Chapter 12 ~ Control

Jack watched from between two of the infirmary beds, while his best friend and his CO sat stiffly on them, facing each other in a disturbing silence. Their glazed eyes focused on nothing, their limbs hanging rigid, no slight swinging of their legs or fiddling of fingers. No natural frown from Daniel, no boyish grin from Mitchell. It was downright unnatural and not for the first time since the team had returned to the SGC a chill ran through him.

With the exception of when they were given a direct command, neither man had moved during their hour long examination and the magnitude of test the good ol' Doc had cooked up for them. Nothing. Not a twitch, not a fletch, not a tremor. Nothing, zilch, naught, nadda. Just the space cadet staring and their abbreviated blinking. Precisely three per minute, Jack had noted, without fail.

It was too, too creepy for words.

Leaning back, Jack eyed the back of Daniel's neck. At first glance the gizmo looked harmless enough, more like a metallic band-aid then anything sinister. It wasn't until he got a closer inspection that he saw what they were truly faced with; Dozens of minuscule hooks framed the edges of the device, embedded into Daniel's flesh, pulling his skin taught.

For the second time in as many minutes Jack cringed.

Two beds over a curtain was pulled back, revealing Leesia and Sam fresh from their own post mission medicals.

Sam hopped lightly off the beds and, rearranging her long black sleeves, joined Jack in his silent visual. "No change?"

"None." Jack confirmed, watching Leesia follow Sam around the bed, then head immediately over to stand in front of Daniel, who remained statue still as she moved into his field of vision, staring fixedly through her, rather than at her.

"Can't you do anything about it?" Jack asked her, twirling his index finger at both the men. "You know, Get your mojo going?"

"I would advise against that, General," Janet interrupted before Leesia could reply. "Their Cat Scans show the implants are directly woven into the spinal column and extend up into the brain. Tampering with them without knowing precisely what we're dealing with could leave them with brain damaged, quadriplegic or worse."

"Not seeing the different right now." Jack replied. "Can they be removed?"

"Without being able to do an MRI to get a clearer picture it's difficult to say."

"Say," Jack remained.

"At this point I'd say; no," the Doctor admitted, " but I'm out of my league here."

Jack understood Janet's reluctance. The only time a Goold extraction had been attempted in the SGC had been a colossal failure. With lives on the line it wasn't a risk they'd be prepared to take, not unless they absolutely had to. What he didn't understand was; what was the point? "What would Ba'al have to gain from this?" he voiced his question aloud. As far as he could see all the devices had done had turned them into living breathing statues.

"I have been thinking about that," Sam said.

"I'd be surprised if you ever stopped, Carter."

Sam ignored him and continued with her theory. "For all intents and purposes the devices are acting much the same way as the undeveloped Goa'uld symbiote did. Pretty much a hollow vessel. The entire journey back we've had to tell them when to eat, sleep, even use the bathroom. They don't act of their own accord anymore, they only follow instructions. It's the perfect soldier. Obey without question. It would appear that because Ba'al didn't have the Queen at his disposal to produce offspring he devised a way of creating his own."

"Robot snakes?" Jack exclaimed.

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Okay, now I've heard everything," Jack said. "Have they even spoken?"

"Not one word," Leesia said sadly, staring into Daniel's vacant blue eyes and reaching up to gently touch his face.

"It's true," Sam agreed. "We took shifts keeping a visual on them twenty-four seven on our way back. There was nothing. Not even when they're were directly told to."

"Jeez," Jack shook his head. Days without being able to talk?! Rendered totally mute. 'This must be killing Daniel'. Because that was what was freaking him out most of all. Quiet Daniel was never a good sign. "How do we know they're even still in there?"

Leesia face snapped to Jack's, eyes wide and mouth ajar in panicked fear. That was a question she hadn't even thought of - not until Jack brought it up. They HAD to be in there. They just had to. Because the alternative... it didn't bear thinking about.

"I've been wondering that too," Sam said quickly, silently cursing her lovers lack of tack. Especially in front of the former Ancient, who had been nothing short of a worried wreck ever since she had first spotted the devices. With the Goa'uld, despite what they often claimed, the host did survive. Trapped within their own bodies, unable to effect their action, but alive nonetheless. That had proven time and time again. She couldn't see why this would be any different. "There's a simple way to find out. Leesia, could you ask them to do something, in Ancient?"

