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Sorry for the long delay. Hope there's still someone out there interested. Please read and review. You thoughts would be greatly appreciated. Zhaan

Chapter Twelve

She fought the drugs, tried to stay focus, look for any chance. Bound and gagged to a chair she knew she had none, she was totally at his mercy. And she already knew he had no mercy. She knew that first hand. But she also knew that to truly torture her and rape her, as he had repeatedly promised all evening, he would have to free her. And with that thought she had hope. Hope that when he finally freed her she'd still have enough of her own willpower left to be able to fight his commands and signal the others.

Whomever her attacker was, he was no slouch. Even given that he had drugged her and that she could barely walk without assistants, he was still taking no chances. 'Never under estimate your enemy', holding his knife pressed tight to her jugular they passed her last hope of sending a 'cry for help'...the light switch in the hall. He ordered her onto the bed and stood well out of her striking range, just in case she attempted to launch a last minute attack. Fearing that her last hope had passed she slowly crawled to the center of her bed, following his command, feeling her own control slip further away. Faking the extent of the drug's power would only work for so long before it really would have total power over her. Pulling every bit of her strength and resolve together she waits for the perfect time.

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Without light he was left mostly to feel, as he slowly crawled in between her legs. He continued to talk to her as he made his way. 'You are the garbage they left behind. I am in complete control. You are not worthy of my attention. You are only here to entertain me...just something to relieve my boredom for awhile, nothing more.'

She'd told them she didn't remember much of what he'd done to her...that was a lie. She remembered every minute of it. All the pain he seemed to so enjoy inflicting on her...both physically and mentally. This time she knew it would be worst. Somehow she knew. Knew he would leave her body and mind broken. She would not recover this time. You could feel the hate and malice he felt toward her. But why? She still couldn't place him. Had no idea who he was. Try as she may, she still hadn't been able to get a good look at him. Only silhouettes and shadows as he moved around her. Nothing about him seemed familiar. He was not someone she remembered from her military life. And it had to be military. Why else his obsession with 'being left behind'. Her mind continued to wander until she was snapped back by the strange sounds he was making. It had to be the drugs because she remembered those same sounds from before. She fought hard to focus hoping and praying for some flaw or weakness that would give her a chance to signal for help.

At times, he seemed to be talking to himself, rambling on about things she didn't understand. And at other times he would be scolding her for underestimating his abilities. For daring to believe they could best him. He seem to enjoy describing in great detail everything he had planned for her this evening and all the others that were sure to follow, when ever he wished. He had gone on all evening telling her how disappointed he was in her. Seeming to enjoy revealing all his plans and secrets because her knowledge of them could not hurt him. She would be powerless to prevent him carrying them out. So he told her everything.

�I'm disappointed in you Major Carter. Did you really think it would be so easy to capture me? If so, you are not the genius everyone says you are. It was amusing to listen in while you planned and schemed ways to catch me. Oh yes, Major I did say 'listen'. I can see even with your brilliant mind, you never thought to wander how it was, with a constant companion they never intercepted any of my calls. That's it Major. Your Colonel was correct, you can almost hear the wheels spinning in your head. I've heard everything...and I agree with you, this plan was almost perfect. The trick with the lights...pure genius in it's simplicity.� He continued to ramble on as she fought the daze clouding her mind.

�Why would I ever be suspicious of something as casual as a light going on or off? I wouldn't...but your plan lacked one thing Major. 'Drama'. How boring. Imagine, telling the story over and over of 'the capture of the great villain 'John Doe Rapist''...I think your nice doctor called me...if all you had to tell was 'I turned on a light and everyone came to my rescue.' I promise my version is much more entertaining. Don't you agree? I mean, think about it, really. 'I came home and he was waiting for me already. He terrorized me for hours while everyone froze to death just outside. Then he tortured and raped me and dumped me back in the same spot as last, all right under their noises. And he promised he would do it over and over again when ever he wanted, because no one would be able to stop him.' And why? Because he was in total control and he wanted everyone to know it. That's right Major, I'm in control and you'll never know another minute of peace for the rest of your life. Your life will forever be measured as 'life before I was left behind' and 'after'. And it will be a very long life I can promise you. I will make...�

That was it. All that Sam could take. She would not be the victim anymore. She would fight to her death, but she would not go out as 'the victim'. She was stronger than that and she would prove it. The wind was knocked out of him, he was momentarily caught off guard. Everything tilted then flipped upside down before he recovered enough to put things back on track. But that one moment had cost him all his carefully laid out plans for the night.

