Hung
Title: HUNG
Author: scarimor
Rating: R
Warning: violence, torture
Challenge: #77 Free Week: #24 Sam Whump (poor baby)
200 words, so a double drabble Sam whump:
Hung by scarimor
Her arms ache. Her shoulders are screaming. She tries to take her weight on her toes as cords bite into wrists pulled high behind her back. It's black behind the blindfold and the blows are as unpredictable as harsh... mailed fist to her ribs, backhand to her jaw, a brutal boot to her ankle. She chokes down a yelp of pain.
His voice is contemptuous: 'They have abandoned you; left you to die. Is their location worth this suffering?'
She says nothing. The other one steps behind her. Oh god, the pain stick again...
White hot fire, searing her back, burning throughout, scorching every nerve. She screams. She has no choice... she has to scream.
It withdraws and she hangs in darkness, trying to breathe again.
Another voice, further away: 'Waste no more time. She will not talk. Kill her now.'
Boots step away. A staff weapon powers up. Energy fires...
She falls suddenly, landing hard on flagstones. More weapons fire, followed by abrupt cries. She can smell smouldering flesh and the charred, broken rope behind her. A pause, and then more boots, swift on the stone. Someone peels the cloth from her eyes.
'Colonel Carter...'
Teal'c.
'... can you stand?'
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Author: scarimor
Rating: R
Warning: violence, torture
Challenge: #77 Free Week: #24 Sam Whump (poor baby)
200 words, so a double drabble Sam whump:
Hung by scarimor
Her arms ache. Her shoulders are screaming. She tries to take her weight on her toes as cords bite into wrists pulled high behind her back. It's black behind the blindfold and the blows are as unpredictable as harsh... mailed fist to her ribs, backhand to her jaw, a brutal boot to her ankle. She chokes down a yelp of pain.
His voice is contemptuous: 'They have abandoned you; left you to die. Is their location worth this suffering?'
She says nothing. The other one steps behind her. Oh god, the pain stick again...
White hot fire, searing her back, burning throughout, scorching every nerve. She screams. She has no choice... she has to scream.
It withdraws and she hangs in darkness, trying to breathe again.
Another voice, further away: 'Waste no more time. She will not talk. Kill her now.'
Boots step away. A staff weapon powers up. Energy fires...
She falls suddenly, landing hard on flagstones. More weapons fire, followed by abrupt cries. She can smell smouldering flesh and the charred, broken rope behind her. A pause, and then more boots, swift on the stone. Someone peels the cloth from her eyes.
'Colonel Carter...'
Teal'c.
'... can you stand?'
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