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Title: "Coming Home pt 10"
Author: elfcat255
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: a hard R-language and violence
spoilers: Nope
Warnings: major character whumpage ahead and I mean major...you have been warned
Summary: as usual I pick up from the last chapter..see a pattern to my writing..hmmm
AN: you asked for it and you get it..now I go to figure out how to fix the mess I've gotten myself into..grrr
It was not the pain in her back that caused her to wake…no, it was the shivering of her body that finally roused her. She opened her eyes only to find darkness…cold, damp, darkness. The chains attached to her wrists scraped the ground as she slowly eased up from the stone floor into a sitting position. That little movement reminded her once again of the injury to her back as skin stretched with the movement sending pain streaking across it.
Sam pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, huddling in a ball as she shivered, “What is with me and losing my clothes,” she grumbled, her voice echoing slightly.
After a few minutes of running her hands over her limbs trying to get some warmth into them she rose into a crouch and then slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. Throwing a hand out she hit a wall behind her; it wasn’t smooth like the tunnel which they entered the mountain, this was more rough. She could feel the marks of tools used to hew the rock as she felt along the wall, trying to discover how large the room was. The chains on her wrists pulled her up short before to long and she moved back along the wall until it happened again.
She leaned a shoulder against the wall, “Well I’ve gone and done it again; I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut,” she muttered, and then remembered what would have happened if she hadn’t spoken up; Daniel would be dead. Shaking her head, she wondered what happened to the rest of the team, the last thing she remembered was being dragged away from the guys, with them trying to get to her only to be beaten by the guards.
“I hope they’re in a better position than I am, “ she said softly, pulling on the chains.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she made out the faint outline of a door; light was barely squeezing through the crack under it. She walked towards it but the chains pulled her up again maybe four feet from it, it was hard to judge in the darkness.
She started pacing back and forth as much as the chains allowed, trying to warm up. They whole time she paced her thoughts whirled around her brain. She began speaking those thoughts just to hear something other than the chains clinking and scraping along the floor.
“This is not good and I have feeling it’s going to get worse; some how I need to get out of here,” she grumbled pulling on the chains again, but there was no give in them. From the positioning, it seemed as if the chain was suspended, raising the chains Sam discovered they were level with her shoulders when pulled tight.
“Oh…that is not a good sign; but then waking up without clothes and being chained is never good either Sam,” she said to herself.
She continued to pace muttering to herself; suddenly she heard a noise. It sounded like gears moving, the chains binding her wrists began to move. She fought against the movement but to no avail, she could not stop it and her arms slowly pulled up until she stood stretched between the shortened chains. As she stood waiting, she heard the faint sound of footsteps. The sound of a key being placed in a lock and turning was the next noise she heard then the door opened; Jarvis entered carrying a lantern.
He hung it on hook in the wall and walked towards her, a twisted smile on his scarred face, “Ahh…pretty one; we get to spend some time together now,” he commented.
“Like I had a choice,” she replied unable to keep back the retort.
He stepped closer to her, reaching up he grasped her chin in his hand, “We have things to discuss pretty one; don’t make me cut out your tongue just yet,” he remarked, squeezing.
He let loose and turned to walk away venturing just outside the door. Sam worked her jaw around and opened her mouth to speak but stopped as Jarvis turned back; he carried a low table in his hands, upon it Sam could see several bladed weapons.
‘Oh shit…this can’t be happening to me,’ she thought.
He picked up a curved dagger, the light from the lamp glinted from its silver surface as he waved it slowly back and forth, “Now tell me…where do you and your companions hail from?”
Sam remained silent, refusing to answer. Jarvis stepped closer, running the tip of the blade along her outstretched arm until he reached her neck; he pressed the edge to her throat, “When you first spoke up to save the scholar I knew you would be a challenge, such defiance…such spirit, I could see it in your eyes,” he said coldly increasing the pressure.
Sam could feel the edge biting into her skin but she just glared at him and then spoke, “If you think threatening me with a dagger will make me tell you anything then you’ll be sorely disappointed.”
“I don’t plan on threatening you; I plan to use it pretty one,” he commented, moving the dagger away from her throat to run it back along her arm; just before he lifted the blade it sliced into her skin, leaving a shallow cut.
