I'll try to not take so long between updating the next few chapters. I had a family emergency that I had to deal with. Also, unless my imagination takes me elsewhere, we should be getting to the end of the worst of the torture. Although, as much as I love a strong Soldier Sam, I sure do love a broken one.
Also, this story deals primarily with the relationships between Jack, Sam, and Baal. I'm not interested in the other character's stories (I do love them, but they just don't fit in this narrative), therefore I will not delve into their situations. They will be addressed, however, so don't think they'll be forgotten! Onto the next chapter! Warning: this one gets dark.
Baal strode over to Sam, and pulled the knife from her gut. Jack couldn't tell which was worse: the defeated moan that escaped her lips, or the blood the bubbled from the wound and dripped into a pool on the ground. He felt so helpless.
Baal laid the bloodied knife between Sam's lips, and Jack saw her wince. Baal placed a chain around her neck so she was unable to let it fall out of her mouth, and Jack saw the terror in her eyes.
Sam tried to pull hard against the chain, but she choked, and the knife pressed further against her cheeks, cutting them. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and she began to sob. Baal grinned, but still didn't gloat. He brought a vial of liquid from a shelf across the room, and poured it down her throat. She coughed, and Jack thought she would suffocate to death right there.
Then he brought the liquid over to Jack, and Jack fought against his chains. "What the hell is that?"
"It's a little potion I've created. I am more than my good looks, Colonel. I worked with Nirrti in between conquering planets and defeating those who defied me, and I learned quite a bit about how the Tauri brain functions." Ah, there it was, the typical Baal gloat that the Colonel had come to expect. "This one is one of my favorites. It'll cause you to hallucinate, and I will control your hallucinations…."
"Ah, sorry to disappoint you," Jack interrupted confidently, albeit his stomach rolling in nervousness, "but you've already been beaten to the punch. We had a similar experience on Netu. Blood of Sokar, I believe it was called."
Baal's eyes glowed in irritation. "This is not the same. Let me demonstrate." He grabbed Jack's chin and forced open his throat, tipping the vial onto his tongue. The liquid was like acid down his throat. "Whatever I do to Samantha, you will think it is you. And whatever I do to Samantha, she will think it is you," he laughed.
"You bastard," Jack growled, before blacking out.
Hadad hated feeling so helpless and she could hear Sam pleading with her to just kill them both. She was tempted to comply, but then Baal drugged her again, and it sent her into the recesses of Sam's mind, just conscious enough to feel pain, but not powerful enough to do anything about it.
Sam was in control. She tried to recede into her mind, but Hadad wouldn't let her. She looked up, and Jack stood over her. Her stomach blossomed with excitement.
He's defeated Baal! He rescued me just like he said he would!
Hadad laughed sinisterly at her. Dumb Tauri bitch. He'll never be able to rescue you.
Sam was about to argue, but then he climbed on top of her. Her heart jumped into her throat and the tears that fell down her cheeks burned her skin. "I thought you were going to rescue me."
His eyes filled with hatred and lust for her. "I couldn't pass up this opportunity. You were just lying here, so helpless, so ready for me."
She couldn't pull against her restraints. She couldn't lift her head. All she could do was lay there and take whatever he wanted to do to her. Her rescuer. The person she thought she could trust. The person her heart told her she loved. He was now her abuser.
His hands cupped her thighs, nails digging roughly into her skin, tongue deep in her. She couldn't arch her back, and despite the pain rocking through her body, the shockwaves shot down her spine and into her core. She cried out as he thrust three fingers into her violently. She heard metal clanking against itself, and her heart sped up. She was choking on her own blood, and she tried to call out to him, that whatever he was about to do would most certainly kill her.
He appeared in her vision, and for a moment his face waivered into Baal's, but as soon as she blinked, and it was replaced again by Jack's. Her head swam and her stomach rolled with bile. "Jack," she cried.
Somewhere across the room she could hear a voice, it sounded like Jack's, begging Baal to stop. He sounded desperate, strained, angry – like he too was pulling hard against the chains that held him down. She was confused – Jack was here in front of her, pushing a cloth into her throat. She was suffocating. She could feel her body begin to shut down, and her vision dimmed. She could feel the warmth of unconsciousness begin to pull at her mind, and she could feel Hadad pushing back at it. She knew she'd already be dead if it hadn't been for her, and she cursed at her.
The same liquid that brought her back to life previously was poured on her knife wound, and she tried to scream around the cloth. She was sobbing, and she wasn't even sure where her tears mixed with her blood anymore.
He pushed himself into her, and the bars that restrained her digging into her skin. The chain around her throat pulled tight, and her skin was rubbed raw against the cold metal. He was not merciful, and he was very big, and he rocked hard against her. He bit into her belly and she cried out, trying to buck against him. He laughed, but didn't ease up.
The air was acrid, and it burned her nostrils. The metallic taste of blood sat on her tongue, and her body began to numb from the constant beatings it had endured in the past twelve hours. Her mind began to drift away, to another place that she hadn't dreamed about for a long time, featuring people she no longer knew the names of. Those dreams mixed with Hadad's horrifying ones, where she killed thousands of innocent families and tortured young men into submission. She was awakened when her face suddenly stung – Jack had slapped her.
"You do not have permission to die until I am done with you," he commanded.
She moaned, not completely in pain, and some in pleasure. Despite her body's readiness to give up, it was also willing to act against her. Jack might be violent, and even though he tore at her open, he still hit her just right.
He began to speed up his thrusts, and they were more inconsistent. "Bitch," he grunted as he came inside her.
He lay on top of her while she sobbed, her consciousness fading.
I can't take any more of this, she said to Hadad.
I do not believe Baal will revive me again. But he will revive you, if not just to use as an instrument of torture for Jack O'Neill.
Jack watched himself as he pulled out of Carter. He had just raped his 2IC.
He watched her as she struggled to remain conscious, and goddammit, he was impressed at her ability to survive. Granted, he knew that part of it had something to do with the symbiote, but despite all of this, he was proud of her for being strong.
His heart fell to his stomach as he saw her watching him fearfully. Her words had cut through him, and he had tried to stop himself, but he couldn't control his body. It was as if he had a symbiote of his own, but without the constant nagging of another voice in his head.
He watched as she fought Hadad internally, her face flashing with pain and anger and betrayal and exhaustion. Without his permission, his hand took a black vial off the table and screwed off the cap. It was odorless and colorless, and he poured it on the knife wound on Sam's stomach. It bubbled and began to quickly dissolve her skin, exposing the veins and organs underneath.
He fought hard against himself, screaming at himself to stop, at Sam to hold on. But he watched her as she lost her fight for her life. She didn't scream or cry, but she did mutter something that he had to strain to hear, but it made him wish he hadn't.
"I loved you."
He wanted to pour the acid onto himself, to take away the pain he felt for hurting Carter – after all, it's the least he deserved - but he emptied it onto her body instead and set the vial back down onto the tray. He heard a laugh in the distance – it was dark and proud, and suddenly he was snapped back into his own body. That is, the body that was chained to the floor. His head spun.
Baal kneeled in front of him. "See, Jack! I told you I was more than my good looks," he gloated as he took a knife hidden in his waistband and before Jack could spit out a retort, pressed it hard against his throat. "As much as I love the theatrics of a kara kesh, or even the slow death of acid, I do quite enjoy the hand-to-skin pleasure I get from personally slicing human skin."
Suddenly, the doors behind him slid open. He heard the distinctive whoosh of an opening staff weapon and instinctively ducked. The blast grazed his hair and hit a surprised Baal directly in his chest.