"Yes, where is O'Neill?" Ba'al said, walking around on that pitiful stage that he had secured for himself.
Sam's confused mind began to process the pain coursing through her body again. It hurt so bad, but she tried to keep her thoughts on the questions that Ba'al was throwing at her. "The Colonel?" She asked, not exactly pretending to be groggy.
"Yes. Where is he?" Ba'al said, playing with the knife in his hands.
"I don't know," she choked.
He put down the knife and reached for the acid. "He was also one of your escorts."
"No, he wasn't. I came by myself." She heaved. "No escorts."
In the end, he put down the acid. "Ah, Samantha. Let's begin again." He motioned to a Jaffa who forced the Blood of Sokar down her throat.