Sam gasped, flinching as the blade bit into her arm; Jarvis gave her an evil grin, “See.”
“All you have to do is answer my questions; now…where are you from?” he asked once more.
Sam refused to speak, only stood taller glaring at him; this earned her another cut. She made no sound or movement as the blade sliced this time. He asked again and the same thing happened; she refused to answer, earning her another cut.
‘Be strong Sam,’ her inner voice said, ‘maybe if he sees this won’t work he’ll stop.’
However, it did not stop him; in fact, it only made Jarvis more persistent with his questions. He repeatedly asked her where they were from, along with questions about their weapons and if she knew how to make the stone ring come alive. She stayed quiet the entire time, each unanswered questions earned her another slice from the dagger. She could feel the blood trailing from the cuts on her arms but she would not give him the satisfaction of having her react to the slow torture.
He moved away from her to place the dagger on the table, picking up another one, “Perhaps if I concentrated on more sensitive areas you would speak?” he mused, returning to her and running the new blade across her upper body then down, letting the tip trace over her left breast.
Sam could not help but draw in a quick breath as the blade ran over her nipple, this caused Jarvis to smile, his eyes glinting in the lamplight. That was when she realized this was not about questions and answers. The man was getting a thrill from causing her to react to the pain.
This only made her concentrate harder on controlling herself, ‘There is no way I’m giving this twisted bastard a way to get his jollies,’ she thought.
The blade cut into her chest just above her breast, she made no sound. Three more slices and still she refused to utter anything. From the look on Jarvis’s face Sam could tell she was beginning to piss him off. The questions stopped but the cutting continued until she could feel the blood running. The man left slices all over the front of her body from her chest to her knees.
Jarvis was breathing heavily as he placed the knife down and picked up a fresh one, “Ahh pretty one, you’re not looking so pretty now, but still the spirit holds,” he said ducking under the chain to stand behind her.
‘Oh fuck,’ Sam thought when she realized what was about to occur.
The blade bit into her already raw back and she couldn’t help but take a step forward, ‘No…no…’ her inner voice screamed.
Another slice and she hissed at the fiery pain, Sam heard the man chuckle as he cut her again; she bit into her lip trying to keep from screaming as he continued to slice the already inflamed tissue of her back. A slice across one of the deep whip marks finally made her cry out in pain.
“You fucking bastard!” she yelled.
This only made him move faster as he continued making cuts; her back was on fire, her knees began to buckle as she tried to withstand the pain but she couldn’t take it any more; blood ran down her chin from where she bit into her lip and she started to sag against the chains.
He stopped, moving back around to stand before her. Sam’s head hung low as she sagged against the chains; Jarvis placed the tip of the bloody blade under her chin, pulling upwards forcing her to raise her head or risk it cutting into the flesh. Sam glared at him her eyes full of hate.
“I think that is enough for tonight pretty one; we shall continue this later,” he said an evil smile on his scarred face.
Picking up the table, he walked out of the room, shutting the door. Sam heard the key turn, locking it. The sound of gears turning began again and she slumped forward as the chains loosened, landing in a heap on the cold stone floor. She lay still for a moment and then her body began shaking as sobs tore from her throat, filling the chamber with her pain-filled cries.
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“I passed out after that, “ Sam said softly and then grew quiet.
The living room was dark now except for the light spilling into the room from the hallway. Sam still lay with her head on Janet’s lap; looking up she could see the tears glistening in the faint light as they rolled down her lover’s cheeks.
“Oh Sam…,” the doctor whispered her voice cracking with emotion.
Sam sat up quickly, moving up to sit next to Janet, she wrapped her arms around the doctor and cradled her against her chest as her lover’s silent tears turned to sobs as she lay in Sam’s arms.
Sam slowly rocked back and forth, “Shhh…it’s okay, I’m safe…I’m home,” she said softly rubbing Janet’s back with her hands; she kissed the top of her head and continued to whisper assurances to her lover as she held her tight.
Janet’s sobs slowly trailed off and she grew silent, lying in her love’s arms, “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what? There was nothing you could’ve done, even if you were there,” Sam replied to the apology.
