occhallenge: Writer's Choice: Coercion
Prompt: Writer's Choice: Coercion, Table 2
Rating: PG-13? R? Contains some torture and references to it.
Notes: This is for part of a roleplay plotline that's a crossover with the Stargate universe. Takes place after this. Also see this fic and this log.
Word Count: 1,159
Cross-posted to occhallenge.
Mia slowly came to consciousness. She was first only aware of feeling distinctly lethargic and sluggish. It was dark. When she moved her head slightly, she could feel cloth on her neck. Meant a hood over her head.
She tried to kick her senses into high gear as she realized what was going on. What she couldn't kick into gear, some went on high alert all on their own due to careful practice and training. This wasn't the first time she'd been kidnapped. She knew what to do. She set to learning as much as she could about her surroundings and the situation. And keep calm. And force her brain to think beyond the foggy, drugged feeling. Despite her best efforts, things still seemed stilted and in slow motion.
It was time to take stock of her situation. Her arms and legs were mostly numb and she couldn't move them. Arms were tied behind her. Hard metal chair. Legs were tied together. Her strength was still weak, practically non-existent, and there was no hope of breaking her bonds, at least right now. She wasn't even exactly sure what was being used to tie her up.
No sight, no sound. No particular smells jumping out at her. She took deep breaths. Calmed her heartbeat. Cleared her mind. It was still hard to think. She searched her brain for what had led up to this. And then she remembered.
A door opened. From the sounds of it, she was in a small room. Her head shot up towards the sound in front of her, she couldn't help it.
"She's awake," a gruff voice said.
Mia braced herself and fought against the horrible knot trying to form in her stomach. This could not be good.
Footsteps -- sounded like they were in heavy boots, possibly military issue -- what the kriff? -- came into the room. At least three people were in there with her now. The cloth hood was lifted from her head and Mia fought the urge to take in a deep breath immediately. She was determined to not show any weakness, to not show that she needed anything from them.
She looked up calmly, though with her jaw slightly set, to see herself in a small, non-descript room. There was a man in a suit in front of her, dark hair, also non-descript, with two armed sentries by the door. Paid thugs, by the look of their clothes. Where was she? Couldn't be SGC. Could it? Was this SGC-related or was this related to back home?
She and the man stared at each other for a few moments. She certainly wasn't going to be the first to talk. If he wanted something, he'd have to start. He finally did. "Mia Jesbar, I pr--"
"It's just Mia," she interrupted quickly out of habit, still calm, but it came out weaker than she would've liked. Her tongue felt a bit thick and numb, like she'd eaten cotton.
He paused, eyeing her as if sizing her up again. "As I was saying, Mia, I wanted to thank you for helping us out."
Mia's eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes and face slowly growing more stubborn, but she refused to take the bait. She refused to cooperate.
"Aren't you going to ask?" he said pleasantly, as if they were discussing this over lunch. He also sounded like a smug kriffer.
She merely stared back, tilting her head slightly to one side as she studied his body language. He was definitely used to being in charge and getting his way. Wouldn't this be fun. "No. You brought me here. You can tell me. Obviously it's important, or you wouldn't have drugged and kidnapped me."
The man adjusted his tie casually. "All right. I wanted to thank you for being such an important part of our operation. You're here to finish your work."
Mia opened her mouth to respond, closed it, and her eyes narrowed at him. She shook her head a little to clear the cobwebs. It didn't work very well. "Okay, I'll bite. Who are you and what are you talking about?"
"You were the star pupil of Haviland's Web Contractors last year, as I recall. Lasted right through from your being hired on to the day they finished testing those new security protocols."
So that was what this was all about. "You seem to recall so much when I don't recall you. I didn't catch your name." Her voice wasn't rude, exactly, but it definitely had some attitude. "And if you know all that so well, then why the hell are you wasting my time telling me about it?"
"I'd like to know if you remember any of the work you did there. You're going to be doing some of that for us."
"Even if I remembered it, I wouldn't tell you, and I'm not helping you." Her tongue still felt thick. She shifted slightly, straining against her bonds again, but it was useless.
"Are you sure I can't change your mind? Give you an incentive, perhaps?"
"Oh gee, since you asked so nicely and went to all this trouble to kidnap me and tie me up and everything," she said with the driest sarcasm available, "How about... no." She would've said 'over her dead body' but in her experience, bad guys sometimes actually took you up on that.
He reached out to grab her tightly by the jaw, their eyes locking in a silent, stubborn battle. "This doesn't have to get nasty." His voice was already nasty.
"Then let me go." There was a split second before she suddenly turned her head and bit his hand, hard. He howled with pain and anger before ripping his hand away and striking her with it. Her head flew to the side.
Slowly, she turned her head back around to look up at him, her eyes dark with anger and adrenaline. "Is that all?" she mocked.
He struck her again, hard enough this time that she saw stars and actually tasted blood. She nodded a little as if impressed, as she turned back to face him again. Her tongue ran alongside the cut on her lip where his ring had struck her. "That's better. Now, who taught you how to hit women so good?"
Oh, he looked quite angry now. If biting his hand hadn't done it, mocking him really did it.
"You give me no other choice," he snapped as he took some sort of metal device out of his pocket. It wrapped around his hand and there were little fingertip covers for each finger. A circular part of it with a red stone rested in the center of his palm. It was definitely alien, but she'd never seen it before. He placed his hand a foot or so in front of her face and a strange light erupted from the stone. It was all she knew before pain enveloped her entire body.
