Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)
Title: # 41
Series: This is why we have Rules.
Rating: T. As in "T" is for Torture! (Oh, the things we learn from Sesame Street)
Summery: Rule #41) If you are captured by a female Goa'uld, don't ask her if her pimp knows where she is.
700 words
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into! Oh, and SG-3. I own them, but I'll share with you guys!
A/N: This one is dedicated to HK-Revan who asked to see this one. So I figured I, "why not brighten up someones day?" And since the Evil Duo of Cleo and Floppy have been staring at me menancingly, I'm posting this now out of fear for my safety. Because my muse and my evil original character have formed a very scary alliance... and well, I think they may be prone to violence. -rubs healed vampire-muse bit from last week-
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"Jaffa! Kree!" A tall, slender woman had draped herself gracefully across the raised platform of elegant silk throw pillows, her long raven coloured hair cascading down over her shoulders to pool on the bright fabric. Her face veil was semi-translucent delicate black silk, the best quality her slaves could weave. The tiny diamonds in the elaborate embroidery winked softly as it fluttered slightly when she once again raised her unnatural voice. "Bring the captive Tau'ri to me." She ordered her First Prime, who had come running when she called.
Almost immediately, four chained men were brought before her; bloody, beaten and bruised. SG-7 was brutally thrown to the floor in from of her diesis, their Jaffa captors backing away immediately.
Her dark kohl lined eyes flashed as she stood up and walked slowly towards her new play things, her black wispy skirt softly whispering. Kali would enjoy breaking these men. Reaching out her right hand, she forced the chin of the man her Jaffa had told her was the leader up, so she could look him in the eyes. Col. Ryan Hunter hissed slightly in pain as he felt the gold finger tips of a hand device bite into his tender flesh.
"So you are the leader of these men? Pitiful." She sneered, her full lips coming up in a slight snarl beneath her veil. "I had heard the Tau'ri were formidable warriors, it seems I was misinformed," the malice was plain in her voice.
Col. Ryan looked her up and down; taking in the long skirt that sat low on her hips, the matching pitiful excuse for a top (basically nothing more than a black bra) and the gaudy silver chains which hung from it, clinking softly as she breathed. The dozens of thin, tacky bracelets she wore on her left hand rattled as she brought it up to gently caress the patch on his arm. With a sneer of his own Ryan met her eyes. And, to the amusement of his team mates, calmly asked her, "Does your pimp know where you are?"
Fuming as her prisoners let out hysterical laughter, she swiftly back-handed Col. Ryan. Turning her icy glare on his second in command Major Dominic 'Dom' Tanner, she raised the hand device and demanded, "You will tell what exactly a 'pimp' is."
"Why?" he asked in fake innocence. Pain ripped through his body, his every nerve screaming as Kali used her hand device.
"I am a God. You will obey my commands," she snarled over the twitching body at her feet. "Fine," he gasped when she finally stopped. "Back on Earth, some men illegally 'own' certain kinds of women."
"What kinds?" she raised the device again, reminding him what awaited him should he fail to tell her. From next to the Major, Lieutenant Frank Green answered smugly,
"Whores." With a furious shriek, Kali let lose an energy blast that knocked SG-7 unconscious. Red faced with rage, Kali looked to her First Prime. "You will bring me the tools I will need for an interrogation."
"Yes, Mistress." With that, the hurried from her sight, relived that he would not be on the receiving end of her wraith.
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It was almost three pain filled hours before a battered SG-7 heard the sounds of gun-fire and staff blasts. "Calvary's here boys." Major Dom said through clenched teeth. Every nerve in his body felt raw.
"You're going down now, bitch." Hissed Captain Stone, causing the blood from his split lip to drip down onto his stained shirt. The gun fire was closer now, the staff blasts less frequent. Kali looked to the rings at the other end of the room, and back to SG-7.
"You will pay for your impudence one day," she spat. Crossing the room swiftly, she pushed a sequence in on the wall control panel. Just as the first ring rose up around her, Col. Ryan called out to her, "Tell you pimp we said 'thanks for the free ride'!" His voice was light and carefree, as though he didn't have several broken ribs and wasn't bleeding internally.
SG-6 and SG- 12 burst into the room, just in time to hear her outraged scream as she disappeared.
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A/N 2: Well campers, it's Friday once again, And so that means I expect a nice stack of reviews waiting for me in my in-box come Sunday night! So hit the pretty button and do your civic duty!