Preparation
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Jack shifted on his feet, feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Baal's scrutinising eye. Not only was Baal taunting him verbally but as he went 'on, and on and on' he was also sipping wine. The little waif of a servant had been joined by a female, who busied herself by feeding her lord tit bits of meat and fruit from a platter she had brought with her. Jack was exhausted and dehydrated, it took all of his control not too lick his dry parched lips in hunger and thirst. As Baal continued his tirade, Jack envisioned different scenario in his mind of escape from the godforsaken fortress. Each scenario getting increasingly unrealistic and all ending with different ways on how he managed to take down Baal. Beating him to death with the food platter had been a recent one, and well as drowning him in the goblet, he was currently drinking from. Concentrate Jack, this is what you do in mission briefings and Hammond would always cut in with a question to him of which he would rack his brain for a fitting answer and thankfully be saved by Carter who would step in and continue to save his butt. Unless of course she was miffed that he hadn't been listening to her as well, in which case she would let him suffer, happened occasionally, kept him on his toes. He was certainly missing his 2IC now, not that he really wanted her here but he knew she was being held captive in this place and so he'd rather she were here with him at least he'd know she was ok. It was on the tip of his tongue to find out what had happened to her, but he resisted the urge. It would be easier to prevent Baal know how much he cared. That way they couldn't be played off each other.
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Baal watched the tauri as he spoke. The smile cold and unfeeling still on his lips. He made the tauri stand and watch as his servants attended him. The tauri wasn't concentrating on his words. He knew his mind was on the female who had been brought with him, although the tauri would not admit it. Maybe if he wasn't asked outright, the tauri must know eventually he, Baal could make him talk and what pleasure that would be. He laughed inwardly, to see people squirm as he tortured them, as they finally began to submit, made him feel more powerful than he already was.
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"I have broken you once Tauri, I can break you again"
Jack stared at him, eyes cold, Baal smirked. He read fear and anger in those eyes.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? See how my servants attend me tauri, and for it they are rewarded well."
Baal raised his hand stopping the female from raising food to his lips. He ran his hand close to her cheek as he spoke.
"You too could be like them, they eat and drink, and get to serve their god"
Jack rolled his eyes; 'Yup always back to the cliché serving your god is so rewarding crap'
"No thanks"
He managed to choke out, his throat felt dry and sore.
Baal smiled, taking his fingers from the servant's face.
"Have it your way"
He motioned to the servant's to depart. They exited the way they had entered through the panel in the back wall. He was looking forward to breaking this tauri again. He looked over to the two guards motioning to them.
"Jaffa, kree. Make the tauri comfortable"
It took all of Jack's strength to fight struggle, his heart sank as he was roughly gripped by the arms and dragged in the direction of the gravity well. The Jaffa stood Jack on the small platform near the gravity well. Jack steeled himself as one of the Jaffa passed his hand over a small jutting panel on the wall, as it glowed he felt the familiar pull as air was vacuumed from around him causing him to be pulled back. His aching body felt pressed and pulled as he landed hard vertically against the wall. Baal stood stepping down from the platform and pressed a hidden button somewhere underneath the table to his right.
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Sam felt like she had been lying there for hours. Her mind filled with thoughts from equations to horrors of what was too come. She had been straining to see or hear anything to let her know what was happening. The worse torture for her was not too knowing what was going on. A mind like hers needed stimulation. Lying here, with no way of getting out, thoughts bombarded her violently. Had her dad and the others gotten back to the gate? Was the Colonel still alive? What was going to happen to her? Would anyone come? Moreover, if they did would they be friend or foe? She tried to relax, but a brain like hers needed some stimulation, she could not just switch it off no matter how much she willed it. A sound broke her thoughts and she shifted her head toward it. She could make out more shadows on the far wall, were they moving toward her? She tried not too panic. She could hear scuffling and light breathing. It was gone as quick as it had come. She strained her ears listening for more. Her eyes squinted shut; the light was getting brighter. She blinked back tears as her eyes watered from the sudden change in light. Her focus back on the wall, she realised she'd been right the wall was more of a heavy curtain. The room she was in was partitioned off from a larger one by the shimmering heavy curtain.