Confused as to why, but trusting Sam would explain, Leesia turned to the zoned men and said as firmly as she could, "Consurgunt!"

Instantly Daniel rose to his feet, arms stiff by his side, like he was coming to attention. Mitchell however didn't move a muscle.

"Well, that proves it," Sam stated with a prideful smile.

"Yes," Jack droaned out cluelessly, "… Proves what exactly?" Apart from, for once, Daniel had actually followed an order straight away and without question, and more importantly the military man who was trained to follow orders, hadn't, Jack couldn't see what information had been 'proved' by Sam's little test.

"That the mind is still there, just … repressed. If they were simply controlled totally by the device, with no remnants of themselves remaining, then either both of them would have responded or neither of them would have. Since Daniel is the only one who can speak Ancient and therefore understand the order he was the only one to - Where are you going?" she asked as Jack turned to leave the infirmary mid-way through her explanation.

"To contact the Tok'ra," Jack replied over his shoulder. "They're always saying we're in over our heads, now's the chance for them to prove themselves right."

For the most part, Janet loved her job. She had always wanted to make a difference in people's lives and relished a challenge. There was nothing she found more rewarding than saving lives and her position within the SGC provided her with the opportunity to save those lives in more elaborate ways than her imagination could ever dream of. But there were times, and this was one of them, when being a Doctor sucked.

Then again, having THE talk with the next of kin was never easy, no matter what the situation or circumstance.

She kept her tone and expression professional as she turned to Leesia and Jack who were both looking at her wondering why they had been summoned to her office, the latter asking, "Why do I get the feeling we're not gonna like this?"

Not wanting them to get ahead of themselves Janet began, "You need to know that when Daniel joined the SGC he made out a living will."

Leesia blinked at her, then looked around to Jack, searching for someone to explain. "I am sorry, I do not know what that means."

"He gave Jack power of attorney," Janet hurried on, knowing Leesia's question would be explained as she went on and carefully watching Jack's reaction to the news. "He was very specific. He requested that should he be in a position where he was unable to make decisions for himself he would wish for any and all life support to be terminated."

"Of course he did," Jack threw an irritated glare at the ceiling. 'Dammit, Daniel. Why put me - ME in this position?'

"He is not on life support." Leesia queried.

"It includes feeding." Janet said, her tone turning very sympathetic seeing the panic flaring on the former Ancients face.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Leesia's hand go to her mouth in shock and without thinking he grasped her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 'Don't worry Sparky, that's never gonna happen.' He addressed Janet angrily. "What exactly are you suggesting Doctor?"

"I'm not suggesting anything, General." Janet threw his tone back at him. "I am merely keeping you informed that Daniel had certain wishes about his treatment, or lack of it, should he ever become a Goa'uld host."

"Unscheduled Off-world activation! Unscheduled Off-world activation!" Walter's voice echoed through the room as the alarm sounded.

"For crying out loud, now what?" Jack grumbled, his irritation already maxed out. "This isn't done." he added, already existing Janet's office muttering, "This better be good news" under his breath.

Janet turned almost warily to the silent Leesia. The flickering of her PC monitor screen telling her that the other woman was far from happy with the news, even if her face gave little away. "Leesia, you have to understand. At the time when Daniel did this, he had just had Sha'ra taken from him and had watched what happened to Major Kowalski when he had become host to a Goa'uld."

Leesia was shaking her head. "I just cannot fathom Daniel ever giving up. No matter how dia the situation."

"I think that's why he chose Jack as his power of attorney," Janet said with a small knowing smile. "He knew Jack wouldn't take that option if there was another way."

"Is there another way?" Leesia asked desperately.

Janet gently gave the other woman's arm a squeeze. "I really hope so. And believe me when I say that we will do anything possible to find it."

Leesia turned to look out of Janet's office window, eyes fixed to the last two bed in the infirmary and the two immobile men on them. "I hope so also," she said sadly, wrapping her arms around her waist.

...

"What have you got for us, Walter?" Jack asked striding into the control room and finding that Sam had already beaten him there.

"Receiving IDC," the airmen replied, frowning at the monitor as 'Invalid Signal' flashed up upon it. "It doesn't clear."

"Tok'ra?" Jack asked hopefully. Would it be too much to ask that they had gotten back to them quickly for once.

