Buffygate Fic: Buried 48/100
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polgara_5This part is the last torture chapter. Rating has gone up in accordance. If this isn’t your cup of tea, part 49 picks up afterwards and you’ll be able to follow along what happened without having to read the unpleasantness.
Title: Buried 48/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: R
TtH Prompt: #14 Earth
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 295
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: Buffy’s torture continues.
Buried
Buffy closed her eyes and swallowed thickly against the lump in her throat. The Goa’uld must have seen her panic attack and created this torture device for her. This didn’t seem like a normal torture method. Not that she was familiar with torture methods, but still.
She tried not to concentrate on the suffocating mustiness inside the tiny box he had placed her in. If she could just meditate and not think about her predicament, she should be able to get through this.
“Are you willing to talk now?” Came the voice she hated from outside her coffin-like prison.
“I’ve already talked,” she tried to say as calmly as possible. Yet, she could hear a slight tremor in her voice.
“Just tell me what I want to hear and I will end this.”
“Screw you, liar.” It wasn’t one of her best comebacks, but it was all her brain was willing to give her at the moment.
“Very well.”
Buffy could hear his footsteps as he walked away. She only prayed that death would swiftly reach her, even though she knew she would be revived. Hopefully, he’d see that this method was useless and wouldn’t try it again. Anything had to be better than this.
She jumped as she heard something land above her. It happened again and this time she heard stuff slide around. Again it happened.
Horror dawned in her as she realized what was happening. The bastard wasn’t content with just locking her in the box. Now he was burying her alive.
Tears streamed out of her eyes and into her hair as another pile of dirt landed above her. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of calling out in defeat. She was the slayer. She could endure this.
Title: Buried 48/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: R
TtH Prompt: #14 Earth
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 295
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: Buffy’s torture continues.
Buried
Buffy closed her eyes and swallowed thickly against the lump in her throat. The Goa’uld must have seen her panic attack and created this torture device for her. This didn’t seem like a normal torture method. Not that she was familiar with torture methods, but still.
She tried not to concentrate on the suffocating mustiness inside the tiny box he had placed her in. If she could just meditate and not think about her predicament, she should be able to get through this.
“Are you willing to talk now?” Came the voice she hated from outside her coffin-like prison.
“I’ve already talked,” she tried to say as calmly as possible. Yet, she could hear a slight tremor in her voice.
“Just tell me what I want to hear and I will end this.”
“Screw you, liar.” It wasn’t one of her best comebacks, but it was all her brain was willing to give her at the moment.
“Very well.”
Buffy could hear his footsteps as he walked away. She only prayed that death would swiftly reach her, even though she knew she would be revived. Hopefully, he’d see that this method was useless and wouldn’t try it again. Anything had to be better than this.
She jumped as she heard something land above her. It happened again and this time she heard stuff slide around. Again it happened.
Horror dawned in her as she realized what was happening. The bastard wasn’t content with just locking her in the box. Now he was burying her alive.
Tears streamed out of her eyes and into her hair as another pile of dirt landed above her. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of calling out in defeat. She was the slayer. She could endure this.
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on 2006-05-25 06:11 am (UTC)You capture those well, Pol - her fear and that stubborn streak.
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on 2006-05-27 06:50 pm (UTC)Ugh, I'm so behind on responses.
I'm glad that the torture parts worked well. I kind of felt like I was walking a fine line between moving the story and just trying to fill prompts. Whew. Onwards towards fixing the angst. :D
Hope the wedding went well and that you had a good time!