Rating: PG-13? R? Contains some torture and references to it.
Notes: This is for part of a roleplay plotline that's a crossover with the Stargate universe. Takes place after this. Also see this fic and this log.
Word Count: 1,159
Cross-posted to occhallenge.
Mia slowly came to consciousness. She was first only aware of feeling distinctly lethargic and sluggish. It was dark. When she moved her head slightly, she could feel cloth on her neck. Meant a hood over her head.
She tried to kick her senses into high gear as she realized what was going on. What she couldn't kick into gear, some went on high alert all on their own due to careful practice and training. This wasn't the first time she'd been kidnapped. She knew what to do. She set to learning as much as she could about her surroundings and the situation. And keep calm. And force her brain to think beyond the foggy, drugged feeling. Despite her best efforts, things still seemed stilted and in slow motion.
It was time to take stock of her situation. Her arms and legs were mostly numb and she couldn't move them. Arms were tied behind her. Hard metal chair. Legs were tied together. Her strength was still weak, practically non-existent, and there was no hope of breaking her bonds, at least right now. She wasn't even exactly sure what was being used to tie her up.
No sight, no sound. No particular smells jumping out at her. She took deep breaths. Calmed her heartbeat. Cleared her mind. It was still hard to think. She searched her brain for what had led up to this. And then she remembered.
A door opened. From the sounds of it, she was in a small room. Her head shot up towards the sound in front of her, she couldn't help it.
"She's awake," a gruff voice said.
Mia braced herself and fought against the horrible knot trying to form in her stomach. This could not be good.
Footsteps -- sounded like they were in heavy boots, possibly military issue -- what the kriff? -- came into the room. At least three people were in there with her now. The cloth hood was lifted from her head and Mia fought the urge to take in a deep breath immediately. She was determined to not show any weakness, to not show that she needed anything from them.
She looked up calmly, though with her jaw slightly set, to see herself in a small, non-descript room. There was a man in a suit in front of her, dark hair, also non-descript, with two armed sentries by the door. Paid thugs, by the look of their clothes. Where was she? Couldn't be SGC. Could it? Was this SGC-related or was this related to back home?
She and the man stared at each other for a few moments. She certainly wasn't going to be the first to talk. If he wanted something, he'd have to start. He finally did. "Mia Jesbar, I pr--"
"It's just Mia," she interrupted quickly out of habit, still calm, but it came out weaker than she would've liked. Her tongue felt a bit thick and numb, like she'd eaten cotton.
He paused, eyeing her as if sizing her up again. "As I was saying, Mia, I wanted to thank you for helping us out."
Mia's eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes and face slowly growing more stubborn, but she refused to take the bait. She refused to cooperate.
"Aren't you going to ask?" he said pleasantly, as if they were discussing this over lunch. He also sounded like a smug kriffer.
She merely stared back, tilting her head slightly to one side as she studied his body language. He was definitely used to being in charge and getting his way. Wouldn't this be fun. "No. You brought me here. You can tell me. Obviously it's important, or you wouldn't have drugged and kidnapped me."
The man adjusted his tie casually. "All right. I wanted to thank you for being such an important part of our operation. You're here to finish your work."
Mia opened her mouth to respond, closed it, and her eyes narrowed at him. She shook her head a little to clear the cobwebs. It didn't work very well. "Okay, I'll bite. Who are you and what are you talking about?"
"You were the star pupil of Haviland's Web Contractors last year, as I recall. Lasted right through from your being hired on to the day they finished testing those new security protocols."
So that was what this was all about. "You seem to recall so much when I don't recall you. I didn't catch your name." Her voice wasn't rude, exactly, but it definitely had some attitude. "And if you know all that so well, then why the hell are you wasting my time telling me about it?"
"I'd like to know if you remember any of the work you did there. You're going to be doing some of that for us."
"Even if I remembered it, I wouldn't tell you, and I'm not helping you." Her tongue still felt thick. She shifted slightly, straining against her bonds again, but it was useless.
"Are you sure I can't change your mind? Give you an incentive, perhaps?"
"Oh gee, since you asked so nicely and went to all this trouble to kidnap me and tie me up and everything," she said with the driest sarcasm available, "How about... no." She would've said 'over her dead body' but in her experience, bad guys sometimes actually took you up on that.
He reached out to grab her tightly by the jaw, their eyes locking in a silent, stubborn battle. "This doesn't have to get nasty." His voice was already nasty.
"Then let me go." There was a split second before she suddenly turned her head and bit his hand, hard. He howled with pain and anger before ripping his hand away and striking her with it. Her head flew to the side.
Slowly, she turned her head back around to look up at him, her eyes dark with anger and adrenaline. "Is that all?" she mocked.
He struck her again, hard enough this time that she saw stars and actually tasted blood. She nodded a little as if impressed, as she turned back to face him again. Her tongue ran alongside the cut on her lip where his ring had struck her. "That's better. Now, who taught you how to hit women so good?"
Oh, he looked quite angry now. If biting his hand hadn't done it, mocking him really did it.
"You give me no other choice," he snapped as he took some sort of metal device out of his pocket. It wrapped around his hand and there were little fingertip covers for each finger. A circular part of it with a red stone rested in the center of his palm. It was definitely alien, but she'd never seen it before. He placed his hand a foot or so in front of her face and a strange light erupted from the stone. It was all she knew before pain enveloped her entire body.