Thank you for the feedback I'm glad you all are enjoying the ride. Well its gonna get dark before the dawn. This part is very dark bad situation involving Sam so if you want to skip it 13 is around the corner. Just giving you all a warning. So on to the story

Part 12

He walks into the room and is in a rage.

I can't see what he is doing, but by the way he paces the floor and yells at the guards, I know it isn't good news.

I still can't move anything but my fingers.

I hear something crashing against the wall and some cursing in Go'auld. It's too fast for me to translate but one word stands out.

Anubis.

He is not happy and Anubis is to blame.

Maybe he'll forget about me. He seems to have other things on his mind I try to move my hands and they cooperate.

This is good.

I just have to get the rest of my body going, kill the bastard, exact my revenge, find some decent clothes, free the villagers and blow up this ship.

Piece of cake, I snort to myself.

Revenge is all I have left.

My team is gone. No one will come to rescue me.

I am alone.

I snap out of my stupor when I hear more things being hurled across the room. He is enraged and lets out a bellow.

He is pacing, yelling to his guards and then, suddenly, he stops.

I hold my breath.

I wonder if he has finally remembered that I am still here.

I close my eyes.

I can feel tingling in my feet.

Yes!

Just a little more feeling in the arms, that's all I need to fight this monster.

I open my eyes, only to see him peering down at me.

I gasp, but can't turn away.

He smiles and starts to leer at me. My skin starts to crawl. He starts to finger the top I am wearing. He carefully traces the stitching on the bodice with his finger tip. He takes his time adjusting a button that I must have missed. His hand brushes my exposed belly and I feel goose bumps starting to form.

He does it again and I bite my lip. I feel my stomach drop and I want to lash out at him for doing this to me, but I'm paralyzed. I want to scream out in protest, but he has to think I am incapacitated.

And in a way, I really am.

Not by the drug I was given, but by fear of what is to take place, if I can't get my body to work in time.

He moves his hand up to my face.

He caresses my cheek, outlines my cheekbone with a fingertip, then starts to trace my lips with his thumb.

He stares constantly at my face whilst he is slowly torturing me this way.

He stops and brings the thumb to his mouth and runs his tongue across it.

I can't help it, I let out a whimper and this pleases him.

I'm starting to panic and this seems to fuel his desire.

I can't turn away. His gaze has turned primal. I can see his eyes darkening, his breathing has changed and he sits next to me as he starts to run his fingers down my arm.

"You are just the distraction I need to take my mind off of my distress. You are a beautiful woman Samantha, more beautiful then I could have ever imagined you would be. You stir something inside me that has not been stirred in some time. I will take much pleasure in discovering what makes you scream, and scream you will, but screams of ecstasy my precious one. If you please me you will become my beloved and we will rule this universe together. You will be my queen and I alone will be able to enjoy you. Yes Samantha, you will bring me great pleasure. Your spirit and fight will make my conquering you that much more satisfying."

He starts to finger my clothing again. His words are ringing in my ears. His beloved, his queen great pleasure? What pleasure when I am repulsed by even being in the same room as him? Tears are threatening to fall when he speaks again.

"The clothing you wore did you no justice. You should be dressed like this, to show everyone that you are an attractive woman. But perhaps I should be grateful that you were hidden for all this time, or the others would have claimed you for their own needs. This dress does not do you justice. Maybe something more revealing? Yes, less becomes you, my beloved. I can't wait to see you wearing nothing but sweat from the pleasure I have given you."

I was going to be sick.

He called me beloved again? This was a bad dream, no, a nightmare. I still couldn't move. I needed to get up and out of here before…

I whisper, "No." He just smiles, cups my chin and kisses me.

I let out a sob.

He turns to the guards.

"Leave us. I do not want to be disturbed at all. The only communication I want is to be informed when Lord Anubis is here. Go now!"

The guards leave and he does not come to me.

I move my head and lift it a little.

I follow him with my eyes as he moves to his throne.

He pours himself some wine and starts to come back towards me.

I lie back down and don't move. I don't want him to know I can move. If he realizes, he might make me drink some more of the drugged wine.

He places his cup on the table by the bed and starts to undress. I close my eyes, not wanting this to happen.

I needed to buy more time, but how? He stops undressing and sits by me again.

He is shirtless and takes a long drink from his cup.

He is smiling as he stirs the wine with his finger and removes it to trace drops of wine onto my stomach.

I close my eyes, thinking of something to do to get out of this. But there is nothing.

"You will enjoy what I can do for you, Samantha. I will show you things you could never imagine with anyone. You will be mine and mine alone. No one will ever take you from my side. You will be more than my Lotar. You will be my queen, my beloved, by my side for eternity. We will learn what each of us enjoys and we will be one."

He holds my waist and starts to lap up the drops of wine that have fallen into my navel.

I jerk and my arms shoot up.

