out, she reasoned, she would never complain about an MRE ever again. When she had enough time to rest, and mentally prepare, she managed to relocate her shoulders and reset her ankle. Which meant she needed to re-break it to be aligned properly. Tried as she did, she could not stop the scream that escaped her lips with each movement.

Another month or so passed much the same. She had even started to yearn for Kuk's arrival. Despite what that would signify, she needed human contact. She attempted at times to speak with the guards but to no avail. Kuk must have instructed them to ignore her. But one day, something had changed, she felt the ship moving for quite some time. Then she heard the voice of a woman. Hope soared within Sam, only to be extinguished with the accompanying sounds of gut-wrenching screams and and equally guttural laughter.

Did he forget about me? Was I not enough? I didn't tell him anything, no one could have given him more of a challenge than me. her thoughts began to run wild. Closing her eyes, she tried to center her mind and regain the balance she felt slipping out her grasp.

That's a good thing Sam, he's not focused on you. Concentrate on getting better, think of getting back to Earth. Think of your team. Think of Jack. Sam forced herself to follow her pep talk. She turned her thoughts to Earth, attempting to drown out the sounds of the poor women Kuk had taken.

The first thing she planned on doing, is taking a long shower. The hottest one her skin could take. Then she was going to find the biggest steak and the tallest glass of wine to drink. She definitely deserved it. After creating her fantasy, her thoughts shifted to all the people she missed. She wondered what Daniel, Teal'c and Jack we doing. Normally she would guard how she thought of the Colonel, even alone as she is now, because anything else was dangerous territory. But Sam was honestly not even sure if she would get to see any of them again for it to matter. The boundless memories she carried with her of the team and of Jack where her most cherished possessions. Her heart told her that they would never give up finding her. Her heart told her that Jack would champion her survival.

If she really allowed herself, she could manage to almost feel the touch of his hands and his arms around her. Sam mentally fell into the security of his imaginary embrace. She envisioned his head resting on hers, whispering that it was all going to be okay. Believing that it was, she drifted off into a deceivingly blissful sleep.

WHACK! The door to her cage violently swung open, jarring Sam back to her dire reality. Clearly startled, sher starred wide-eyed, seeing Kuk standing triumphantly before her. He stood there silently at first. For a quick and unexplainable moment, Sam felt herself start to smile at him. But she caught herself. She wasn't relieved to see him, she knew what was coming. Or at least, she thought she knew. Looking at her from head to toe, as if he was planning his next series of attacks.

"Hello Samantha. Are you ready for the games to continue?" Kuk motioned for his Jaffa to lift Sam to her feat. Wordlessly, he turned to go to his throne room, with her being dragged behind him.

Arriving, Sam looked around to realize that she wasn't in his throne room like before. But she was in his personal quarters. The Jaffa carrying her, unceremoniously dropped her on the bed. Quickly regaining her balance, she shifted and made to stand up, only to be knocked back down, this time being pinned by the same Jaffa.

"Time for a different kind of fun my feisty Samantha. It's been far too long since we last played." Kuk's eyes gleamed with his evil intent. Smiling that same saccharin and sadistic grin, he retrieved a vial and syringe from a nearby table. Filling it, he quickly returned to her side. With one hand, he grabbed her chin and roughly pushed it to the side. "You know what this is?"

Sam stared at him out of the side of her eye, refusing to respond. She gritted her teeth, mentally recollecting the last syringe he had brought out to torment her with. Though this one had a more illuminating appearance, she did not discount the end result as being any different.

"That's ok, don't answer. I rather tell you what you are going to experience instead. You are going to get the life changing opportunity to experience the worst facets of humanity. By the time I finish with you, you are not going to even trust yourself."

She had difficulty trying to wrap her mind around his veiled response. She couldn't grasp how what she imagined was going to be off the richter scale of pain, was going to equate to the worst of humanity. She felt the needle pierce the thin skin of her neck, causing her to wince. Like it or not, she would soon discover pain like never before. Something that would test everything that she had inside of her.

Kuk leaned back, taking a moment to observe her. He was obviously waiting for some kind of reaction. He was silent and patient. All that was missing was a bowl of popcorn. Sam laid there, her nerves building at his response. She didn't feel any sign of pain or discomfort. She shook her head and blinked repeatedly. Her sight began to get fuzzy, Kuk looked as though he was coming in and out of the room.

She struggled to see clearly. She still had yet to feel any pain. Instead she didn't feel anything. She could tell whatever he gave her had paralyzed her. Still, she attempting to lift her arm but she couldn't even pick up her index finger. Then all of a sudden, her captor disappeared altogether, yet she could still hear his mechanical voice. And it dawned on her, that there are things that are worse than physical pain.

"Samantha, tell me, how do you feel?"

Kuk's hand shot up to her leg, which was almost completely exposed from being shredded by his previous knife work. Feeling the warmth underneath his palm, Kuk squeezed it hard as if it was nothing more than play dough. Sam's mouth fell opened but just as she didn't so much as flinch, so was she void of sound. The pain rang through her body like a bell being struck, but she was completely powerless to fight against it. The injection had rendered her completely helpless. She wasn't even afforded the release of a scream. Kuk clapped his hands with an almost youthful glee, genuinely pleased with the results.

"Now that we have you all warmed up, what do you think your people are doing right this second?" Kuk's question came, seemingly out of nowhere. Since she had been here, Kuk appeared completely disinterested in the usual line of torture questions. And it had been countless months that passed with nothing. He had simply enjoyed torturing her with no intent other than his sick pleasure of seeing her writhe in pain.

But as the haze overtook her senses, his voice and his body began morphing into someone else. Her mind inadvertently answered his question mentally, and she began envisioning her team going about their standard routine. Kuk was no longer there, his body lost an inch of height, his hair grew longer and his clothes became BDUs.

Disbelief colored her eyes. She knew she wasn't seeing what she thought she was. It didn't make sense. Completely out of reason. Yet here she was, looking directly at her best friend.

"Daniel? Oh my God, how did you get here?" she exclaimed. She never imagined feeling as happy to see Daniel as she did in that moment.

"I've always been here Sam. Don't you remember?" Daniel asked. He cocked his head to the side, appearing innocently confused. With one finger, he pushed his glasses higher on his nose. It was that slight movement which caused Sam to think twice. Daniel had begun wearing contacts months ago. Well, most likely a year ago at this point.

Testing her theory, she frowned in frustration finding her body still paralyzed. She still felt that hazy, heavy feeling behind her eyes. Whatever Kuk had given her, it was causing her to hallucinate. And he seemed to know how to manipulate those hallucinations.

"I don't know what you're hoping to gain from this Kuk, but you're still going to have to try harder." her voice wavered with a false bravado. Mentally, she began a steady chant, telling herself that this was not real. That Daniel was not here.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. I intend to do more than try. Aren't you happy to see me? I've been missing you a lot." Daniel's voice floated to her ears. He seemed so real. His voice so reassuring, even just his illusioned presence. She felt the bed lighten as the man stood to grab something else from his bedside table. He slid what looked to be brass knuckles over his fingers and returned to the side of Sam's bed.

Swiftly and unceremoniously, the look-a-like Daniel drove his fist into her stomach. Unable to find any other outlet, tears escaped the corner of Sam's eyes and she screamed silently. But what had hurt far worse, was seeing the face of her attacker. Daniel didn't stop his melee with that first, well-placed punch. Soon the hazy, cloudy feeling that the drug induced, was fading as she began to slip from consciousness. And it was much welcomed.

In her heart, she completely believed that Daniel wasn't the one causing her so much torment. But her mind was having a harder time discerning that.