“No…I’m sorry for falling apart on you Sam; I told myself today I had to be strong for you, to be there because you needed me,” Janet said her voice muffled by Sam’s chest as she burrowed against it.
“Here I was worrying about re-living the whole thing and it’s you that’s taking it hard,” she said stroking Janet’s hair, “silly woman, how do you think I kept quiet through all he did to me? I kept imagining you standing there looking at me with those big brown eyes and telling me to stay strong; that I could handle anything he did to me,” Sam told her.
Janet sat up, looking into Sam’s eyes, “Really?”
“Yes…really,” Sam said nodding, reaching up to wipe away the wet marks from her lovers’ face.
Janet ran her hands under Sam’s t-shirt, feeling the bump on her ribs, “How did this happen?”
“Do you really want to know?” Sam asked her softly.
“Yes…no secrets right; tell me everything,” replied Janet as she leant back into the pillows once more.
Sam fluffed up a pillow and leaned back against the couch her head resting on Janet’s shoulder; Janet grasped her hand and she took a deep breath, letting it out she began her tale once more.
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She slowly came to, groaning she tried to rise up but her body would not co-operate, having grown stiff from lying on the cold floor. For how long she could not tell; she remembered him leaving the lamp but it had now gone out, leaving her in darkness once more.
“Alright Sam…you can do this…sit up!” she told herself.
Fighting against the pain in her back she sat up, feeling the stickiness on the floor around her, “My blood,” she whispered, “if he meant to kill me he would have kept going.”
She tried to stand, making it to a crouch before a wave of dizziness swept over her; losing her balance she fell back hitting the wall, “Fuck!” she yelled out as her back connected with the rough stone. She groaned as she rolled to the side, letting her shoulder rest against the wall.
“Okay…trying to stand was a really bad idea Sam,” she muttered.
She knew the dizziness was more than likely caused by blood loss and her not having eaten in who knows how many days, sighing she spoke, “If I get through this I swear I will never skip another meal…ever.”
Her inner voice chimed in, ‘What do you mean if?’
She shook her head, “Alright…now I know I lost too much blood that sounded like Janet.”
Giggling she closed her eyes mumbling to herself, “Why shouldn’t my inner voice sound like her? If I hadn’t imagined her standing there, I don’t think I could have lasted as long as I did. I will not let that bastard break me; I want to go home. Janet needs me.”
‘That’s my girl…you can do it, I know you will come home…you promised remember?’ the voice in her head said.
“Yes m’am…I’m going to come home,” she mumbled her breathing growing slow as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness again.
The next time she awoke, it was to the sound of the gears grinding as her chains began to pull tight. Sam groaned as the chains forced her to rise with them, she sagged against the chains, her shoulders protesting until she could get her feet under her finally. Standing arms outstretched she waited for Jarvis to appear.
Before long the door unlocked and opened, he carried a new lantern with him and replaced the extinguished one. Walking over to where she stood Jarvis let his gaze travel over her body, “You still live pretty one,” he remarked.
Sam gritted her teeth, she was really getting annoyed with that term, “I have a name,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
“No you do not. You are my slave; slaves do not have names,” snarled Jarvis, striking her across the face.
Sam’s head snapped sideways and she took a step back, turning her head back towards him she spat blood onto the floor from the cut he reopened with the blow.
“Where’s your knife big man?” she taunted.
He snarled again, striking her across the other side of her face. Her head snapped with the blow again and she turned it back slowly, glaring at him.
“I will not let you break me; you’re just sick little man who gets his pleasure from beating up women,” she growled.
Jarvis’s face twisted in rage as he stepped forward, punching her in the side. The blow caused her to stumble back but she regained her footing to stand tall again.
“I’ve been hit by stronger things than you and survived,” she remarked, taunting him again, “you can’t stand the fact that I’m standing up you to can you?”
That earned another blow to the ribs and she felt something give but continued to stand tall, the defiant look never leaving her face. Jarvis growled in frustration, his hands clenched into fists.
“Come on…hit me again, show me what a big man you are,” she said a smile on her face.