She had more fight left in her than he thought possible, given the increased dosage he'd given her earlier to speed this evening along. He had almost been afraid it was lethal, but he didn't have a choice, he was working against the clock tonight and his audience was only a few feet away. He had to be sure he could control her every move and thought.

'She was strong and she was fighting. Didn't she understand yet...prisoners weren't allowed to show spirit. She would have to be punished...made to suffer for her defiance.' Wrestling with her, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, she had almost made it. Just another fraction and she'd have reached the lamp. Not taking the chance of a repeat performance he angrily ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room hearing it shatter into a million pieces. But that was, at best, a temporary solution. Her next goal would be the other side of the bed and the remaining nightstand lamp.

'Her body should not be this strong. She should not have the will power or mental abilities to fight after all the drugs pumped into her.' Escaping the bed and fighting to reach her next closest light switch, he'd only caught her at the last possible second, dragging her body down along with a chair, sweeping the entire assortment of bottles from her dresser top. They fought, each having momentary victories quickly snatched away by the other. But he could feel her body losing the fight with the drugs more and more. But she was a warrior, of that he was now sure, and gender notwithstanding she could more than carry her own weight...even drugged.

Sam didn't simply want to signal for the others and sit back and wait to be saved. She wanted to make him pay for all the things he'd done to her, for all the things he had planned for her. Back to rolling around on the bed, she had again gained the upper hand. Reaching the lamp again she pressed the small switch on the base with the last of her reserve. All of her hopes going into that last desperate move. And just as suddenly...her hopes disappeared. She had nothing left to fight with, she had tried...she had failed. With the last of her will gone she was powerless to fight any thing he wanted to do to her. The drugs finally washed over her, drowning her in their effects. The fear, anxiety and paranoia consumed her. She retreated deeper and deeper into herself fighting a different type of monster, destroying her from the inside out. Lost in her own world, she could only cover herself to minimize the impact of the blows he rained down on her.

He was so lost in his rage he hadn't even realized...he was fighting her...in the...dark? But he had heard the lamp switch pressed...he had seen the light come on. But now he was in the...dark? Some just spirit knew he fought the 'good fight', agreed with his actions and encouraged him to continue. Gave him that little extra help and support when it was needed. Whatever the reason the light was not on. He was still safe. But it wouldn't last. At the very least he would missed the next signal and that would bring them just as surely as the Major getting her signal off. And so...he ran. Racing through the dark house and out the same door he had entered. He kept to the shadows and the less well lit areas to evade capture for as long as possible. But already he could feel the net closing in on him. Already he knew detection was inevitable. He would be caught and he would be made to suffer.

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They were coming upon Sam's next schedule signal. The evening had been long and very cold. Sitting for the last two and a half hours exposed to the winter night weather had them all but frozen to death. Each and every signal had been made exactly on time. Not one sign of trouble...no suspicious looking characters anywhere within their target zone. No one was surprised...no one had really thought they'd be lucky enough to capture this maniac the first night out. But it had to start some where if they were ever going to capture him. And his repeated calls since the incident left no doubt that Sam was still in danger, therefore capturing this sicko had become everyone's top priority.

The next check-in was approaching, and as with each previous one, the anxiety level began to rise. And then right on schedule the signal was received. It took an extra second to register that the wrong signal had been received. A light had come on, but the wrong one. And just as fast, went out. Clich� as it might be 'If you had blinked...it would have been missed'.

Jumping into action everyone raced toward Sam's house, spreading out to cover all the exits to track anyone trying to escape the area. Jack's appointed destination, the interior of Sam's house, securing it and checking on Sam. As much as the 'man' part of him wanted to rush to her side, the 'soldier' part knew the place had to be searched and secured first. As he and Hailey went through the house checking and clearing each room they could hear the progress the others were making. Someone had spotted a man running a short distance from Carter's house through neighbors back yards, over fences, down alley ways. Secure there was no further danger in her house Jack made his way toward Sam's bedroom.