"Negative. It looks like it's an old one. It's yours, ma'am," Walter said, addressing Sam. "Or at least, it was. It's been invalid for four months. Receiving text message."

Jack's eyebrows went skywards as the words 'Send M.A.L.P.' appeared on the monitor. "I think we'd better check this out." Sam said, looking up at him.

O'Neill nodded. "Prepare a MALP."

...

Leesia didn't know how long she sat there between them both, wracking her brain for something to say to end the deafening silence, when a lieutenant entered, one she had seen around the base but didn't know her name. The woman busily deposited a tray of food for each men on the wheeled tables beside them and left. She clearly wasn't privileged to the knowledge that neither of them would eat unless they were told. They would lay there beside the meals and starve if it was left up to them.

Sadly, she moved over to Cam, telling him, "Sit up." He complied immediately, sitting at a perfectly stiff right angle on the bed and she pushed the table over his lap. "Eat." Once he was forking the distasteful looking hospital food into his mouth, Leesia turned and repeated the same for Daniel.

This was no life for them, she thought as she watched them robotically ingest their meal. Being told when to eat, when to sleep, being unable to communicate in any way with their friends and loved ones. Being unable to pursue any of their passions... Even substance their own lives.

She screwed her eyes tight against the burning of tears and for the first time understood why Janet had brought up the subject of Daniel's wishes regarding his own life should this fate befall him. He would prefer death over this.

"I wish you could tell me what to do," she whispered sadly, just loud enough for him to hear her. He didn't respond, just continued to eat as he had been requested, with precise purposeful movements. Despite appearances, she knew he could hear her. She knew it ... Not that it made any difference. He couldn't reply. No matter how badly either of them wanted.

It made her ache to see him like this. Cold. Hollow. Numb. Yet, that was only on the outside. The appearance the device had forced on the pair of them. On the inside they could be screaming, pleading... in pain. There was no way to know and no way for them to tell her. But what could she do? From the moment she had met the brilliant man Daniel had always been her support, her guide. She sort answers from his beautifully insightful mind. She needed that guidance now. 'What would he do?' The answer came to her almost as quickly as the thought had occurred: Daniel would be locked in his office, researching every clue he had to go on to death, not sleeping until he found the answers. Or at least until he had a lead to go on.

Could the answers to the present lay in the writings of the past? She doubted it, but she had nothing else to go on. Just names: Ba'al had done this to them, so she could start researching there, and it had been within Anubis' labs where this had happened to them, so she added his name to the list. Maybe one of them had a history of similar actions. Ones that could provide answered to their current problem. It was a long shot, but it was something. Then there was the person whom Ba'al had mistaken her for: Kabechet. She thought it unlikely that she would find answers there, but she wasn't going to rule any option out. Not when Daniel and Cam's lives depended on it.

When both their plates were empty she cleared them away. Raising the heads of their beds so they could lay back without getting indigestion and ordered them both to rest so their food could go down. "I will be back soon," she promised them, before kissing Daniel's ridged cheek. With another quick glance at her immobile husband, Leesia left the infirmary.

As soon as they were alone both men got up. While Cam went to the cabinet on the wall at the far end of the infirmary where many of the drugs were stored, Daniel entered Janet's office, heading straight for her computer.

...

With purpose speeding her, Leesia reached Daniel's lab quickly and immediately rushed to the shelf she knew he had stored his research into the Egyptian God's.

There were dozens. Inside the pictographs and elaborate script within held no resemblance to the either alphabet she was familiar with. She sighed in frustration, flicking quickly through the pages in the hope that Daniel may have made some notes in the margins. She knew it was a frivolous search right from the beginning. Daniel cared too much for books to mark them with his scribbles.

With another sigh she slammed the unhelpful book closed and turned to eye up the shelves he used for translations with a disappointed yet determined look. This was going to be more difficult than she had first thought.

...

From the control room, Jack watched the MALP trundle up the ramp below them and disappear into the stargate. His gut was telling him there was something seriously wrong with this picture. How could anyone have gotten Sam's IDC - even an old one? Their allies knew how to contact them and wouldn't need the MALP, that only left the bad guys. And this was SO not the time to be dealing with more bad guys.

"MALP is on route… MALP has reached its destination," Walter informed them professionally.

Curiously, Jack turned his attention to the monitor in front of Sam. Oddly, the screen was completely black. "Sam?"

