"Tell me what you know of the Tok'ra Selmak." The gravelly voice of Ba'al ordered.
Her throat was drry and her right cheek was bruised. She also noticed that her right eye was swollen shut. She could taste blood on her lip.
"You'll get nothing." She said, raising her head weakly, trying to show her defiance. Unfortunately, she was only strong enough to hold this position for a few seconds before her neck gave in to the weakness and her chin swung back down to meet her chest.
"I know you arrived onto the planet with your team, O'Neill and the Tok'ra you call Selmak. They have thus far eluded my attempts to capture them- especially O'Neill. But I can tell you that they are getting tired of hiding and I WILL find them. Of that you can be sure."
"You're wasting your time." She spat.
He reached for one of the vials of liquid on his consul. She closed her eyes in preparation for the inevitable seemingly fiery death. And the dreadful thought that she would wake up to have it happen all over again.