Ba'al looked up as his first prime entered the room. He held up his hand and stopped him before he could kneel. "I suggest you do not request an audience with me unless you have her location."
The Jaffa hesitated and watched as his lords eyes flashed and he stood from the throne. "My lord… perhaps the information we seek is closer than we think."
Ba'al looked down on him. "I am listening."
He hesitated. "The prisoner my lord. Surely he would know of her plans. Even if he did not – they have been mates for many years. He would know her well enough to guess what her move would have been."
Ba'al sat down. "Perhaps you are correct. Where is the prisoner?"
"He has been working as a lower level slave since you revived him with the sarcophagus – as you requested."
Ba'al smiled. "Bring him to me."
The Jaffa bowed low and left the room. He walked down the hallways of the stronghold and nodded to those he passed. He smiled as his favourite female slave walked past and grabbed her by the arm. "I expect you in my quarters tonight!"
He enjoyed the look of fear in her eyes as he released her and spent the rest of the journey thinking of new ways to use her. He arrived at his destination and stopped as the two Jaffa posted at the door, blocked his way with their staff weapons.
"The queen is bathing. No one is allowed to enter."
The first prime bowed his head. "Forgive me. My lord has sent me to retrieve the prisoner for questioning."
"Wait here."
One of the Jaffa guards entered the chambers and he could hear a conversation taking place inside. Soon the guard reappeared with the young man in tow.
The first prime grabbed him harshly by the arm and led him down the hallway, back towards the throne room. He met no resistance. The man he held had lost all will to fight back months ago. His symbiote, whilst still in him, rarely made an appearance. He was broken.
When he reached the main chamber he slung the man to the floor. "Kneel. Your god requires some answers."
Ba'al looked down and smirked. "Oh how the mighty have fallen Tok'ra!" He spat the word out. "Your beloved has something that belongs to me. I want it back." He rose and approached the man on the floor. "Tell me where she is."
The man on the floor did not even look up. Ba'al kicked him hard in the stomach, which sent him reeling across the floor.
Ba'al held his hand high and got ready to activate the hand device. "Tell me where she is." He hissed loudly.
Martouf raised his head slowly and his eyes flashed. "She is safe. I care not what you do to me."
Ba'al smiled. "Ah… that may be so Tok'ra, but does your host feel the same?" He laughed. "I have tortured the host's body almost beyond repair. You are weak due to the time you have had to spend healing him. Do you wish him to suffer more?"
Martouf's eyes closed and he sat up on the floor. "I care not what you do to me. I give my life to protect her."
Ba'al leaned down and slapped him hard around the face. He did not enjoy torturing prisoners unless they attempted to fight back. "Do as you will with him!"
The first prime bowed and dragged Martouf from the room. He threw him into a holding cell. "I have better things to do with my time." He activated the force field and went to find his woman.
