-1AN: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter and are not to upset by the serious Jack whumping that is going to happen frequently in this next chapter. All feedback is most welcome even if it is flaming.
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MacMasters surveyed the unconscious man at his feet, the prone body covered in partially healed cuts and bruises from the attentions of the Doctor. MacMasters thru the bucket of cold water that he had been holding over Jack and followed it with a boot to the leg.
Coughing and spluttering Jack's eyes slowly opened as he painfully returned to consciousness.
"O'Neill I want you to be able to feel this." MacMasters announced kicking Jack in the leg again.
MacMasters dropped the now empty bucket and picked up a baseball bat, slapping it into the palm of his hand he watched Jack's eyes focus and follow his every move.
"I am so going to enjoy this." MacMasters smirked "But I'm afraid that you wont."
He then proceeded to slam the bat across Jack's right ankle, snapping could be heard and the smile grew on MacMasters face.
"Why?" Jack gasped out.
MacMasters did not answer he just raised the bat and swung as hard as he could impacting with bone crushing force again on the damaged right ankle. He paused to survey his handiwork as the bones of Jack's right ankle had been broken and forced through the skin, blood welled from it seeping slowly onto the floor.
"Right lets continue having some fun then shall we." MacMasters chortled and prepared for the next blow.
"O'Neill, J, Colonel, USAF." Jack ground out holding in the pain.
"Shut up." Yelled MacMasters he did not want to be reminded of the mans military status.
MacMasters brought the baseball bat crashing down onto Jack's right knee cap, and then carried on in a frenzy smashing and hitting both of Jack's legs. Taking great delight in the gasps and whimpers he was causing the abused man to make.
Pausing for breath MacMasters wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving the room for a minute he came back in carrying a innocuous bottle of water and a red petrol can.
"O'Neill, J, Colonel, USAF" Jack muttered blood ran from where he had bitten thru his lip. He struggled to pull himself away from the man who was the cause of his pain.
"God your pitiful." MacMasters snarled. "The great and mighty Colonel Jack O'Neill.
MacMasters slowly unscrewed the cap from the petrol can and the proceeded to pour it slowly and deliberately over Jack's legs and feet.
"Things are gonna get a little hot." MacMasters laughed striking a match he held it over the squirming Jack.
"You fucking coward." Jack howled with rage as the pain from his petrol filled cuts increased.
"What did you call me?" MacMasters screamed kicking Jack anywhere on his body that he could reach.
Stamping down on Jack's hand MacMasters took great delight in hearing and seeing the fingers snap like twigs. Striking another match MacMasters retreated a safe distance and then tossed the lit match onto the petrol covered man.
Whoosh Jack's lower body burst into flames, screams burst forth from his bloody mouth. Beating at himself Jack desperately tried to put out the flames but all he achieved was to spread them further on his body and hands. Finally Jack's mind and body gave out as his eyes rolled back into his head and death once again held him in its temporary grasp.
MacMaster's watching from his safe position smiled with unconcealed glee at the pain and suffering he had caused. Looking at his watch he estimated that in approximately twelve hours he could come back and have some more fun, as Jack would be semi healed, maybe then the Doctor could suggest something that would suit both of them.
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Smith shuddered in disgust from where he had been watching and listening to the scene played out on camera. He had no idea what and how this O'Neill managed to miraculously come back from the dead and frankly he did not really want to know, he was more interested in what he had done to deserve such hatred from Kinsey and MacMasters.
Working for Kinsey had been profitable before, but Smith had the feeling that this job was going to get complicated and not in a good way especially with having to deal with the two psychopaths in the shape of MacMasters and the Doctor.
Smith nearly jumped out of his skin when his cell phone vibrated in his jacket pocket.
"Smith?" The voice at the other end questioned.
"Yes sir." Smith answered keeping his doubts out of his voice.
"Is he suffering?" The voice demanded.
"Definitely suffering and in pain sir." Smith responded
"I want to see it all." the voice purred happily.
"I will dispatch it too you now." Smith grimaced with distaste.
A click signified the end of the conversation, Smith called a security guard in and handed him a dvd case, giving instructions on where to drop it off.
Kinsey put down the phone and rubbed his hands together in gleeful anticipation of the viewing to come.
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"Oh God." Daniel groaned and then hurried from the room to vomit in the nearest restroom.
"I am sorry to have upset you all, but I felt it better to be completely honest with you regarding Jack's treatment so far." Striker bowed his head ashamed to have caused such upset.
Tears where slowly streaming down Janet and Sam's faces as they had listened to Striker tell of Jack's treatment. Janet wondered if after they got the Colonel back whether he would ever recover mentally from his ordeal.
Hammond remained in his seat overwhelmed with feelings of horror and disgust at what had been done to his much lived second in command. Swearing to himself he promised that the full resources of SGC would be used to find his mistreated officer.
Teal'c remained outwardly stoic, but inside he was screaming at the inhumane treatment of his warrior brother, he had witnessed many terrible acts as first prime to Aphopsis, but he had not expected to see worse on the Tauri home world.
Daniel staggered back into the room and dropped despondently into his seat he thought that he would never get the imagine of his best friend being burnt alive. He promised himself that MacMasters would pay for these actions.
A bright flash signified the arrival of a visitor to the SGC.
"Greetings General Hammond."