Silenced Screams

Chapter Eleven







With no real reason to put it off, the trap was set for tonight, much as Jack hated it. He had tried every stalling tactic he could think of, none worked. He wanted to catch this SOB as soon as possible. He hated the thought that Sam wasn't safe, or that this sicko might be able to get to her even with everyone's best efforts. But, he hated it even more putting Sam in even more danger by dangling her out there like a carrot for this guy to grab.







He had checked and rechecked, coordinated and re-coordinated. He had done everything humanly possible to ensure Sam was in as little danger as possible for this little song and dance. He had worried and worried himself so much so that he had started to feel paranoid. That sick feeling like he was being watched had returned. And really why shouldn't he feel watched. If everyone was doing their jobs correctly he was being watched. Each of the seven of them kept in visual contact with at least one other person.







Hammond had given his okay on his plan to use Dix's team to help in trying to catch this sicko. So along with the three members of SG-1, Dix's team, SG-3 were also in place. To be honest he had also wanted to use SG-13 as one more set of eyes and ears for this mission, but they were off-world at the

moment. As odd and crazy as they all were, he had to acknowledge they were second to none when it came to blending and wrecking havoc when such tactics were needed. But they would have to make due with just the seven of them. It would work, it had to work.







Beside he didn't think the guy would be stupid enough to try to get to her on the first night. From everything that had happened so far this guy was no fool. If he weren't the 'bad guy' he'd probably be trying to recruit him into 'Black-Ops'. He could show everyone a thing or two about stealth-recon. But all of his skills aside, he'd met his match now that Jack had set his mind to his capture. And when he finally got his hands on him there was no guarantee he'd even live long enough to regret the things he'd done to Carter. He had a lot of questions for this guy, like 'why Carter?' She couldn't have done anything to him to justify this obsession and hatred, but he was sure the only question he might actually ask was 'how slow do you want to die?'. For die he would, he had no doubt. It didn't bother him that he'd already decided that. No arrest. No trail. No verdict. He'd be all three...judge, jury and executioner all rolled into one. No one and nothing could be allowed to harm Sam the way she'd been abused. Whoever he was, he'd signed his own death warrant the moment he'd touched Sam. Now it was only left to see just how soon he could carry out his justice.







His mind started to wander back over last night. Finally, after eight years of loving her from afar...of dreams and fantasies and early morning jerk offs he'd had all those dreams come true. She was even more beautiful in the flesh than she had been in his fantasies. And as sick as it sounded and made

him feel, he at least owed the sicko bastard that much. Not sure if they would've ever taken that next step. But now that they had there'd be no going back. They had talked way into the night...morning actually. Talked more than he'd ever talked. So many things that had been left unsaid all those years. They'd said them...finally. Decisions that had before seemed impossible to make, coming easy. Things between them had changed...changed for the better, everything was new, and fresh and just beginning...or it would just as soon as this sicko could be caught and dealt with.







Two cars had followed her from the base, alternating in following her through her predetermined route home. Switching out, handing off from one to the other just in case she was being watched. The others already in position watching her house even before she arrived. They weren't taking any chances. If this guy was gonna make his move tonight they were gonna be ready for him. They had watched as she arrived nearly and hour and a half ago. The two cars tailing her had continued on and parked well away from the target zone and made their way to their prearranged locations after a careful drive through of her neighborhood. Now everyone and everything was in place, all waiting and watching for their predetermined signal that all was still well. Not wanting to take any chance of spooking their target with anything out of the ordinary, just in case he was watching the place, all signals had been prearranged. Turning lights on and off in a specific order would be their only form of communication. From the outside, to the casual observer, everything would appear normal...like she was going about her average evening. But each light and time told a different story, and any signal missed would bring everyone running. It wasn't a prefect plan but it did seem to provide the protection and security needed while making it appear she was alone and very vulnerable to another attack. No one was surprised when they passed the two hour mark and all was still well.







Sam had immediately gone in and flipped on her front hall light then on through her house and flipped on her back guest room light within fives minutes. She'd had time to recon her whole house and declare it 'safe'. She soon followed at the fifteen minute mark with a light in both her bedroom and bath, while the first two were turned off. At the next fifteen minute mark her kitchen light came on along with her dining room light as the previous two lights were extinguished and so the evening went. And every signal of 'all clear' appeared to the casual observer as normal movement throughout her house. And the teams fell into comfortable positions to wait. The anxiety level rising as each deadline approached then breathing a sigh of relief as the signal finally came on letting everyone know 'all was well'.







If only they had known just how wrong they were. He had been waiting for her when she entered her house. Before her hand could connect with the first light switch, she had only had a split second to register that she was not alone before the hand came around and covered her mouth, holding her to his chest while she struggled unsuccessfully to free herself. Her last thought, that his other hand had eased it's iron grip long enough to flip the front hall light on.







When she came to she'd been secured in one of her dinning room chairs. She had no way of knowing how long she had been out. Head jerking up, she quickly searched the dark room trying in vain to locate her kidnapper. She could feel her anxiety level rising as she tried to free herself. She had been so focused on controlling her emotions, she hadn't noticed until now that he had again undressed her. She sit in the middle of her den, duct tape held each of her ankles securely to each front leg of the straight chair. Her wrist were duct taped together and pulled painfully tight behind the back of her chair.