Even in the near total darkness Jack could see the destruction of her room. Even so, once the light was on he was shocked, it looked like a war zone. Searching frantically, he heard the strangled whimpers Sam wasn't able to swallow as she tried to make herself as small as possible, wedged into the space between her dresser and the wall.

The strong overhead light assaulted her eyes and exposed her to the danger of being discovered. Huddled up in the fetal position with her eyes screwed tightly shut Jack could see her once strong body shaking and trembling in fear. Coming into the room a few seconds later Jack heard the involuntary gasp Hailey released as she took in everything before her. It was obvious there had been a struggle, only the heaviest pieces of furniture still remain righted.

Whatever had happened, Sam had put up quite a fight before she could signal them. Jack's mind played out the different scenarios as he moved closer and closer to her. Trying to talk to her and reassure her that she was safe. His mind continued to catalog everything as he knelt in front of her trying to talk her out of her riding place. Trying to keep his voice calm and soothing he pitched it low and had to pop his fingers a couple of time to draw Hailey out of her daze.

�Hand me a blanket and get Doc over here, fast.� He instructed Hailey once he'd gotten her attention. �Sam, Sam look at me. Can you hear me? Come on Baby, open your eyes, see me. You're gonna be alright. Come on Sam, give me your hand, you're safe now. I won't let anything hurt you. I've got you. Come on, look at me. Every thing's gonna be alright now. I've got ya.� He continued to talk and coach her until she finally allowed him to help her out. Her eyes were glazed over and it was clear she could only focus on his voice and not the face before her. When he'd gotten her far enough out of her small space he wrapped her in her blanket and held her tight as he rocked back and forth with her on the floor.

He attention was split between the drama unfolding in her room and the still active chase. It seem to take forever for Janet to arrive.

�Sir, I don't understand, there hasn't been enough time since her last signal...� Trailing off Hailey inquired, not being able to reconcile all the destruction before her with what she knew to be the facts. She might have 'book smarts' but she was sorely lacking in field experience and it showed up glaringly in situations like these. Only paying the most minimum attention to her conversation he continued to sooth Sam trying to pull her out of the nightmare she had been forced to live again. He answered more as an extension of his own thought process than to correct her.

�That's because he's been here the whole time. He must have been in the house when she arrived.�

Everything was slowly falling into place, things which had been troubling him subconsciously since the beginning were starting to make sense now.

�He's had her bugged this whole time. That explains the chair with the duct tape around the legs...he's had her tied up this whole time. He knew our plan and used it again us. It's the first lesson they teach in 'special forces' and I missed it. Damn. He's been ahead of us every step of the way.�

His voice had taken on a harsh edge as he realized exactly how wrong everyone had been. All the torment Sam had been forced to endure while everyone waited outside. Sam's body was shaking violently and her voice was barely above a whisper as she confirmed his theory.

�He was here when I got here. He knew there were others outside. He said he could get to me anytime he wanted. Was gonna make me pay. He's been here all the time. Knows what we say, knows everything.� Tears freely running down her face as she relived his sick, twisted revenge.

Shh'ing her and smoothing her hair he continued rocking her, trying to calm her fears. The full impact of what Sam must have been through all evening starting to sink in.

Rushing down the dark hall and bursting in, Janet was startled by the state of Sam's room. Going into full 'doctor' mode she took over Sam's care.

Turning her over to Janet's care Jack moved to Hailey's side, still keeping his voice low he ordered her to remain and keep watch over Sam and the doctor while he joined the others. He needed to be sure she was alright...she had to be alright..

�Doc?� Still pitched low he inquired.

�Go Colonel. I've got her. She's gonna be fine. I think she's just in shock, just catch the bastard!� Her voice rising toward the end and frightening Sam into another whimper.

Jack moved outside and met up with Dixon as the others continued to search. Their suspect had been spotted by two of Dixon's men, they had him in sight, they were closing in.

To Be Continued

~~Please take a moment to tell me what you think. Reviews are very much appreicated.~~ Zhaan

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