He answered the challenge, striking her in the face with a closed fist; she did not let it faze her as she taunted him again, never backing down. He started to duck under the chain to move behind her and she stuck a leg out catching his foot; he went crashing into the wall face first as she tripped him.
Jarvis picked himself up, holding a hand to his bleeding nose. He gave her an odd look but said nothing as he grabbed the lantern and walked out, slamming the door and locking it. The chains loosened as the gears turned and she slumped to kneel on the floor.
“Oh God that was so stupid,” she groaned out, “but it worked.”
She wiped the blood dripping from her nose away with the back of her hand and felt her teeth with her tongue; a couple of them were loose now. Running her hand along her left side, she felt the give in her ribs.
“Well a few loose teeth and some cracked ribs seem like a small price to pay to prove a point Sam,” she said to herself.
She had a feeling if she stood up to Jarvis he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Some abusers found no thrill from their attacks when the victim fought back. She knew if he really found pleasure in actually causing her pain he would have continued, this just proved that begging and cries of pain were what he sought. Not defiance from his victims and she was sure there had been many; why else have this chamber.
‘It was still stupid Sam,’ the inner voice said.
"Sorry Janet…had to do it; may have been just the thing to get me out of here. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to pass out now,” she said to the voice and then slumped over to lie on her side.
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“The next time I woke up Daniel was there,” said Sam, ending her story.
“Do you realize what could have happened if you had been wrong?” asked Janet softly.
Sam nodded, not wanting to say it; she looked at Janet a tear falling from her eye, “I had to take the chance, I couldn’t take him coming after me with those knives again,” she replied.
“I wish I had been there,” Janet told her.
“I already told you there was nothing you could have done,” Sam said.
“No…I wish I had been there so I could have killed the bastard,“ growled Janet.
Sam’s face blanked over and she sat up. Janet moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her lover’s shoulders, “What is it?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, he’s dead,” she whispered.
Janet reached a hand up pulling Sam’s head around, she gazed into her eyes as the tears rolled down her lover’s cheeks, “Oh sweetie…no…did you…” she couldn’t finish the sentence as Sam broke from her grasp and jumped up from the floor running out of the room.
Janet sat there to stunned to move.
Author: elfcat255
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: a hard R-language and violence
spoilers: Nope
Warnings: major character whumpage ahead and I mean major...you have been warned
Summary: as usual I pick up from the last chapter..see a pattern to my writing..hmmm
AN: you asked for it and you get it..now I go to figure out how to fix the mess I've gotten myself into..grrr
It was not the pain in her back that caused her to wake…no, it was the shivering of her body that finally roused her. She opened her eyes only to find darkness…cold, damp, darkness. The chains attached to her wrists scraped the ground as she slowly eased up from the stone floor into a sitting position. That little movement reminded her once again of the injury to her back as skin stretched with the movement sending pain streaking across it.
Sam pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, huddling in a ball as she shivered, “What is with me and losing my clothes,” she grumbled, her voice echoing slightly.
After a few minutes of running her hands over her limbs trying to get some warmth into them she rose into a crouch and then slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. Throwing a hand out she hit a wall behind her; it wasn’t smooth like the tunnel which they entered the mountain, this was more rough. She could feel the marks of tools used to hew the rock as she felt along the wall, trying to discover how large the room was. The chains on her wrists pulled her up short before to long and she moved back along the wall until it happened again.
She leaned a shoulder against the wall, “Well I’ve gone and done it again; I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut,” she muttered, and then remembered what would have happened if she hadn’t spoken up; Daniel would be dead. Shaking her head, she wondered what happened to the rest of the team, the last thing she remembered was being dragged away from the guys, with them trying to get to her only to be beaten by the guards.
“I hope they’re in a better position than I am, “ she said softly, pulling on the chains.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she made out the faint outline of a door; light was barely squeezing through the crack under it. She walked towards it but the chains pulled her up again maybe four feet from it, it was hard to judge in the darkness.
She started pacing back and forth as much as the chains allowed, trying to warm up. They whole time she paced her thoughts whirled around her brain. She began speaking those thoughts just to hear something other than the chains clinking and scraping along the floor.
