Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate SG-1. I might as well have owned the former; a third grader could have written it better in my mind. No one could have written SG-1 better.
Warning: This chapter may disturb you. I don't normally say this, but I'm serious. If you have an exceptionally weak stomach or faint at the sight of blood (I don't know why you're reading my story if you do), it would probably be a good idea to skip over this chapter.
Repulse
"What do you mean he's MIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????????????????????????????"
Baal's Fortress
Several thousand light years away, a certain Harry Potter was being dragged through a foreboding fortress by two burly Jaffa guards. His nose dripped blood every so often while a third Jaffa behind them carried a rotund device, blinking red. The Admiral couldn't see, nor hear. He was unconscious, something difficult to do in itself. Within moments, the Jaffa opened a door, dragging him inside reasonably large room. It couldn't be called a cell; one wall was made out of thick wood while the rest had stone composition and golden paint. An imposing figure stood in the center of the room.
"Wake him," the figure ordered. One of the Jaffa elbowed the Admiral in the face. The trauma instantly awoke the prisoner. He looked around dazed, his vision in a blur. Red dominated the edges of his sight; a red like blood. At a wave from the figure, both Jaffa lifted Harry up, pinning him against the wall. The third set down his device, instead picking up a hammer and several stakes from a table nearby. He walked forward as the other two spread out Harry's hands. He could barely understand what was happening until… The third Jaffa took the stake and hammered it hard into Harry's palm and into the wood behind. He screamed out in pain, a feral roar. One of the guards punched him in the face. Harry's head slammed against the wooden wall. Stars appeared in his vision. He gritted his teeth against the pain he didn't even understand yet. Then the Jaffa hammered the second stake into his other hand. A tortured gasp filled the room for a brief moment before Harry steeled himself.
The Jaffa backed away, leaving him hanging by his bloody palms, and quickly exited the room. His toes didn't even touch the floor. Harry wrenched his eyes open, centering on the figure before him. "You were foolish to let yourself be captured," Baal said in a normal human voice. "You don't even know what you've subjugated yourself to. But you will soon."
"What do you want from me?" Harry asked. Baal cocked his head to one side.
"In this case, it's not about what I want," Baal said enigmatically. "In this case, it's more about how powerless you are to stop me." He ran a finger over the rotund device from before. "This device emits a powerful sonic wave that effectively eliminates the part of your brain that gives you supernatural powers. I'm not sure what to call it, but it certainly does its job well. You won't be able to Jump away this time, Harry." Baal's fingers grazed over a pedestal to his right. Harry couldn't see what they stopped on. "There was a planet that I once conquered that was quite similar to your precious Earth. They developed a form of torture that delighted me. It broke the prisoners in less than five minutes, no matter who they were. It involved stabbing them with some sort of metal instrument and then feeding electricity through it into the body. The pain the prisoner felt was excruciating. I can only wonder how long you'll last. Of course, the stakes I use are of weapons-grade Naquadah. That should increase the conductivity by seven hundred percent." Baal looked at Harry with an evil glint in his eye. Harry tensed. "How long can you last?" Baal pressed down on a button just out of Harry's view.
Pain; pain; pain; pain; pain; that was the only thing Harry knew at that point. It felt like he was being burned alive. His eyes had wrenched shut long ago as his lungs emptied. His screams rang out in the room, bouncing off the walls, reverberating into his very essence. He could almost see the flesh smoldering off his body. Harry had never experienced such pain; he'd only ever been caught once, by the man in front of him six years ago. Back then, a simple Phase Jump had saved him. Now all he knew was pain. He couldn't stop screaming. He screamed until his lungs held no breath to scream with. As soon as that happened, his mouth opened wide, drawing in a desperate breath of air…
…Then he screamed again…
Baal released his hold on the button. Immediately the flow of electricity ceased. Harry hung there, writhing in pain. Baal smiled wickedly. "That was seventeen seconds of exposure. A normal human would be injured beyond hope of recovery by now."
"(Gag) W-w-what do y-you w-(gag) want from m-me?" Harry said through pants.
"I'm not doing this because I want something, Harry," Baal countered. "I'm doing this out of spite." He triggered the electricity again. Screams tore through the room once again for the scant few seconds his fingers held down that fateful button. When he released it, Harry's head hung low.
I have to get out of here, Harry thought to himself. The magical part of his body wasn't responding. He couldn't trigger a Phase Jump no matter what he tried. I have to try and work around it. Then the pain came again, rending Harry's train of thought from him like a katana through flesh.
Once more Baal released the button. He stepped forward, drawing closer to the helpless man before him. The God thrust his hand into Harry's chin, forcing his eyes to meet his.
"Tell me what you cherish most," Baal whispered in his bass-induced voice. Harry stared into his eyes, feeling something he'd not felt for a long time; fear. "Give me the pleasure of taking it away from you…" Harry had no time to dwell as the pain came once again.
(End Chapter)
Well, that was disgusting. I've never written a torture scene before. I actually need some practice in it so you may see more later on. For now, I'm done with it. Trust me, it was necessary for what I'm about to make happen.
Anywho, last chapter I only received three reviews. Normally I'd dedicate a chapter to such loyal reviewers. However, this chapter is rather sick and evil so I decided to lay off it. Instead I'll settle for an honorable mention. So, the good dr., nxkris and The French Dark Lord, you all have won the Emancipation Most Loyal Reviewer Award. Here, have a cookie.
Ciao,
Atrum.
