The Lesson - Part 1 of 'An Education'
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Each silent drop forming slowly from the lowest point. Accumulating liquid
protruding into a single round shining globule, enlarging until the gravity of the planet
ripped it from its tenuous grip on his skin, causing it to plummet silently, a soft splash
the only sound as it met the expanding pool beneath.
A pool of blood.
It welled around his knees, the joints bruised and bolted to the floor, his arms
outstretched and hanging from the ceiling.
He knelt in forced subservience, his breath shallow, his skin white. There was not
much time left.
But he could not give in.
Not even for her.
"You should know you are wasting your time. She, of all people, would know that."
His voice had been reduced to a whisper.
Eyes flashed in the dark, a body moved in the shadows.
"She knows you very well, Colonel. Very well." The familiar echo in the voice
chilled him, and he swallowed before running his tongue across parched lips.
She did. He knew it.
But he also knew she would not want him to give in. She would never give up
without a fight, and neither would he. He glared into the shadows. "You'll get
nothing from me."
The Goa'uld approached, a small, elegant knife glinting in the dull light, its hilt
wrapped by skin encased in a hand device. Metal clinked against metal, echoing
The cold steel of the blade trailed down the centre of his bare chest, snagging hair as it
went, slipping on both sweat and blood.
The knife bit down, piercing skin.
He swallowed the moan, but could not hide the gasp.
Hot breath brushed his lips. "Who said I wanted anything from you."
His eyes caught those of the creature in front of him, his heart suddenly realising the
reason for his presence here. He resisted the urge to spit in the eyes of the damned
animal, knowing it would not be it who suffered.
"This is simply a lesson, Colonel. A lesson in futility. A lesson she desperately needs
The knife was raised again, and Jack steeled himself, his body trembling in
anticipation regardless of his attempts to still it.
The Goa'uld looked down at him through Janet's eyes....and smiled.
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