“This is not good and I have feeling it’s going to get worse; some how I need to get out of here,” she grumbled pulling on the chains again, but there was no give in them. From the positioning, it seemed as if the chain was suspended, raising the chains Sam discovered they were level with her shoulders when pulled tight.
“Oh…that is not a good sign; but then waking up without clothes and being chained is never good either Sam,” she said to herself.
She continued to pace muttering to herself; suddenly she heard a noise. It sounded like gears moving, the chains binding her wrists began to move. She fought against the movement but to no avail, she could not stop it and her arms slowly pulled up until she stood stretched between the shortened chains. As she stood waiting, she heard the faint sound of footsteps. The sound of a key being placed in a lock and turning was the next noise she heard then the door opened; Jarvis entered carrying a lantern.
He hung it on hook in the wall and walked towards her, a twisted smile on his scarred face, “Ahh…pretty one; we get to spend some time together now,” he commented.
“Like I had a choice,” she replied unable to keep back the retort.
He stepped closer to her, reaching up he grasped her chin in his hand, “We have things to discuss pretty one; don’t make me cut out your tongue just yet,” he remarked, squeezing.
He let loose and turned to walk away venturing just outside the door. Sam worked her jaw around and opened her mouth to speak but stopped as Jarvis turned back; he carried a low table in his hands, upon it Sam could see several bladed weapons.
‘Oh shit…this can’t be happening to me,’ she thought.
He picked up a curved dagger, the light from the lamp glinted from its silver surface as he waved it slowly back and forth, “Now tell me…where do you and your companions hail from?”
Sam remained silent, refusing to answer. Jarvis stepped closer, running the tip of the blade along her outstretched arm until he reached her neck; he pressed the edge to her throat, “When you first spoke up to save the scholar I knew you would be a challenge, such defiance…such spirit, I could see it in your eyes,” he said coldly increasing the pressure.
Sam could feel the edge biting into her skin but she just glared at him and then spoke, “If you think threatening me with a dagger will make me tell you anything then you’ll be sorely disappointed.”
“I don’t plan on threatening you; I plan to use it pretty one,” he commented, moving the dagger away from her throat to run it back along her arm; just before he lifted the blade it sliced into her skin, leaving a shallow cut.
Sam gasped, flinching as the blade bit into her arm; Jarvis gave her an evil grin, “See.”
“All you have to do is answer my questions; now…where are you from?” he asked once more.
Sam refused to speak, only stood taller glaring at him; this earned her another cut. She made no sound or movement as the blade sliced this time. He asked again and the same thing happened; she refused to answer, earning her another cut.
‘Be strong Sam,’ her inner voice said, ‘maybe if he sees this won’t work he’ll stop.’
However, it did not stop him; in fact, it only made Jarvis more persistent with his questions. He repeatedly asked her where they were from, along with questions about their weapons and if she knew how to make the stone ring come alive. She stayed quiet the entire time, each unanswered questions earned her another slice from the dagger. She could feel the blood trailing from the cuts on her arms but she would not give him the satisfaction of having her react to the slow torture.
He moved away from her to place the dagger on the table, picking up another one, “Perhaps if I concentrated on more sensitive areas you would speak?” he mused, returning to her and running the new blade across her upper body then down, letting the tip trace over her left breast.
Sam could not help but draw in a quick breath as the blade ran over her nipple, this caused Jarvis to smile, his eyes glinting in the lamplight. That was when she realized this was not about questions and answers. The man was getting a thrill from causing her to react to the pain.
This only made her concentrate harder on controlling herself, ‘There is no way I’m giving this twisted bastard a way to get his jollies,’ she thought.
The blade cut into her chest just above her breast, she made no sound. Three more slices and still she refused to utter anything. From the look on Jarvis’s face Sam could tell she was beginning to piss him off. The questions stopped but the cutting continued until she could feel the blood running. The man left slices all over the front of her body from her chest to her knees.
Jarvis was breathing heavily as he placed the knife down and picked up a fresh one, “Ahh pretty one, you’re not looking so pretty now, but still the spirit holds,” he said ducking under the chain to stand behind her.
‘Oh fuck,’ Sam thought when she realized what was about to occur.
The blade bit into her already raw back and she couldn’t help but take a step forward, ‘No…no…’ her inner voice screamed.