Suddenly a man stood over her. She tensed as he looked down at her, checking her restraints. She tried to speak but her throat felt dry and sore and all she could emit was a groaning sound from the back of her throat. He avoided eye contact. He wasn't jaffa, was he a servant of Baal? He went over to the box lying on the table, and opened it, removing some of the contents. Sam willed her eyes not too watch, catching a glimpse of some of the instruments being lain from the box. She forced her eyes closed, a panic rising within her. She had been trained for this. Major Samantha Carter, United States Airforce. She repeated in her mind set pieces of information. She had gone through intensive training, she could get through this, focus and concentrate Major.
She felt cold hands clamping something around her upper left arm, It was cold against her skin and she felt tiny pinpricks jutting from it barely touching her arm. Major Samantha Carter United States Airforce. The cold hands left and then touched her forehead, a cold thin piece of metal lay over her forehead, and fingers pressed the ends against her temples. She breathed deeply opening her eyes determined to look into the eyes of whoever was doing this too her. The small man, who had looked over her before was still standing by the table, another had joined him and was the one placing the instruments onto her body. He was taller than the other was, very ugly and squinted with one eye, he smelled foul and it took all Samantha had not to wretch as he stood over her. The servant handed him a small sharp knife. He walked to her placed it near her throat. She breathed deeply as she felt the tip touching her skin, he then proceeded to slit the material of her shirt from the neck to just above her chest, and pulling away the split material he handed the knife back to the servant. Taking a round thick piece of metal, he placed it on her revealed skin. He then retreated to the table; he and the servant removed more pieces from the box placing them on the table. The tall ugly man inspected his work swiftly; he bent over Sam looking into her eyes. She looked defiantly back at him. Major Samantha Carter, United States Airforce. A leering, evil smile crossed his face, then he stood back motioning to the servant, and they departed as silently as they had came.
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Jack shifted on his feet, feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Baal's scrutinising eye. Not only was Baal taunting him verbally but as he went 'on, and on and on' he was also sipping wine. The little waif of a servant had been joined by a female, who busied herself by feeding her lord tit bits of meat and fruit from a platter she had brought with her. Jack was exhausted and dehydrated, it took all of his control not too lick his dry parched lips in hunger and thirst. As Baal continued his tirade, Jack envisioned different scenario in his mind of escape from the godforsaken fortress. Each scenario getting increasingly unrealistic and all ending with different ways on how he managed to take down Baal. Beating him to death with the food platter had been a recent one, and well as drowning him in the goblet, he was currently drinking from. Concentrate Jack, this is what you do in mission briefings and Hammond would always cut in with a question to him of which he would rack his brain for a fitting answer and thankfully be saved by Carter who would step in and continue to save his butt. Unless of course she was miffed that he hadn't been listening to her as well, in which case she would let him suffer, happened occasionally, kept him on his toes. He was certainly missing his 2IC now, not that he really wanted her here but he knew she was being held captive in this place and so he'd rather she were here with him at least he'd know she was ok. It was on the tip of his tongue to find out what had happened to her, but he resisted the urge. It would be easier to prevent Baal know how much he cared. That way they couldn't be played off each other.
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Baal watched the tauri as he spoke. The smile cold and unfeeling still on his lips. He made the tauri stand and watch as his servants attended him. The tauri wasn't concentrating on his words. He knew his mind was on the female who had been brought with him, although the tauri would not admit it. Maybe if he wasn't asked outright, the tauri must know eventually he, Baal could make him talk and what pleasure that would be. He laughed inwardly, to see people squirm as he tortured them, as they finally began to submit, made him feel more powerful than he already was.
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"I have broken you once Tauri, I can break you again"
Jack stared at him, eyes cold, Baal smirked. He read fear and anger in those eyes.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? See how my servants attend me tauri, and for it they are rewarded well."
