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WARNING! This part and the next few deal with torture and they aren’t completely pleasant. Rating has gone up in accordance. If this isn’t your cup of tea, part 49 picks up afterwards and you’ll be able to follow along what happened without having to read the unpleasantness. Title: Have To Do Better 45/100 TtH Prompt: #99 Torture Summary: Buffy meets her captors Have To Do Better Buffy groggily looked around her surroundings as she got up on her knees. Her head was pounding and she wasn’t sure why. She furiously thought back as she took in the opulent room. All she could recall was pausing during her patrol when she thought she heard a noise. There was a flash of light, pain, and then this room. She didn’t see her teammates nearby so she could only hope that they were safe as she pulled at the shackles binding her wrists. There was a tingling in the back of her skull as a tall figure in elaborate robes entered the room followed by four Jaffa. She forced her eyes to focus and she studied the man. He carried an aloof air as he looked down his aquine nose at her. “You are of the Tau’ri, are you not?” He asked in a hollow voice. “If it gets me a get out of jail free card, sure,” she said, trying to analyze the situation. She was sure she could break the shackles, but the Jaffa were spread too far apart. She’d never be able to take them all down before being shot herself. Stupid zats and staff weapons. His eyes flashed yellow as they narrowed. “Tell me of the Tau’ri’s plan to fight the Ori.” “We have no plan,” Buffy said with a shrug. The Goa’uld nodded to one of his underlings and the Jaffa shoved a black stick at her. Her body spasmed from the pain, but she refused to cry out. “Tell me of your plans,” he repeated. “We just stumble from one encounter to another. There is no…” She tensed again as pain shot through her body. She gritted her teeth to hold back a cry. “I have seen your spies in Ori territory. What are your plans?” “We don’t have one, yet, dumbass,” Buffy bit her lip against the next onslaught of pain, causing blood to trickle down her chin. When it stopped she spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor. “Torture me all you want, but I’ve already given you the answer.” Pain hit her again and this time a grunt escaped her lips before she could stop it. The Goa’uld bent down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Your lip has already healed. How is that possible? I sense no symbiote within you.” “No special reason. I’m just a girl,” she said with a shrug. He stood back up and nodded to the Jaffa again. Buffy’s eyes squeezed shut against the pain. When she wearily opened them back up, the Goa’uld was holding a symbiote in his hand. “Your determination is remarkable for something so weak, but I will learn your secrets.” Buffy cringed as he brought the snake closer. Her mind fervently thought of a way to get out of this, but her body was too weak from the pain stick. The thing flew out of the Goa’uld’s hands and she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck. Her back arched and she could feel it burrowing into her head. Deep inside her, the darkest part of the slayer begged to be released. Not knowing what else to do, she dropped the walls that separated her from the most primal part of the slayer essence. A scream of pain flowed from her throat as she felt the two entities war inside her. Her brain felt as if it were on fire and then suddenly in stopped. She dropped face first onto the floor panting. “What secrets has she been hiding?” The Goa’uld asked. She slowly got back to her knees and hazel eyes peered out behind a curtain of blonde hair. “You’re gonna have to do something else. Your little friend is dead.” He snarled and pain shot through her body again. Then darkness mercifully claimed her. Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
