Sam's Point of View
Unknown Location
I open my eyes and look around at my surroundings. I groan and roll over onto my side. My head feels as if somebody is hitting it with a large hammer. Trying to get my nerve together, I wipe cold sweat off my face and lean myself against a wall. I swallow hard and chance a glance down at myself. The last thing I remember is…dying. Odd last memory, I know, but all I can recall is somebody with a Goa'uld ribbon device putting it to my head and then black.
I don't know where I am or how I got here. I don't know how long I have been sitting in this cell. It is cold and wet and the floor is made up out of hard cement. I haven't eaten or drunk anything for ages: they said when I had finished giving them information I would get something but I don't intend on telling them anything. So I guess that if the torture doesn't get me, starvation will.
I don't understand. They said that I was being ransomed, but they haven't mentioned what I'm being ransomed for. I wonder why they're torturing me for information if I'm being ransomed anyway. I suppose that it is more for them to gain: they can get money or whatever it is they want and information at the same time. I spoke with the Colonel for a few minutes, and he sounded really worried: I hope he's OK. I'm starting to wish I hadn't complied with General Hammond's order and gone on vacation. If I hadn't, I'd still be on base going over the upcoming mission to PJ3-977.
I rub my hand over some moss on the ground. Despite the fact that it smells really bad, it does make a good substitute for a pillow. It reminds me of the time that we were on that planet- P3 something-or-other – and there were those plants… Yeah, I was really embarrassed when I had to admit that I talked to plants. I think Teal'c thought it was funny. Colonel O'Neill certainly thought that.
I feel the tears running involuntarily from my eyes. I don't want to cry, but I'm scared. I'm scared of what these people will do to me. I'm scared of what they'll do the Teal'c and Daniel and the Colonel when they come to rescue me. If they come to rescue me. I think they're rouge NID agents, and if that's right, I'm in big trouble. These people are very focused on their objectives and will do anything simply to complete the tasks.
It is pitch black in here. When I had the strength to get up and walk around, I tried to find a switch, but couldn't. I don't know what good it would do, but it would help to orientate me even in the slightest bit. The only light I get is when they come to interrogate, and even then there's only the light of the ribbon device and that of the hallway.
One or more of them must be a Goa'uld. I'm too tired to think on that too much more. All I can think of is that they have someway to stop me from sensing its presence. What if they injected me with something? A sedative to make sure I don't escape? Maybe a poison that's killing me slowly? I don't know! I just…! I'm confused. I don't like being confused.
I can hear them coming. I slide myself across the floor and into a corner. I don't know what good it will do, but I think I need something solid behind me. I hear clicking sounds as they unlock the door. There are many: by the sounds of things at least two padlocks and a thumb scanner. The sounds echo in my head. I don't know if I can handle much more, but they will kill me, revive me and think nothing of it. I wipe the tears from my eyes before they come in. If they see I've broken, I'm stuffed even more than I am now. I hold my head as high as I can while I'm sitting. Three men walk in, two guarding the open door and the other standing in front of me. I squint as the light reaches my vision. I turn my head away to shield my eyes.
The man in front is wearing some kind of a mask. I cannot see his face, just his black, cold eyes. I am trying to stop myself from crying again, and it takes all my strength. The sobs are coming halfway up my throat before I can force them back. My body shakes each time this happens, and X smiles because he knows what I am doing.
"Good afternoon, Major Carter," he says to me without the normal distorted Goa'uld voice. I cannot hold the tears back any longer. One rolls down my cheek. I lift my hand and look at the liquid on my fingertips.
"Oh dear," says X, and by his tone I know he doesn't care. Why should he? I am his prisoner, not the other way around. "It seems as if you have a bit of a problem. I know what he means. It is blood. I am crying blood. I have burst a capillary in my eye. I hold my sleeve to my eye to stem the flow.
"Do you feel like telling us anything this time?" he asks me in an annoying sing-song voice, like he is talking to a five-year-old child. I say nothing. It is safer that way; I won't accidentally let anything slip. I see him fiddling with the ribbon device on his hand to torment me. I am on the border of not caring about anything anymore. Sleep is very close and it seems like my best option. I force my breathing to slow down and I soon feel myself slipping into that beautiful, hypnotizing abyss that is sleep.
I am aware that X is shaking me, trying to get me to wake up. He slaps my face, but the sleep-inducing drugs that have been injected into me are taking control. I hear him yelling to his accomplices that they were not supposed to put me to sleep until after I had been interrogated. This makes me smile. X sees me smiling. He comes over to me and kneels down to my level.
He grabs the collar of my pale blue t-shirt. His nose is inches from mine.
"Yeah," he says. "You smile, because it'll be the last time." He lets go of me, and I feel myself falling down a long, dark tunnel. I reach up, trying to grab onto something. I continue to fall. I realize that there is nothing I can do about it. I accept it.I feel better now. I know everything is going to be OK. I see the light at the end. I want to touch it, but I cannot. I remember my friends and the good times we had together. I remember the situations we had gotten out of together. I know that I am not ready to goto that placeyet. I stop falling, and simply sleep.