But she wasn't gonna show her panic. In the field, on a mission, showing any kinda weakness got you killed. She was on a mission and she would do her part to see it through, to carry her own weight. She hadn't made it to 'Major' by falling apart at the first signs of trouble. 'Signs' her mind locked on to that one word, that one thought. She was not alone, her team was right outside. They would back her up. 'Sign'...'signal'...that's all that was required to bring all of them to her rescue...to catch whoever this person was. It wouldn't be long. They would be there any minute now...she hadn't been given enough time to make her first 'all clear' signal, so they'd be there any minute now. As she continued to try to control and hide just how nervous and scared she really was she heard the faint footsteps of her abductor coming from the direction of her bedroom and bath. Her fear kicked up a notch when the evident before her eyes began to add up, and it wasn't an answer she was happy to be getting. It had to have been longer than five minutes. She had to have missed her first check-in with the 'all clear'. So why weren't they already here? No way had he knocked her out, stripped her and duct-taped her to a chair and disappeared all in less than five minutes. And now she was starting to get that sick feeling that maybe her abductor was even smarter than any of them had giving him credit for.







"Major Carter, how kind of you to finally join us." Said the voice and Sam felt a chill run down her spine and freeze every muscle and cell in her body. She couldn't speak, she couldn't breath, she couldn't blink. Everything froze as her mind screamed, a bloodcurdling scream as it recognized the voice which would be featured in her nightmares until the day she died. That same tinny voice that had tormented her during her captivity with promises of all the torture to come. And here it was in her living room making those same promises again. And at that moment she felt sure he could carry out each and every threat he was making. Tied as she was to her chair with duct tape covering her mouth she had complete faith in his ability to carry out everything he said and there was nothing she or anyone would be able to do to prevent it. With so much help so close by, so willing, she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that her life was completely in his hands.







He had moved fully into the room with her, she could tell by the sound of his voice. She was following his movement around the room, always remaining in the shadows preventing her from ever getting a look at him. Reinforcing the point that she was completely helpless and he had all the power.







"Major Carter it's been so long. I hope you enjoyed our time apart. I hope it gave you a chance to think over everything we've had together. Did you really think it would be that easy to get away from me? That for even one minute you weren't still under my control?" He barked a bitter laugh at the very thought as he moved to stand behind her. So close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Carefully he brought one then the other hand to rest just above her shoulder. Holding her in suspense of his touch. Controlling when she would be allowed her next breath, as she held on, eyes screwed tightly shut in anticipation of the contact.







"Did you really think your little juvenile plan would actually work on me?" He asked as one hand lightly tapped her left shoulder. "So many people just outside the door. So close Major Carter, so close, but of no use to you now. I told you, you've been left behind Major Carter. There is no one to help you, you're on your own. There's no one to save you. You will never be safe."







He continued to talk and taunt her, tapping her shoulders, then moving off and circling the room in complete silence. Leaving her to be surprised when he spoke again from a different location than she had expected.







"Oh I will give you this much, Major, your plan was excellent. A stroke of pure genius, the light signals. But ultimately doomed to failure. Do you know why? It was based on the belief that you have been free since last we met. And we both know, you haven't. You'll never be free again. You will never have any more control than I allow. Oh yes, I could see you have been wandering when they would arrive. When they would miss a signal and realize you were in trouble and come busting in to save you."







And she watched helplessly knowing there would be no help for her from that avenue. She felt all her hope drain out of her with that knowledge. Her head fell forward with the acceptance of her fate, and before she could register his location again she felt the pin prick of the needle in her neck as he

emptied the contents of the syringe into her system. It wasn't long before she felt the old familiar haze descend over her as her mind clouded from it's effects. And just as fast another needle on the other side emptied it's load.







He continued to talk much as he had during her previous captivity and it became harder and harder for her mind to follow most of what he was saying. And at several points it no longer even sounded like English as her mind floated in it's haze.







Sam could hear him as he continued to talk, same as before, telling her all the things he would do to her. Telling her over and over again, that she had been left behind and that these were the things they did to those left behind. That it wasn't personal, just something to pass the time. Something to amuse themselves with and break up the monotony of the long days and nights. Telling her over and over again, that no one cared, that she'd been left and no one would ever come for her.







He continued to move around the house, turning lights on and off signaling the all clear to the teams waiting outside to protect her at the first sign of trouble. Trouble she was already in, help she already needed. Help that would never come. He watched as the drug pulled her further and further under it's spell. A spell that would have her doing anything he told her. A spell that put him in complete control of her body and mind. And she was succumbing even faster than last time.







Soon, soon he would able to exact his just due from her and dump her back in the alley for them to find. He controlled her and he would teach them all who was really in charge, in control. He watched as he returned from his last signal as her head fell forward and all the tension drained from her body and knew that his time had come.







Lifting her face and slapping it several time he watched and studied her as her eyes fought to focus and finally lost the battle and rolled back in her head.







It was time. Time to move on to the next stage. Cutting the tape that bound her ankles to her chair, he freed both legs and stood back to see what her reaction would be. Nothing. She continued to float in her drug induced haze as he slowly moved in behind her to cut the tape binding her wrist. He began talking as he worked.







"You have been left behind Major Carter. No one will ever return to save you. You are our plaything now. You will provide us with many hours of entertainment. You will do as you are told, when you are told Major Carter, because the price of disobedience is torture. Torture the likes of which you have never experienced. You will stand Major Carter. Do you understand me? You will stand and do as you are told."







And as soon as he gave the orders her body was in motion. Following every command he gave. She followed as he lead her down her dark hall and into her bedroom. She followed his command as he ordered her onto her bed.





And she waited as he crawled into bed after her.









To Be Continued



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