"We are receiving MALP telemetry. Signal is five by five," she told him, puzzled. "Video's working fine, there's just nothing to see... Switching to IR."

As soon as she made her adjustments a faint silhouette appeared on the screen, moving in the distance, coming closer to the camera.

"What's that?" O'Neill asked, resting his hand on her shoulder so he could lean over and get a better view.

Sam pursed her lips and shrugged. "Switching off IR. Going to white light."

As soon as the figure became clear Sam jerked her head back in amazement. "That's me." she stated unnecessarily. The second Carter was silent, staring back at them on the monitor.

"Alright, you've got our attention. Who are you?"

"My name is Samantha Carter."

"Alright, we've got a little conflict with that statement. We've already got one here."

"There are two of us."

"If only." Jack said without thinking. There was no way his luck was that good. Sam shot him with a dirty look over her shoulder and he quickly cleared his throat in embarrassment.

With her partner suitably chastised, Sam turned back to the screen. "Where are you from? How did you know how to contact us?"

"Strange. I recognise my voice. I was made in Samantha Carter's image. I know what she knows. I feel what she feels."

"You were made. Who made you?"

"The one you call Fifth."

"Oh, my God." Sam gasped, turning back to Jack with a worried look of concern. "She's a replicator."

'Great,' Jack thought, 'as if one damn robot alien problem wasn't enough.'

...

Brushing her mouth to clear it of any lingering crumbs, Janet walked back into her office and dropped the napkin into the wastepaper basket. Eating on the go, or more often than not missing meals altogether, was the normal for her when she had patients in her infirmary. In fact, it was only due to her current patients disturbingly compliant state that had allowed her the time to grab a quick sandwich in the first place.

She shut down the computer - which she didn't remember leaving on - washed her hands thoroughly and, mentally preparing herself for the argument she was in no doubt she was about to be face with, went into the infirmary to see if Leesia could be coaxed from Daniel's side long enough to get some lunch herself. She didn't hold much hope. Despite Leesia's fear, whenever Daniel ended up in the infirmary she was guaranteed to be stubbornly positioned by her husband's bedside.

However when she entered the infirmary, she was shocked to find it surprisingly absent of the expected technopath.

Pushing aside her surprise, she put on her game face. "Good afternoon, Gentlemen," she greeted warmly, her bedside manner never faltering despite their lack of participation. "Empty plates I see. Think that's a first for either of you. Keep this up and I might even allow some of those high calorie desserts you always want into my infirmary as a reward. Make a nice change from jello."

She kept up the small talk while she checked over each of their vitals and was just finishing up when Leesia came hurrying back in. Her arms spilling over with worn books, their battered state unmistakably labeling them as Daniel's.

"Little light reading?"

Leesia frowned down at her load, wondering how Janet had come to that assumption. "Actually they are rather heavy,"

Janet rolled her eyes. Over a year on Earth and still the former Ancient hadn't gotten the hang of all their phrases. "Sure you have enough there?"

Missing the sarcasm in the Doctor's tone, Leesia answered honestly, "No. There are many more that I will no doubt be in need of, however I was only able carry so many."

"This isn't really the place for heavy research." Janet scolded lightly, feeling a slight sense of deja vu. She'd had this argument with Daniel near enough every time he'd been recovering in the infirmary.

Leesia face fell, "I know. I just could not-"

"Stay away," Janet finished for her.

Leesia smiled guiltily, "Am I that transparent?"

Seeing the desperate need so clear on the other woman's face, Janet's scowl softened. She knew first hand how bad it was to feel helpless, she was feeling the same way. "Okay, fine. Just keep the amount to a minimum, I don't want my infirmary turned into a library."

"I promise." Leesia quickly swore, honestly grateful for Janet's understanding. For a scary moment there she was worried she would be forced to choose between trying to find answers and staying at his bedside. She honestly didn't know which she would have chosen. Both options were unacceptable. She couldn't leave his side for long, and she also couldn't just sit there knowing that there was a chance - however small- that the answers were there if she could only find them.

"And Daniel," Janet called over her shoulder, "don't think this is going to be the norm in future."

...

Jack wasn't happy. Not happy at all.

Not only was his best friend and leader of his flagship team currently out of commision with no telling for how long for, or if it was even possible to get them back, but now his girl, and the one who was most likely to find the answer to the safe removal of the problematic devices if there was one, was going off to confront the Replicator version (with the terrible timing) of herself. Things were going from bad to worse.

