BETTER LEFT
Chapter 1
Pain. The pain was everything. Samantha remembered very little from before the pain. Hammond's smile, running towards the Stargate, panic as blasts of energy hit the ground around her, the gold-brown of Barali's eyes. That was what she could remember from before. Now it was eyes that flashed an un-human white light; a glowing, gold encased palm that reached towards her head and pulled out her thoughts. And pain. Above all, pain. When they let her sleep the pain would prevail even there, twisting her dreams. Hammond's face and smile attached to the body with the glowing hand, Barali's gold-brown eyes flashing white. She would wake screaming. And in pain. It was the hand that caused the pain; it had not taken her long to figure that out, or to fear it. A constant, never lessening pain.
She never knew what time it was. Or how many days had passed since her capture. She had seen Daniel get hit, but Jack had grabbed him around the waist and dragged him along toward the Stargate, she had been shot then and had not seen them since. Hopefully they were dead. She did not know how long it had been since her last interrogation. Her only knowledge of time was from the woman who brought her food and water when they let her eat. The woman would tell her how long it had been since that last time she had brought food. Lying on the floor, she tried to calm he muscles, will away the pain. But she felt like she was on fire.
It could have been 10 seconds or 10 hours later, but the door opened and brightness flooded the semi-darkness of her cell. Sam curled into a ball as a figure approached.
"Be calm," a soft, female voice said, "it is only I." The woman carefully placed a tray next to Sam's head then gently helped her to sit up.
"How long?" Forced past her pain and thirst constricted throat, Sam could barely recognize the words coming from her own mouth.
"Three days." The woman answered. She turned to leave as Sam started to eat, and the guard outside locked the door behind her.
Sam ate slowly despite her hunger. The pain was too great for anything swift. Once she was finished she let herself slide back down on to the floor. She closed her eyes and once again tried to push the pain to the back of her mind. Her last conscience thought before slipping into pain- addled dreams was a wish for death.
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Loret sighed as she walked down the hall. When were they going to release that poor woman? Or at least let her die? Loret had been taking her food for over a month now. She had never known them to keep a prisoner for that long. This one must be very important. Looking ahead she saw the First Prime walking down the hall towards her. She lowered her upper body as he came closer. Instead of continuing however, he stopped in front of her.
"Loret." he said.
"Yes, First Prime?"
"When was the last time Our Lord had you feed the prisoner?"
"I have just come from delivering her meal First Prime."
"Good. Thank you." With that he continued down the hall.
Strange, Loret thought. To her knowledge the First Prime had never before taken an interest in the prisoner. Then again, she told herself with a slight shake of her head, he was the First Prime and she was only the Second's woman. What would she know of his thoughts?
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Teal'c, the First Prime of Klorel, stopped in front of the cell door thinking of the woman inside. The Serpent Guard keeping watch saluted him smartly. Snapping out of his thoughts, Teal'c nodded in acknowledgement and continued down the hall. When he reached Klorel's throne room he quickly stepped in.
"Ah, Teal'c." Said Klorel.
"My Lord." Teal'c responded saluting.
"I have been trying to decide what to do with the Tau'ri woman." Klorel began, "I think I would like to kill her, then send her body back through the chapa'ai, to her friends."
"My Lord, you must remember the barrier the have placed over the chapa'ai. The body would never arrive."
"Yes…" Klorel remembered, "yes. Then what would you suggest that I do First Prime?"
"If I may, My Lord, allow me to have her. I enjoy the idea of a Tau'ri woman serving my meals."
Klorel simply looked at him for a moment, then he laughed. "Do not try to trick me Teal'c. You were present for all of her interrogations, I saw the way you looked at her. It will not be your meals that you will have her serve." He laughed again, "Very well. If you want her, you may have her. I have everything I need to know from her."
"Thank you My Lord." Teal'c said bowing his head.
"I shall have Loret prepare her for you, she will be delivered to you tomorrow. Go now, I wish to be alone.'
"Yes My Lord." With that, Teal'c bowed deeply and left the throne room.
