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Sam is alone in the room. She lays still on the large bed covered in the various sheets and cushions. She can't believe it happened and that she let it happen. She had to have fought harder, more viscous. She had to scratch him, bit him or kick him. Something… but she didn't. She couldn't, she was frozen in place and then something had happened. She can't say what of how it had happened, but it had. She looks at the distant heap of blue dress that once had hugged her body. Now it just lay discarded on the floor.

- Flashback-

The door opens when the guard push against them and behind it is a large room full of women. They are all dressed in a fashion as she is. For a moment Sam feels a small jab of jealousy. Had she really thought that she would be chosen to be the host for the symbiote he would choose? A sickening dizziness is starting in her gut and tries to travel upward. She fights the urge to even look weak and sick because she knows enough about these parasites to know her death would be close if they would see her as a weakling. 'Here is the female prisoner, my lord', one of the guards says and drags her forward. The Goa'uld is lying on a coach and is being served food and fanned by scarcely dressed slaves. He is of normal length with short brown, sandy coloured hair and the bluest eyes Sam has ever seen. She stares at him for a second, then she remembers to bit her inner cheek and she wakes from the moment of bedazzlement. The next time she looks at him it is with defiance and a bit of underlying anger. The man on the coach looks at her with amusement. He gestures and his slaves stop fanning and feeding him. Like a large cat the man stretches and lazily gets to his feet. He looks at the woman as if he is looking at a fine racehorse. (Not that he would know what a racehorse is). 'Jaffa kree', he states sternly at the guards and they turn around and march away. With an almost charming voice he begins to talk. Sam tries to look at him like she understands what he is saying but her mind is playing games and the voice in her head gives a translation which is totally different from whatever the man is saying. 'Pizza. I must eat pizza and I must eat it now. With mushrooms and pepperoni and lots and lots of cheese. Give me pizza'.

The lack of response is an incentive for the Goa'uld to step in closer and start to whisper. Sam can only imagine they are words of seduction since all the women in the room are looking at her like they want to kill her. One of them is even getting one of the cheese knives and starts walking towards them. If Sam hates one things it's bullies. She had to face them in high school because she was rather studying than partying and she let them walk all over her. Well not now. She wouldn't give those women a chance to hurt her, to humiliate her. She could do that very well on her own. While there are a few more women prowling towards her, her eyes shift to the Goa'uld in front of her. He is oblivious to the changing atmosphere, or so it would seem and he is sniffing her scent awfully close near her throat. She swallows and decides that she'd rather take her changes with a slimy snake, from which she can escape at a later time, than those women surrounding her. (After all her team has a pretty solid record of beating the incredible odds against them). So, the moment she makes her decision is the moment she exposes her throat a little more to her captor. With that little gesture the man plunges forward and kisses her skin. Not painfully and hard but extraordinary soft and sweet. The only thing she sees is his hand alerting the guards at the doors and all the women who are being herded towards the door followed by blasts from staff weapons. Then she is taken by surprise when her body caves to the pleasuring of the Goa'uld and she is lifted from the floor and taken towards the other end of the room.

- End-