Of course with the Replicator threat now within their own Galaxy they couldn't sit ideally by and do nothing, but that didn't mean he was happy with the idea. Especially after Sam had explained that Fifth's choice of looks for his prodigy was most likely personal.

He didn't buy the Replicators story of wishing her own life ended. Nor her offer to help them create a weapon by which to destroy her. Even though the lure of a anti-replicator weapon was a great temptation, truthfully it was only Sam's insistence (and if he was completely honest with himself, the fact that Teal'c would be with her and would die before he let anything happen to her) that he had allowed her to go.

As soon as the gate to the Alpha site shut down behind them, Jack barked at Walter, "Contact Thor. Tell him what's happening... And try the damn Tok'ra again!" he added, angrily storming from the control room.

"Yes, sir." Harriman replied, quickly going to work. He knew better than to do hesitate when the General was in this mood.

...

"Pl - ease."

Leesia's head shot up from where she had been resting it alongside Daniel on the infirmary bed. Even twisted and strained she would know that voice anywhere.

"Daniel?" she gasped, quickly on her feet and not caring, or noticing that her lapful of books were sent scattering all over the floor of the infirmary. She locked her gaze onto him, trying not to blink for fear of missing the tiniest detail as she studied his face.

There was nothing. Daniel was silent as the grave. But she knew she had heard it, no matter how quiet or wavering his voice had been. This had been such a desperate plea, one that sounded like it be well suited followed by a tortured beg for mercy. It stabbed at her heart unbearably to hear him so pained.

Dropping his hand that she had held even in sleep, she cupped his hot face, staring closely into those insightful blue eyes, feeling his slight and constant trembling against her palms. "Come on, Daniel," she pleaded, "Tell me what you need."

He was a strained still. Wishing he could return her eye contact, she manoeuvred her face so he was looking more directly at her, before sweeping her thumb across the top of his lips to wipe away the sweat that was collecting in tiny droplets there. "You can do it," she whispered encouragingly, noticing the slight flex of his jaw against her hand. "Talk to me. Tell me what to do."

His trembling increased, dramatically. Panicked, she was about to call for Janet when his lips parted with a light intake of breath. She froze, focused entirely on his mouth as minutely his lips stammered out, "Dan…g-gerr-r-…ous."

"What is Daniel? What is dangerous?" she quickly asked.

Suddenly she dropped her tender hold on his face and keeping alert for any other sounds Daniel might make, dashed around his bed to its neighbour, where Colonel Mitchell lay just as still as his partner in this nightmare. Pushing the other mans bangs away from his forehead, she replaced the hair with her own hand, feeling careful the temperature and dryness of his skin. It was as she feared, although the infirmary was pleasantly warm it wasn't hot, and certainly not hot enough to cause the amount of perspiration that was collecting on Daniel's face.

There was something wrong with Daniel.

"Janet!" she cried out, rushing back to Daniel's side. The evident panic in her voice had the tiny Doctor dashing into her infirmary wondering what was going on and was along side the troubled and worried wife, in two seconds flat.

"What is it?" she asked, looking from one man to the other, searching for the source of the other woman's anxiety - and finding nothing different from how she had left them after their last checks a few minutes before.

"Daniel spoke." Leesia quickly stated, "And he is sweating and very hot to touch, yet Cam is not showing the same symptoms."

Janet moved speedily to Daniel's bedside, pulling out her trusty penlight. "What did he say?"

"He said... He said 'please'," Leesia told her, looking over the Doctor's shoulder worriedly as she examined her husband. She didn't know what Daniel had meant by 'dangerous -clearly a warning, but a warning of what? - Was it dangerous for him to try and speak? Is that why he was sweating so badly? Was it dangerous for them to try and remove the devices? If so they already knew that, Janet had told them all so right away, so there was nothing to gain from her repeating the message. She didn't want people jumping to conclusions and assuming he had meant that himself or Cameron were dangerous. They would be locked up straight away if that were to happen. Away from the medical attention they needed. Away from her. She couldn't bear that.

"Daniel? You with us?" Janet asked, pressing a thermometer into his ear. She was surprised to get only a slightly elevated reading, considering the profuse sweating that Leesia had mentioned. "Well, that's in the normal range. Nothing to worry about, but I'm going to get another full blood screen just to rule out a virus or infection." God only knew what conditions those damn devices had been implanted under. The Goa'uld had no respect for human life and probably cared even less about hygiene.

