NEVER TO YIELD BY ltcoljsheppard [LFWS#3 ROUND 3]
Title: Never To Yield
Author: ltcoljsheppard
Rating: R (Torture)
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: The story must be related to the prompt word 'dark'. It must have at least one member of the team and it must contain either H/C or angst, or both.
NEVER TO YIELD by ltcoljsheppard
The interrogation had been going on for only forty minutes but felt like hours to John and he was exhausted.
Interrogation, ha!
The only questions he'd been asked were "What is the address to your world?" and "How many Alterans came back with you to this galaxy?" He refused to offer any answer and his stubbornness was repeatedly rewarded with increasing joules of electrical currents. He lay atop the table, his entire body trembling violently with the after-effects of the repeated shocks; eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Are you willing to share with me the address to your Alteran world?" the interrogator asked again. John could only stare blankly toward the man's gray suited chest as his head rolled to the side. The interrogator curled his fingers into John's sweaty mat of hair and pulled his head back. "Tell me... and this will stop." John simply lay there, focused on breathing as his muscles jumped and trembled with the stored charges in his tissues. "Charge him again."
A flip of a switch, a turn of a dial; John's body tensed hard, his back arching off the table. They held the charge for ten seconds then shut it down, but it took his brain a few more seconds to realize it was over.
His interrogator stepped forward and pressed his hand to John's chest, slowly pushing him back down to the table. The man looked down at him then made a decision; this one wasn't going to give up anything, it was time to up the stakes. He moved to the desk and picked up his radio. "Bring me McKay."
**
The guards pushed him into the dark room where John was laying soaked in sweat. Rodney flinched at the sight. "What the hell did you maniacs do to him?!!" he exclaimed, horrified.
The interrogator looked to Rodney and straightened himself with indignant pride. "Why don't we show you?" he answered. He gave a single nod to the technician who reached out and flicked the toggle again.
John arched off the table with a ghastly groan that would've been a scream had his throat not swelled almost completely closed. His vocal cords were raw and sore and tears escaped his eyeballs as if boiling out of the sockets.
Rodney rushed forward, pleading with them to just, please, stop.
When his body was finally released from the electrical charge John slammed back down onto the table with a choked off sob. His legs twitched against the table, his fingernails were dug into the flesh of his palms. The odor in the room was a mixture of salt, sweat and charred flesh.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say to me, Dr. McKay?" the torturer asked. "Would you like to berate me with anymore of your insults? Can you possibly be that selfish and self-serving? For every word you bark at me that does not contain the address of the world you came from, he will pay for your insolence and arrogance."
Rodney whimpered. "No. No. Please. I'm sorry. Just let him go. Please."
John lay on the table gasping for air. Tears and sweat glistening his face as he finally gained enough control to turn his face toward Rodney. He had no idea what image he put forth, all he knew was the defiance he felt and he held Rodney's gaze long enough to turn his head slightly, left and then right; telling him 'no'.
Rodney would know. He'd remember.
We don't give in to terrorists. We do not yield to others demands. We do not give up our friends and family. We do not yield.
John shook his head 'no'... and that was an order.
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Author: ltcoljsheppard
Rating: R (Torture)
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: The story must be related to the prompt word 'dark'. It must have at least one member of the team and it must contain either H/C or angst, or both.
NEVER TO YIELD by ltcoljsheppard
The interrogation had been going on for only forty minutes but felt like hours to John and he was exhausted.
Interrogation, ha!
The only questions he'd been asked were "What is the address to your world?" and "How many Alterans came back with you to this galaxy?" He refused to offer any answer and his stubbornness was repeatedly rewarded with increasing joules of electrical currents. He lay atop the table, his entire body trembling violently with the after-effects of the repeated shocks; eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Are you willing to share with me the address to your Alteran world?" the interrogator asked again. John could only stare blankly toward the man's gray suited chest as his head rolled to the side. The interrogator curled his fingers into John's sweaty mat of hair and pulled his head back. "Tell me... and this will stop." John simply lay there, focused on breathing as his muscles jumped and trembled with the stored charges in his tissues. "Charge him again."
A flip of a switch, a turn of a dial; John's body tensed hard, his back arching off the table. They held the charge for ten seconds then shut it down, but it took his brain a few more seconds to realize it was over.
His interrogator stepped forward and pressed his hand to John's chest, slowly pushing him back down to the table. The man looked down at him then made a decision; this one wasn't going to give up anything, it was time to up the stakes. He moved to the desk and picked up his radio. "Bring me McKay."
**
The guards pushed him into the dark room where John was laying soaked in sweat. Rodney flinched at the sight. "What the hell did you maniacs do to him?!!" he exclaimed, horrified.
The interrogator looked to Rodney and straightened himself with indignant pride. "Why don't we show you?" he answered. He gave a single nod to the technician who reached out and flicked the toggle again.
John arched off the table with a ghastly groan that would've been a scream had his throat not swelled almost completely closed. His vocal cords were raw and sore and tears escaped his eyeballs as if boiling out of the sockets.
Rodney rushed forward, pleading with them to just, please, stop.
When his body was finally released from the electrical charge John slammed back down onto the table with a choked off sob. His legs twitched against the table, his fingernails were dug into the flesh of his palms. The odor in the room was a mixture of salt, sweat and charred flesh.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say to me, Dr. McKay?" the torturer asked. "Would you like to berate me with anymore of your insults? Can you possibly be that selfish and self-serving? For every word you bark at me that does not contain the address of the world you came from, he will pay for your insolence and arrogance."
Rodney whimpered. "No. No. Please. I'm sorry. Just let him go. Please."
John lay on the table gasping for air. Tears and sweat glistening his face as he finally gained enough control to turn his face toward Rodney. He had no idea what image he put forth, all he knew was the defiance he felt and he held Rodney's gaze long enough to turn his head slightly, left and then right; telling him 'no'.
Rodney would know. He'd remember.
We don't give in to terrorists. We do not yield to others demands. We do not give up our friends and family. We do not yield.
John shook his head 'no'... and that was an order.
Don’t forget to leave ONLY FEEDBACK in the comments and NOT VOTES. All comments will be screened until the voting closes.