I could move and this was good. I quickly put them back down.

He was entertained elsewhere and started to make his way up my body.

The knife was still too far away. That was my only hope, to stop this from happening to me.

I spoke.

"Please, wait, I'm not ready for this. Please don't do this."

He looked up.

"Samantha, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. I will have you today and everyday that follows. You will give me what I desire, when I desire it and in time, you will grow to crave me. Or would you prefer to be with my new master? He does not care for your beauty. He only would desire what is in that lovely head of yours. He will probe your brain, leaving no stone left unturned. He will break you. You thought my torture was vile, but his is vicious. I would not want that to befall you, but I will give you a choice. Either me or him. He will be here soon, but mark my words, I will have you either way."

I have to buy time and I have to get to the knife. He is staring and waiting for my answer.

"Samantha, you have no one to rescue you. Your team is dead. You have seen the proof of their demise. I am offering you a haven. All you have to do is obey me and bow down to me as your god. I demand your answer now!"

He grabs me by the upper arms and pulls me towards him. The time is now.

I whisper, "I choose you."

He smiles.

"I expect you to cooperate, Samantha, but if you fight me it will only heighten my pleasure."

He lets go of my arms, cups my face and starts to kiss me again. I have to stop myself from pushing him away.

My hands clench into fists and I realize I can move them with no problem.

I start to lean towards the pillow that hides the knife.

He thinks I want to lie down.

He lets my face go and starts to climb into the bed. I turn away and he yanks my face back to him.

"Never turn away from me, do you understand this? Never look away from your god. You will be forgiven this time, but I will not be so lenient next time."

I nod. I have to make him think I am complying.

I inch back more and he follows. He grasps my waist to pull me towards him and I pull back. He is about to voice his anger when I speak.

"Please, I don't want to displease you, but the drug your servant gave me is still making me weak. May I prop myself against the pillows behind me? It will serve both of us and I only want to please you."

I look down and bite my tongue, praying he buys the load of crap I had just spewed.

He lifts my chin and whispers for me to open my eyes.

I do and he is there, in front of me. He moves me to the pillows behind me. While doing this he murmurs how pleased he is that I have come to accept my new role. I am now lying on the pillow that has the knife under it.

He comes close and rips the bodice, exposing me to him. He flings the torn garment to the side and starts to caress me. I turn away. He looks up and demands to know what I am doing.

He slaps me and I cry out. He starts to get rougher and pulls the rest of the skirt off.

I push him and he laugh.

His hands are everywhere and I fight.

"Yes, fight Samantha, I knew you couldn't do this without a fight."

He wants me to fight him, but he is too strong. I reach for the knife and feel him trying to part my legs.

I grasp the knife's handle while he fights to have me comply with his wishes.

This is it. I will kill him now, once and for all.

He has positioned himself over me and is enthralled with my neck. He is biting me and I scream, but this only makes him do it more.

He is sick. I need him to stop or I will not be able to do this.

I close my eyes and pray the guys will give me the strength I need to kill this son of a bitch for taking their lives. For taking away my family and hurting then killing the man that I would die for.

I lift the knife over his neck.

It has to be done correctly.

I am about to strike, when he sees what I am about to do. He roars and knocks the knife out of my hand. He throws me off the bed.

I am dazed but realize I have failed.

I see the knife and crawl towards it. He sees what I am doing and grabs me by the hair, throwing me across the room. I hit my head on the wall and land with a thud.

I see him rise and come towards me with the knife and the ribbon device.

Tears are streaming down my face.

I have failed.

I couldn't kill him and now I would pay.

But I don't care.

He straddles me and slaps me across the face.

"How dare you betray me! You would have been my queen! But fear not, I will punish you for your insolence and I will still have you Samantha. I will have you over and over again till you can no longer move. Then I will kill you and bring you back to life over and over again. Do you hear me? There is no escape for you. You will be my slave for all of eternity."

I cry out no and start to pummel him with my fist.

He grabs my head and slams it to the floor. I am stunned and stop.

I look up only to see him glaring down at me.

"Even as you betray me, you make me want you more. Prepare yourself for your god!"

I am out of time and I am about to be raped by the man that had killed everything that had meant anything to me.

I scream. Not caring that I am calling out to a dead man for help But I am lost and he is the only thing that's shielding me from what is about to happen.

"Oh, god, please somebody, help me! Jack, oh god, Jack, please help take me away from here! Please don't let this animal rape me. Jack!"

I hear laughter as he is about to thrust into me.

"You are mine he is dead. It will be my name you will be screaming next."

I hear shouts then gunfire as the doors explode open.

I turn to see a ghost.

It can't be him?

He's dead. My mind must be cracking under the stress, making me see the one person that I want to save me, even though I know he can't.

But it is him.

I whisper his name, "Jack" as the darkness claims me.