Plus Extras. ;)
Spoilers for Gemini, etc. Season 8. Sam. erm. not for kiddies, but no porn.
Duct tape across her mouth, and she's got dishes to wash. Funny. She can taste the smell of grapefruit dishwashing liquid at the back of her throat.
Hands slide over her face, the scarf settles over her eyes.
"This isn't real." Can't be real.
A purring coo in her ear, and the replicator is pressed against her back. "It's always real."
Electrical wire yanks at the skin of her wrists.
Next time it will be roller skates and pink tutus and bumblebees that don't fly.
Sam prays there won't be a next time as the fingers slide into her brain.