Chapter 1
Pain. The pain was everything. Samantha remembered very little from before the pain. Hammond's smile, running towards the Stargate, panic as blasts of energy hit the ground around her, the gold-brown of Barali's eyes. That was what she could remember from before. Now it was eyes that flashed an un-human white light; a glowing, gold encased palm that reached towards her head and pulled out her thoughts. And pain. Above all, pain. When they let her sleep the pain would prevail even there, twisting her dreams. Hammond's face and smile attached to the body with the glowing hand, Barali's gold-brown eyes flashing white. She would wake screaming. And in pain. It was the hand that caused the pain; it had not taken her long to figure that out, or to fear it. A constant, never lessening pain.
She never knew what time it was. Or how many days had passed since her capture. She had seen Daniel get hit, but Jack had grabbed him around the waist and dragged him along toward the Stargate, she had been shot then and had not seen them since. Hopefully they were dead. She did not know how long it had been since her last interrogation. Her only knowledge of time was from the woman who brought her food and water when they let her eat. The woman would tell her how long it had been since that last time she had brought food. Lying on the floor, she tried to calm he muscles, will away the pain. But she felt like she was on fire.
It could have been 10 seconds or 10 hours later, but the door opened and brightness flooded the semi-darkness of her cell. Sam curled into a ball as a figure approached.
"Be calm," a soft, female voice said, "it is only I." The woman carefully placed a tray next to Sam's head then gently helped her to sit up.
"How long?" Forced past her pain and thirst constricted throat, Sam could barely recognize the words coming from her own mouth.
"Three days." The woman answered. She turned to leave as Sam started to eat, and the guard outside locked the door behind her.
Sam ate slowly despite her hunger. The pain was too great for anything swift. Once she was finished she let herself slide back down on to the floor. She closed her eyes and once again tried to push the pain to the back of her mind. Her last conscience thought before slipping into pain- addled dreams was a wish for death.
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Loret sighed as she walked down the hall. When were they going to release that poor woman? Or at least let her die? Loret had been taking her food for over a month now. She had never known them to keep a prisoner for that long. This one must be very important. Looking ahead she saw the First Prime walking down the hall towards her. She lowered her upper body as he came closer. Instead of continuing however, he stopped in front of her.
"Loret." he said.
"Yes, First Prime?"
"When was the last time Our Lord had you feed the prisoner?"
"I have just come from delivering her meal First Prime."
"Good. Thank you." With that he continued down the hall.
Strange, Loret thought. To her knowledge the First Prime had never before taken an interest in the prisoner. Then again, she told herself with a slight shake of her head, he was the First Prime and she was only the Second's woman. What would she know of his thoughts?
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Teal'c, the First Prime of Klorel, stopped in front of the cell door thinking of the woman inside. The Serpent Guard keeping watch saluted him smartly. Snapping out of his thoughts, Teal'c nodded in acknowledgement and continued down the hall. When he reached Klorel's throne room he quickly stepped in.
"Ah, Teal'c." Said Klorel.
"My Lord." Teal'c responded saluting.
"I have been trying to decide what to do with the Tau'ri woman." Klorel began, "I think I would like to kill her, then send her body back through the chapa'ai, to her friends."
"My Lord, you must remember the barrier the have placed over the chapa'ai. The body would never arrive."
"Yes…" Klorel remembered, "yes. Then what would you suggest that I do First Prime?"
"If I may, My Lord, allow me to have her. I enjoy the idea of a Tau'ri woman serving my meals."
Klorel simply looked at him for a moment, then he laughed. "Do not try to trick me Teal'c. You were present for all of her interrogations, I saw the way you looked at her. It will not be your meals that you will have her serve." He laughed again, "Very well. If you want her, you may have her. I have everything I need to know from her."
"Thank you My Lord." Teal'c said bowing his head.
"I shall have Loret prepare her for you, she will be delivered to you tomorrow. Go now, I wish to be alone.'
"Yes My Lord." With that, Teal'c bowed deeply and left the throne room.