O'Neill dashed into the 'gateroom, and finding the Stargate already active and the iris open, threw a questioning glance up to Walter in the control room.

"Receiving Tok'ra IDC, sir." the airman replied, not needing to hear the question to know what the General was asking.

"It's about damn time." Jack griped as he recognised the welcome sight of Jacob Carter stepping through the wormhole and began his descent on the ramp. "We only sent word a week ago."

"Sorry, Jack. I tried to get back to you sooner, but as you know Ba'al's been making his presence known. This is the first chance I've had."

"Well, I guess better late than never. You're here now, so-"

"Actually I've come for your help. You see with Ba'al taking over all of Anubis's territories he's become a sizable threat to the system lords."

"Surely that's a good thing."

Jacob shook his head. "With Anubis's plans, technology and defences at his disposal, he could very well prove a unstoppable threat to this Galaxy. He's making more Kull's. What we can't work out is how. With very few breeding Queens and with Hathor, Egeria and the Queen Anubis was using all dead, where's he getting the infants from to create the Kull's."

"Well, I think we've found the answer to that riddle. It's why we contacted you. Daniel and Mitchell came back from Tararus with a little problem."

"You went back to Tararus?" Jacob question, quickly fixing him with a disbelieving glare.

Jack returned the look with one of his own. "If the Tok'ra kept us in the loop, maybe it wouldn't be necessary for us to have to find the answers for ourselves." he replied, leading Jacob from the Gateroom.

Leesia pulled the plastic bottle out of the locker she now shared with Daniel. She thought about it for a second then, changing her mind, replaced it and pulled out her own shampoo bottle instead. While at this moment in time she knew that using Daniel's shampoo to have his familiar scent wafting around her would be a great source of comfort to her, she knew the opposite would also be true and Daniel needed the comfort more than she did presently. So she took up her own orange blossom shampoo, that Daniel had once told her was his favourite, and sat in the centred bench and began stripping off for her much desired shower.

After she had fallen asleep during her studying for the third time Janet had finally had enough and ordered her to take a break. Telling her in no uncertain terms that she was not permitted to step foot back in the infirmary until she had eaten, rested and showered. There was no way she would be able to sleep so two out of three would have to suffice and Leesia knew that Janet wouldn't hold her to the demands. Not now Salmac had visited, taken a look at the devices and left, promising to return with someone more experienced at symbiote removal, things could start to move forward.

She stripped off her pants, folded them and place them in the locker and was just unbuttoning her shirt when an unexpected soft click from the door made her jump. Spinning round she found she was not as along as she had thought.

"Daniel?" she questioned softly.

He stood just inside the now locked door in his medical gown and stared silently for a long moment. His gaze spearing through her.

"Daniel?" she repeated, as he took a tentative step towards her. His shaking increased noticeable as he neared. The bright lights catching on the sweat of his face, making it glint.

"You should be in the infirmary." she said trying to keep her voice from breaking. There was something in his gaze that intimidated her like never before. It was a primal hunger that was focused entirely on her. Since the implant he had always stared through her, his eyes a little off focus. Now they zoned in on her like a laser beam, unwavering and hard.

Keeping his target firmly locked in his sights he continued to move towards her. Instinctually, she backed away raising her hands between them defensively. There was malice in his juddered movements as he closed the gap between them, looming over her. He snatched hold of her. His pinching grip biting into both her upper arms and preventing her from moving further away from him. She gasped out a startled pant and she felt fear set like a stone in her stomach, 'It is not Daniel. It is that thing controlling him ... The thing that only follows orders.'

"Release me!" she demanded as strongly as her fear would allow.

His grip only increased in strength, his eyes boring into her with single-minded determination. His lips thinned to a severe line as he tipped her over backwards, slammed her hard onto the cold tiled locker room floor. His body covering hers, pinning her to the ground with his weight. His erection poking hard at her inner thigh. Demanding.

"Daniel, let go. No. Please. You are hur-" Leesia's speech hushly cut to a startled gargle as Daniel's forearm was pushed forcefully against her throat. She clawed at his skin as he leaned his weight down onto it, desperate to relieve the pressure and pain in her throat. His free hand snaking down between them. Fisting her panties he ripped them from her body.

...to be continued


A.N ~ Happy New Year!