valaunbound: (emote → forced smile or smug qetesh)
Vala Mal Doran ([personal profile] valaunbound) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2012-02-05 04:03 pm (UTC)

None of it made sense to Vala, she'd had ample time to reflect on her purpose here and why Sobek was keeping her alive, but every time her mind drew a blank. Eva's purpose had been evident from the beginning, both in his intentions to use her as a host for Ammitt and in the obvious pleasure he gleaned from injuring her. As was the torturing of the Doctor too, he wanted his knowledge. But he didn't appear to want anything from her save for letting her slowly waste away. And then here were his Jaffa taking great care to transport her safely, checking every corner for threat.

Maybe it was Daniel, maybe he was to some extent persuading Sobek that she should be kept alive. That thought made her smile. Even when she'd been brought to him, he'd treated her simply as trivial entertainment. Almost as if she was just a pet to be admired and teased. As the Jaffa marched her though the pyramid her mind worked overtime trying to figure out how to manipulate him, to elevate herself in his eyes somehow. She needed more freedom, that was her key goal. She wasn't going to be able to affect any change while she was kept caged up and starving like a neglected animal.

Stood in the room, there was a part of her that considered just making a run for it, hurling herself over the balcony and hoping for a soft landing. She'd made more risky escapes in the past, her mind wandered back to a time before ever arriving on Earth and launching herself through a glass window to career down a snow covered hill shooting blindly behind her at any potential pursuers. It had taken hours to remove all the tiny splinters of glass. It felt like a lifetime ago, she wasn't even sure if she'd have the energy now.

Vala teased her hair into something more presentable, biting her lip and pinching her cheeks to bring some colour to them before this monster that had taken her Daniel. If she was just his pet, then she was determined to be a pet that he would want to see more, one that he might treat better.

"So is it my turn to strut naked this time, or yours again? Because I forgot my camera if it's yours." She'd wanted to wait subserviently for him to speak first, but the lengthy silence save for the flurry of activity outside proved too much and her mouth kicked into gear before her brain did.

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