Carter had what seemed to her as hours to investigate the room she had been sequestered in. She was not alone. There were four other couples, most of whom spoke enough English or a form of it to be understood. They were young couples, roughly in their late teens or early twenties and they were living their worst nightmare, held against their will by powerful soldiers of fortune. They were unaware of the reason why, wondering if it were for ransom. This seemed improbably since they were from poor farming communities. Or perhaps to be sold into a life of slavery, or worse yet, to be use for the Jaffa's pleasure. They had all heard tales of such and were busy terrifying one another and themselves with the retelling. Sam had no patience with wallowing in fear.
This ship seemed somewhat larger than the tel'tac that her father sometimes operated. And the room she found herself in was a decent sized state room with a bath. While most of the couples were to frightened to move, Sam used her nervous energy to investigate every inch looking for an avenue of escape and any supplies that they could use to aid in that effort.
Finally the door opened and the Jaffa dragged O'Neill into the room and dropped him on the floor. His face hit the floor with a wet slap before Sam had a chance to respond. He had been separated from her for more than 4 hours. That was Carter's best guess since they had been relieved of their watches and all other gear as well. Carter hovered over him, feeling for a pulse, checking for broken bones and looking at the damage an angry, sadistic Jaffa could do when pushed a little too far. They had cut the clothes from his body, none too carefully, leaving cuts and nicks at neckline and waist and down his arms and legs. And, too, his body was covered with burns from the pain stick. The burns covered his chest and back, even the soles of his feet. His knees were bruised and she wondered how many times they forced him to his knees before he knelt to them once bidden. The one Jaffa that remained by the doorway threw in some clothing and some other supplies that Sam barely noticed as she tried to take in the wreck before her that had been her once brash, seemingly carefree CO. As one of the other young men went to retrieve the parcel the Jaffa pointed a pain stick causing the young man to cower.
"This is for the Tau'ri. And you will do all that she asks of you." emphasizing his words while jabbing of the pain stick toward him.
And addressing Sam, he said, "Woman, do what you can; you will be sold in 2 or 3 days. The healthier he is the easier a life he will have. If he is sick they can use his bones for fertilizer." With that he slammed and locked the door.