Ami watched Daisy lying in her own blood. So much had happened since arriving on the island that she was just a hair beyond being amazed at Daisy's rapid recovery; she was simply happy that the other woman was alive. She wanted to go help Daisy up, wipe away the blood, but Fisher held her so tightly she could feel her arms bruising again.
" . . . and despite her quick healing, Miss Adair does still feel pain. You touched her, I'm certain that you felt her pain? How did it feel, that scalpel in her throat, her life blood pooling out and gushing everywhere?"
Slowly Ami focused on Sakai and Sakai's words, wrenching her gaze away from Daisy. Sakai had made her point. Brutally and with Daisy's blood painting Ami's clothes and the corner of the room, but she'd made it.
"You didn't have to do that," Ami whispered.
"Indeed I did. I wanted you to understand exactly what would happen if you don't cooperate." The woman slammed the blood stained scalpel down onto the bed, forcing Ami's attention to rivet in that direction. "What will continue to happen if you don't do as I've requested. This isn't negotiable. Miss Adair can be killed. Repeatedly. And she will feel it every single time. So will you if you've been truthful about your abilities.
"Miss Adair will heal, at least physically. How much do you think she can take mentally? How many –"
"Stop," Ami whispered.
" – times do you think a person can be cut? Or stabbed? Or – "
Ami's gaze drifted to Daisy, her voice shaking but stronger than before. "I said stop."
" – bled before the mind goes –"
"I'll do it!" Tears spilled from Ami's eyes and she didn't recognize her own voice. Something broke inside of her and she couldn't look at Daisy, at Sakai, she couldn't look at anyone. "I'll do it, all right? Just please don't hurt her anymore."
"Good girl. I knew that with the right motivation, you would see things our way." From behind her there came a shuffling sound, like a body being hauled and the hands gripping Ami turned her around in time to see Boone being pushed into a seat in the corner of the room. "Let's get started then. I think that it's only fitting that Miss Adair gets to witness the power of your amazing ability at work."
Ami went ice cold. They wanted her to do it in front of Daisy. Why? What purpose would it serve? To scare Daisy? To make her afraid of Ami?
She shook her head although she knew it would be futile to protest. "Not here. Not in front –"
"Fair is fair, Miss Jackson. Bring Miss Ad-"
"No!" The words were practically shouted. She met Sakai's gaze, "No. Don't touch her anymore. I'll do it. Let's just get it over with."
"I'm happy that you see things our way."
Ami looked at Boone through her tears, happy that he was barely cognizant of his surroundings. It made it easier; he didn't know what was coming. Ami made a step towards him, but was restrained by Fisher.
"I have to get closer," Ami muttered miserably.
The man dragged her closer to Boone, practically shoving her into the man's lap.
Boone blinked at her and slurred something incoherent. Ami avoided his eyes. She looked at Fisher, "Let me go."
"I don't think so."
"Fine, then you can feel what he feels."
"Release her, Fisher. She isn't going anywhere."
Hands trembling, Ami reached out and touched Boone's forehead, slowly and carefully examining his mind, his memories, his thought patterns. Aside from the drugs, he was still mostly there and it made her hate her captors all the more. Stripping aside the surface thoughts, pushing them to the far corners was easy. Surface thoughts were like cloud fluff. The deeper stuff lay beneath, and Boone panicked, trying to scramble to his feet when she made the first pass. Even a non-psychic knew when something was wrong, when something was being forced into their mind and their memories.
(I'm sorry,) Ami thought gently, knowing that he didn't hear the thought or feel the emotion behind it. The guilt or the anguish; she was destroying one mind to spare another. It was rape, it was wrong and she hated herself for doing it, for not being stronger, for breaking so easily.
When Boone's screams started, it was more than her stretched mind could handle. Ami cried out,head explodeding in pain, and crumbled to the ground, drowned in blissful oblivion.
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Date: 2006-08-06 11:46 pm (UTC)" . . . and despite her quick healing, Miss Adair does still feel pain. You touched her, I'm certain that you felt her pain? How did it feel, that scalpel in her throat, her life blood pooling out and gushing everywhere?"
Slowly Ami focused on Sakai and Sakai's words, wrenching her gaze away from Daisy. Sakai had made her point. Brutally and with Daisy's blood painting Ami's clothes and the corner of the room, but she'd made it.
"You didn't have to do that," Ami whispered.
"Indeed I did. I wanted you to understand exactly what would happen if you don't cooperate." The woman slammed the blood stained scalpel down onto the bed, forcing Ami's attention to rivet in that direction. "What will continue to happen if you don't do as I've requested. This isn't negotiable. Miss Adair can be killed. Repeatedly. And she will feel it every single time. So will you if you've been truthful about your abilities.
"Miss Adair will heal, at least physically. How much do you think she can take mentally? How many –"
"Stop," Ami whispered.
" – times do you think a person can be cut? Or stabbed? Or – "
Ami's gaze drifted to Daisy, her voice shaking but stronger than before. "I said stop."
" – bled before the mind goes –"
"I'll do it!" Tears spilled from Ami's eyes and she didn't recognize her own voice. Something broke inside of her and she couldn't look at Daisy, at Sakai, she couldn't look at anyone. "I'll do it, all right? Just please don't hurt her anymore."
"Good girl. I knew that with the right motivation, you would see things our way." From behind her there came a shuffling sound, like a body being hauled and the hands gripping Ami turned her around in time to see Boone being pushed into a seat in the corner of the room. "Let's get started then. I think that it's only fitting that Miss Adair gets to witness the power of your amazing ability at work."
Ami went ice cold. They wanted her to do it in front of Daisy. Why? What purpose would it serve? To scare Daisy? To make her afraid of Ami?
She shook her head although she knew it would be futile to protest. "Not here. Not in front –"
"Fair is fair, Miss Jackson. Bring Miss Ad-"
"No!" The words were practically shouted. She met Sakai's gaze, "No. Don't touch her anymore. I'll do it. Let's just get it over with."
"I'm happy that you see things our way."
Ami looked at Boone through her tears, happy that he was barely cognizant of his surroundings. It made it easier; he didn't know what was coming. Ami made a step towards him, but was restrained by Fisher.
"I have to get closer," Ami muttered miserably.
The man dragged her closer to Boone, practically shoving her into the man's lap.
Boone blinked at her and slurred something incoherent. Ami avoided his eyes. She looked at Fisher, "Let me go."
"I don't think so."
"Fine, then you can feel what he feels."
"Release her, Fisher. She isn't going anywhere."
Hands trembling, Ami reached out and touched Boone's forehead, slowly and carefully examining his mind, his memories, his thought patterns. Aside from the drugs, he was still mostly there and it made her hate her captors all the more. Stripping aside the surface thoughts, pushing them to the far corners was easy. Surface thoughts were like cloud fluff. The deeper stuff lay beneath, and Boone panicked, trying to scramble to his feet when she made the first pass. Even a non-psychic knew when something was wrong, when something was being forced into their mind and their memories.
(I'm sorry,) Ami thought gently, knowing that he didn't hear the thought or feel the emotion behind it. The guilt or the anguish; she was destroying one mind to spare another. It was rape, it was wrong and she hated herself for doing it, for not being stronger, for breaking so easily.
When Boone's screams started, it was more than her stretched mind could handle. Ami cried out,head explodeding in pain, and crumbled to the ground, drowned in blissful oblivion.