Preparation (cont.')
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Jack saw stars as his back slammed against the vertical grate; pain seared throughout his spine and a cry broke through his defences. This was different, Baal usually liked his subjects in perfect health, Jack wasn't sure how much he'd be able to hold back. If the memories of the last experience were anything to go by things were going to get steadily worse. He was already so weak, disoriented and his mind was filled with memories, worries, thoughts of Sam, and the last experience he'd had at the hands of the gould standing before him. He forced himself to focus on the Gould. He watched Baal as he slid his fingers under the lip of the table. He then proceeded to busy himself organising the contents of the small leather bag and box on the tabletop. Jacks eyes were drawn to the wall behind Baal, which had started to shift slowly sliding along, humming softly as it drew back. As the wall moved, Baal stepped around the side of the table and Jack's attention was drawn to the platform where the throne was been placed started to retract, the throne lowering into the gap being made.
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Sam listened as the men withdrew, her mind going through different ideas of what the instruments lying on various parts of her body were for. She did not like the scenarios being played out in her mind. For one fleeting moment she had imagined the ugly, tall man had been about to do more than place metal objects on her person, especially when he had easily slit open her shirt with his knife. She shivered, out of fear rather than cold. Her body had succumbed to the cold long before, the numbness bringing a little relief to the pains running throughout her exhausted body. She shivered again as her ears picked up a slight moving sound, she turned her head, was the partitioning curtain retracting. She squinted her eyes still aching from the light. She watched, as a large shadow grew smaller as the curtain withdrew. She closed her eyes for a moment making sure she wasn't in some hazy dream state. Her intellectual mind giving in, willing herself to wake from the nightmare she was being forced to live through.
When she opened them once more, she wished she had been able to close them forever.
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Jack watched silently forcing the cries down out of his throat, the gravity, or lack of pulled on his back pulling tighter and tighter, but at a painstakingly slow pace. Nevertheless, he would not show this Gould anymore weakness than need be. The throne completely disappeared into the ground and the platform appeared extending again, covering the gap, it had left. As he raised his eyes, they were drawn to the extended space the wall had revealed. He followed the floor and raised his eyes as they reached a large stone slab a few feet high. Chains extended out of the sides, near the bottom and raised up to the top and he realised someone was bound ankles and wrists to it.
His dark brown eyes met ice blue, mirroring his own, pain and fear filled.
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Standing to the side as the throne disappeared, Baal took the time to glance through the opening at the female tauri lying on the other side. Smiling as he watched her trying to analyse the situation then close her eyes tightly shut for a moment. This was going to be interesting. He smirked as he admired the handy work of the trusted servant Dal'ric. The two tauri were prime specimens to test the new tortures he had in mind. He and Anubis had shared knowledge of how information was gained from prisoners and through that knowledge he had been able to come up with new inventive ways of making them talk without taking away the pleasure he got from getting the information out of them.
He stood back in a shadow as the female opened her eyes. He looked over to the male, his smile widening, he didn't miss the intense look between the two. There was definitely something more than just comrades in arms between them but how far would they allow themselves to be pushed before admitting it and other things to him.
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Jack saw stars as his back slammed against the vertical grate; pain seared throughout his spine and a cry broke through his defences. This was different, Baal usually liked his subjects in perfect health, Jack wasn't sure how much he'd be able to hold back. If the memories of the last experience were anything to go by things were going to get steadily worse. He was already so weak, disoriented and his mind was filled with memories, worries, thoughts of Sam, and the last experience he'd had at the hands of the gould standing before him. He forced himself to focus on the Gould. He watched Baal as he slid his fingers under the lip of the table. He then proceeded to busy himself organising the contents of the small leather bag and box on the tabletop. Jacks eyes were drawn to the wall behind Baal, which had started to shift slowly sliding along, humming softly as it drew back. As the wall moved, Baal stepped around the side of the table and Jack's attention was drawn to the platform where the throne was been placed started to retract, the throne lowering into the gap being made.
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Sam listened as the men withdrew, her mind going through different ideas of what the instruments lying on various parts of her body were for. She did not like the scenarios being played out in her mind. For one fleeting moment she had imagined the ugly, tall man had been about to do more than place metal objects on her person, especially when he had easily slit open her shirt with his knife. She shivered, out of fear rather than cold. Her body had succumbed to the cold long before, the numbness bringing a little relief to the pains running throughout her exhausted body. She shivered again as her ears picked up a slight moving sound, she turned her head, was the partitioning curtain retracting. She squinted her eyes still aching from the light. She watched, as a large shadow grew smaller as the curtain withdrew. She closed her eyes for a moment making sure she wasn't in some hazy dream state. Her intellectual mind giving in, willing herself to wake from the nightmare she was being forced to live through.
When she opened them once more, she wished she had been able to close them forever.
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Jack watched silently forcing the cries down out of his throat, the gravity, or lack of pulled on his back pulling tighter and tighter, but at a painstakingly slow pace. Nevertheless, he would not show this Gould anymore weakness than need be. The throne completely disappeared into the ground and the platform appeared extending again, covering the gap, it had left. As he raised his eyes, they were drawn to the extended space the wall had revealed. He followed the floor and raised his eyes as they reached a large stone slab a few feet high. Chains extended out of the sides, near the bottom and raised up to the top and he realised someone was bound ankles and wrists to it.
His dark brown eyes met ice blue, mirroring his own, pain and fear filled.
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Standing to the side as the throne disappeared, Baal took the time to glance through the opening at the female tauri lying on the other side. Smiling as he watched her trying to analyse the situation then close her eyes tightly shut for a moment. This was going to be interesting. He smirked as he admired the handy work of the trusted servant Dal'ric. The two tauri were prime specimens to test the new tortures he had in mind. He and Anubis had shared knowledge of how information was gained from prisoners and through that knowledge he had been able to come up with new inventive ways of making them talk without taking away the pleasure he got from getting the information out of them.
He stood back in a shadow as the female opened her eyes. He looked over to the male, his smile widening, he didn't miss the intense look between the two. There was definitely something more than just comrades in arms between them but how far would they allow themselves to be pushed before admitting it and other things to him.