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Warning: torture
The slave locks the iron cuffs in place around Martouf's wrists and ankles, and rises. "The prisoner is ready for questioning, master."
"Good. Leave us." the Inquisitor orders.
"Yes, master." the slave flees, gratefully.
Martouf looks with concern at the table with an assortment of unpleasant looking torture devices. He glances behind him at the rack that is made so it can swerve, giving access to the front or the back of the prisoner.
~I think I would prefer Goa'uld torture devices.~
~Possibly... probably. These are a good deal cruder, but will no doubt cause much pain and cause injuries that require long time to heal completely. The fact that they do not have sarcophagi - probably - means they will have to be more careful I presume.~
~I am not sure the fact they have no sarcophagus is reassuring...~
"So, warlock, are you ready to confess? If you confess immediately, there will be no need for the excruciating pain of torture. You will just be burned at the stake immediately."
~How does he think that line would make anyone confess?~
~Perhaps because people here now just how bad the torture is?~ Lantash suggests, sounding worried.
"No? Splendid! I do enjoy a challenge!" the inquisitor grins evilly. "Let us see, where to start. So many tempting options...perhaps we should just begin with a simple whipping." He picked up a fairly heavy-looking whip with three ends. "Let me see your back..." he swiveled the rack. "Very nice. Soft skin. This whip will bite well in it!" He laughed uproariously.
Lantash quickly dulled as many of their nerve-receptors as possible, just in time for the first stroke of the whip. Martouf still had to grit his teeth together not to scream out. Encouraged, the inquisitor hit them again and again, until Martouf actually cried out.
"What were you going to do with the child, Tikka? Was she meant to be an offer to the devil?" the Inquisitor demanded. "Answer!" He touches the red-hot poker to Martouf's left side, causing him to scream.
"I helped her. Saved her life!"
"Your eyes glowed! Two women saw this! It is proof you are a demon! Possessed by a demon! A warlock! Do you deny this?"
"The women are lying!"
"How dare you slander the worthy and decent women of this town! Demon!" the Inquisitor screams, pressing the hot poker against Martouf's chest.
The wormhole activates and Sam and Jacob/Selmak rides through on the horses they had purchased at the market. Another horse follows, carrying their luggage.
"The town is in this direction..." Jacob points.
"Yeah, I can see the castle. There's no Goa'uld here?" Sam asks.
Jacob shakes his head. "No, the planet do belong to Sokar, but he has little interest in it. He abandoned it a very long time ago, and some local human warlord is ruling it. It is very much the medieval times here - with all the dangers and superstitions you associate with that."
"Yeah, we've been to another of his worlds, where an Unas showed up to collect hosts from time to time, but otherwise a human ruled them and kept them in order. Very darkly religious place."
"Sounds similar to this." Jacob observes.
They soon reached the town, and Jacob talks to the first person he spots. "I am Lord Jacsel, and this is my daughter Samira. Could you suggest us a suitable place to stay while we are here?"
"Yes, my lord." the woman bows her head to him. "Another 100 feet ahead there is a side street, on your right. Follow that for 50 feet, and you will see a inn named 'the Singing Boar'. It may not be up to your standards, but it is the best place we have."
"Thank you, good woman." Jacob threw her a copper coin and then he and Sam rode on to the inn.
"What do we do now?" Sam asks, when Jacob had let her into his room. They had gotten the two best rooms, located in a small side-building to the inn, which was perfect as they had their own door and could sneak out undetected.
"We go get something to eat - and try to figure out if anyone knows anything about Martouf. Of course, we can't ask like that, but maybe we could inquire if this is a safe place or if there are witches and warlocks. Or something like that."
"Right." Sam frowns. "Let's hurry. I'm really worried about Martouf. It's soon been a whole day since you arrived at Stargate Command, and who knows what they've done to him since! I just hope they haven't killed him already."
"I doubt that. Selmak thinks they want him to confess first."
"They do. From what little I have read of this period, if it really is an inquisitor that's interrogating him, and they think he is a warlock, then they will torture him until he confesses, and then burn him alive. Or maybe drown him. I'm not sure when they do which." Sam looks deeply unhappy.
"We'll save him, Sammie!"
"Since you will not speak, I will give you some time to think about things!" the Inquisitor says, closing the lock of the tight, coffin-like metal cage. He grins, and rubs his erection. "I will go find a slavegirl and amuse myself. I will probably not be back tonight!" He laughs loudly and leaves.
~Tell me that the creepy, unpleasant character did not get aroused from torturing us!~
~I am afraid he did. Most disturbing.~ Lantash frowns. ~I will put you to sleep - as much as that is possible in this uncomfortable position. There is much damage to heal, and I fear little time to do so, meaning I need to concentrate completely on it.~
~Can you take care of the burns under our feet first? They make it hard to stand!~
~I will, and then the burns on our chest and side, and the many wounds on our back from the whip. You need not worry. I can heal it all, without scars.~
~Good. Though I fear that will only seem like proof of my demonic possession to that evil man!~
~Probably, but he will torture us regardless, and then I would rather we are in as good a condition as possible when he does. If he enjoys torturing us - and I mean this in the worst possible way - that means he will prolong it as long as possible, giving Jacob time to rescue us. The inquisitors twisted mind may be our salvation.~
~You may be right.~ Martouf shakes his head. ~As insane as that sounds. We'll just have to find a way to survive until then.~
~Yes. We will endure.~