Another slice and she hissed at the fiery pain, Sam heard the man chuckle as he cut her again; she bit into her lip trying to keep from screaming as he continued to slice the already inflamed tissue of her back. A slice across one of the deep whip marks finally made her cry out in pain.
“You fucking bastard!” she yelled.
This only made him move faster as he continued making cuts; her back was on fire, her knees began to buckle as she tried to withstand the pain but she couldn’t take it any more; blood ran down her chin from where she bit into her lip and she started to sag against the chains.
He stopped, moving back around to stand before her. Sam’s head hung low as she sagged against the chains; Jarvis placed the tip of the bloody blade under her chin, pulling upwards forcing her to raise her head or risk it cutting into the flesh. Sam glared at him her eyes full of hate.
“I think that is enough for tonight pretty one; we shall continue this later,” he said an evil smile on his scarred face.
Picking up the table, he walked out of the room, shutting the door. Sam heard the key turn, locking it. The sound of gears turning began again and she slumped forward as the chains loosened, landing in a heap on the cold stone floor. She lay still for a moment and then her body began shaking as sobs tore from her throat, filling the chamber with her pain-filled cries.
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“I passed out after that, “ Sam said softly and then grew quiet.
The living room was dark now except for the light spilling into the room from the hallway. Sam still lay with her head on Janet’s lap; looking up she could see the tears glistening in the faint light as they rolled down her lover’s cheeks.
“Oh Sam…,” the doctor whispered her voice cracking with emotion.
Sam sat up quickly, moving up to sit next to Janet, she wrapped her arms around the doctor and cradled her against her chest as her lover’s silent tears turned to sobs as she lay in Sam’s arms.
Sam slowly rocked back and forth, “Shhh…it’s okay, I’m safe…I’m home,” she said softly rubbing Janet’s back with her hands; she kissed the top of her head and continued to whisper assurances to her lover as she held her tight.
Janet’s sobs slowly trailed off and she grew silent, lying in her love’s arms, “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what? There was nothing you could’ve done, even if you were there,” Sam replied to the apology.
“No…I’m sorry for falling apart on you Sam; I told myself today I had to be strong for you, to be there because you needed me,” Janet said her voice muffled by Sam’s chest as she burrowed against it.
“Here I was worrying about re-living the whole thing and it’s you that’s taking it hard,” she said stroking Janet’s hair, “silly woman, how do you think I kept quiet through all he did to me? I kept imagining you standing there looking at me with those big brown eyes and telling me to stay strong; that I could handle anything he did to me,” Sam told her.
Janet sat up, looking into Sam’s eyes, “Really?”
“Yes…really,” Sam said nodding, reaching up to wipe away the wet marks from her lovers’ face.
Janet ran her hands under Sam’s t-shirt, feeling the bump on her ribs, “How did this happen?”
“Do you really want to know?” Sam asked her softly.
“Yes…no secrets right; tell me everything,” replied Janet as she leant back into the pillows once more.
Sam fluffed up a pillow and leaned back against the couch her head resting on Janet’s shoulder; Janet grasped her hand and she took a deep breath, letting it out she began her tale once more.
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She slowly came to, groaning she tried to rise up but her body would not co-operate, having grown stiff from lying on the cold floor. For how long she could not tell; she remembered him leaving the lamp but it had now gone out, leaving her in darkness once more.
“Alright Sam…you can do this…sit up!” she told herself.
Fighting against the pain in her back she sat up, feeling the stickiness on the floor around her, “My blood,” she whispered, “if he meant to kill me he would have kept going.”
She tried to stand, making it to a crouch before a wave of dizziness swept over her; losing her balance she fell back hitting the wall, “Fuck!” she yelled out as her back connected with the rough stone. She groaned as she rolled to the side, letting her shoulder rest against the wall.
“Okay…trying to stand was a really bad idea Sam,” she muttered.
She knew the dizziness was more than likely caused by blood loss and her not having eaten in who knows how many days, sighing she spoke, “If I get through this I swear I will never skip another meal…ever.”
Her inner voice chimed in, ‘What do you mean if?’
She shook her head, “Alright…now I know I lost too much blood that sounded like Janet.”