Baal raised his hand stopping the female from raising food to his lips. He ran his hand close to her cheek as he spoke.
"You too could be like them, they eat and drink, and get to serve their god"
Jack rolled his eyes; 'Yup always back to the cliché serving your god is so rewarding crap'
"No thanks"
He managed to choke out, his throat felt dry and sore.
Baal smiled, taking his fingers from the servant's face.
"Have it your way"
He motioned to the servant's to depart. They exited the way they had entered through the panel in the back wall. He was looking forward to breaking this tauri again. He looked over to the two guards motioning to them.
"Jaffa, kree. Make the tauri comfortable"
It took all of Jack's strength to fight struggle, his heart sank as he was roughly gripped by the arms and dragged in the direction of the gravity well. The Jaffa stood Jack on the small platform near the gravity well. Jack steeled himself as one of the Jaffa passed his hand over a small jutting panel on the wall, as it glowed he felt the familiar pull as air was vacuumed from around him causing him to be pulled back. His aching body felt pressed and pulled as he landed hard vertically against the wall. Baal stood stepping down from the platform and pressed a hidden button somewhere underneath the table to his right.
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Sam felt like she had been lying there for hours. Her mind filled with thoughts from equations to horrors of what was too come. She had been straining to see or hear anything to let her know what was happening. The worse torture for her was not too knowing what was going on. A mind like hers needed stimulation. Lying here, with no way of getting out, thoughts bombarded her violently. Had her dad and the others gotten back to the gate? Was the Colonel still alive? What was going to happen to her? Would anyone come? Moreover, if they did would they be friend or foe? She tried to relax, but a brain like hers needed some stimulation, she could not just switch it off no matter how much she willed it. A sound broke her thoughts and she shifted her head toward it. She could make out more shadows on the far wall, were they moving toward her? She tried not too panic. She could hear scuffling and light breathing. It was gone as quick as it had come. She strained her ears listening for more. Her eyes squinted shut; the light was getting brighter. She blinked back tears as her eyes watered from the sudden change in light. Her focus back on the wall, she realised she'd been right the wall was more of a heavy curtain. The room she was in was partitioned off from a larger one by the shimmering heavy curtain.
Suddenly a man stood over her. She tensed as he looked down at her, checking her restraints. She tried to speak but her throat felt dry and sore and all she could emit was a groaning sound from the back of her throat. He avoided eye contact. He wasn't jaffa, was he a servant of Baal? He went over to the box lying on the table, and opened it, removing some of the contents. Sam willed her eyes not too watch, catching a glimpse of some of the instruments being lain from the box. She forced her eyes closed, a panic rising within her. She had been trained for this. Major Samantha Carter, United States Airforce. She repeated in her mind set pieces of information. She had gone through intensive training, she could get through this, focus and concentrate Major.
She felt cold hands clamping something around her upper left arm, It was cold against her skin and she felt tiny pinpricks jutting from it barely touching her arm. Major Samantha Carter United States Airforce. The cold hands left and then touched her forehead, a cold thin piece of metal lay over her forehead, and fingers pressed the ends against her temples. She breathed deeply opening her eyes determined to look into the eyes of whoever was doing this too her. The small man, who had looked over her before was still standing by the table, another had joined him and was the one placing the instruments onto her body. He was taller than the other was, very ugly and squinted with one eye, he smelled foul and it took all Samantha had not to wretch as he stood over her. The servant handed him a small sharp knife. He walked to her placed it near her throat. She breathed deeply as she felt the tip touching her skin, he then proceeded to slit the material of her shirt from the neck to just above her chest, and pulling away the split material he handed the knife back to the servant. Taking a round thick piece of metal, he placed it on her revealed skin. He then retreated to the table; he and the servant removed more pieces from the box placing them on the table. The tall ugly man inspected his work swiftly; he bent over Sam looking into her eyes. She looked defiantly back at him. Major Samantha Carter, United States Airforce. A leering, evil smile crossed his face, then he stood back motioning to the servant, and they departed as silently as they had came.