Giggling she closed her eyes mumbling to herself, “Why shouldn’t my inner voice sound like her? If I hadn’t imagined her standing there, I don’t think I could have lasted as long as I did. I will not let that bastard break me; I want to go home. Janet needs me.”
‘That’s my girl…you can do it, I know you will come home…you promised remember?’ the voice in her head said.
“Yes m’am…I’m going to come home,” she mumbled her breathing growing slow as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness again.
The next time she awoke, it was to the sound of the gears grinding as her chains began to pull tight. Sam groaned as the chains forced her to rise with them, she sagged against the chains, her shoulders protesting until she could get her feet under her finally. Standing arms outstretched she waited for Jarvis to appear.
Before long the door unlocked and opened, he carried a new lantern with him and replaced the extinguished one. Walking over to where she stood Jarvis let his gaze travel over her body, “You still live pretty one,” he remarked.
Sam gritted her teeth, she was really getting annoyed with that term, “I have a name,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
“No you do not. You are my slave; slaves do not have names,” snarled Jarvis, striking her across the face.
Sam’s head snapped sideways and she took a step back, turning her head back towards him she spat blood onto the floor from the cut he reopened with the blow.
“Where’s your knife big man?” she taunted.
He snarled again, striking her across the other side of her face. Her head snapped with the blow again and she turned it back slowly, glaring at him.
“I will not let you break me; you’re just sick little man who gets his pleasure from beating up women,” she growled.
Jarvis’s face twisted in rage as he stepped forward, punching her in the side. The blow caused her to stumble back but she regained her footing to stand tall again.
“I’ve been hit by stronger things than you and survived,” she remarked, taunting him again, “you can’t stand the fact that I’m standing up you to can you?”
That earned another blow to the ribs and she felt something give but continued to stand tall, the defiant look never leaving her face. Jarvis growled in frustration, his hands clenched into fists.
“Come on…hit me again, show me what a big man you are,” she said a smile on her face.
He answered the challenge, striking her in the face with a closed fist; she did not let it faze her as she taunted him again, never backing down. He started to duck under the chain to move behind her and she stuck a leg out catching his foot; he went crashing into the wall face first as she tripped him.
Jarvis picked himself up, holding a hand to his bleeding nose. He gave her an odd look but said nothing as he grabbed the lantern and walked out, slamming the door and locking it. The chains loosened as the gears turned and she slumped to kneel on the floor.
“Oh God that was so stupid,” she groaned out, “but it worked.”
She wiped the blood dripping from her nose away with the back of her hand and felt her teeth with her tongue; a couple of them were loose now. Running her hand along her left side, she felt the give in her ribs.
“Well a few loose teeth and some cracked ribs seem like a small price to pay to prove a point Sam,” she said to herself.
She had a feeling if she stood up to Jarvis he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Some abusers found no thrill from their attacks when the victim fought back. She knew if he really found pleasure in actually causing her pain he would have continued, this just proved that begging and cries of pain were what he sought. Not defiance from his victims and she was sure there had been many; why else have this chamber.
‘It was still stupid Sam,’ the inner voice said.
"Sorry Janet…had to do it; may have been just the thing to get me out of here. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to pass out now,” she said to the voice and then slumped over to lie on her side.
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“The next time I woke up Daniel was there,” said Sam, ending her story.
“Do you realize what could have happened if you had been wrong?” asked Janet softly.
Sam nodded, not wanting to say it; she looked at Janet a tear falling from her eye, “I had to take the chance, I couldn’t take him coming after me with those knives again,” she replied.
“I wish I had been there,” Janet told her.
“I already told you there was nothing you could have done,” Sam said.
“No…I wish I had been there so I could have killed the bastard,“ growled Janet.
Sam’s face blanked over and she sat up. Janet moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her lover’s shoulders, “What is it?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, he’s dead,” she whispered.
Janet reached a hand up pulling Sam’s head around, she gazed into her eyes as the tears rolled down her lover’s cheeks, “Oh sweetie…no…did you…” she couldn’t finish the sentence as Sam broke from her grasp and jumped up from the floor running out of the room.
Janet sat there to stunned to move.
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