I have been working on this for a very long time and I wanted to finish it before uploading it. I hope it's as good as it is in my head.

Alternate universe. Lord Baal has ruled Earth for thousands of years. He mostly leaves the low earthlings to themselves but his influence is felt far and wide.

She sat quietly at the table curious about her new surroundings. The table was beautifully decorated and was filled with an abundance of food. If there's one thing she had learned it was to never touch food before being invited. That lesson was learned after being starved for nearly 3 weeks in her first master's home. Now her third master was sitting at the far end of this long table. He hadn't yet said a word to her. It wasn't entirely unusual, but she couldn't judge what kind of man he was without speaking to him.

They had both been sitting there for the last 10 minutes. As soon as he had entered the large room he sat at the head of the table and began eating. The room was probably the most beautiful room she had ever seen. Her new master was certainly wealthier than both of her previous ones. Its walls were as far apart as her last master's garden walls. She could judge this perfectly because she had stared out of the only window of her last cell for hours on end. At least the view of the garden was better than nothing.

A quiet cough split the silence. She looked to where the sound came from. A very large man dressed in the typical clothes of a Head Guard stood near her new master. She could see that the guard had a symbiote pouch. He was a Jaffa. They were always Jaffa's. Her master turned slightly to look at the guard. As far as she could tell not a word was spoken. She wasn't even sure the man had moved, but her master then stood, picked up his plate and glass, and walked to her end of the table. Shocked, she looked down at her hands in her lap. Another lesson she had learned, although with more difficulty, was to never look directly at the master. Her cheek had been slapped more than once because of her inability to learn her place quickly enough.

"You're not eating?" He said as he sat in the closest chair next to her.

She simply shook her head not daring to look up.

Her master took a bite from his lamb chop, slowly chewed, then said, "I see you've been taught your manners. I wonder how long it took for them to sink in."

He had said it with just enough intrigue to make her wonder what he really meant by it.

"You may begin eating."

She picked up her fork even though she hadn't used one in a long time and began piercing small pieces of food. It was awkward for her, but she was able to put them in her mouth without spilling anything. It had also been a long time since she'd had a warm meal in her belly. She'd spent the last month waiting in the auction cell for her turn to stand on the platform. Her new master had bought her instantly. Slowly, she ate what was before her not wanting to seem too eager.

"I want you to tell me about yourself," he said when she seemed full. When she said nothing, he tried again. "How many masters have you had?"

Since he had asked his first question she was now allowed to speak, but she kept her head down. "My Lord, you are my third master."

"How old are you?"

"My Lord, I am 22."

"Why were you sold again?"

"My Lord, Master Jenson was unhappy with me."

It was a standard answer and they both knew it. He gave a small grunt that had a hint of laughter to it. "I want you to know something. You'll find that living here isn't going to be like any of your previous homes. I saw something in you when you stood on the auction platform yesterday." Clearly what he had seen was her blatant disregard for the rules. She had kicked the guard that had brought her onto the platform. He tried to touch her and she would have none of that. "I am going to give you a chance of real happiness here. But you have to trust me and you have to let me trust you." He paused and let that sink in. "Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, my Lord." She was lying. She had run away from her first master's home twice and then on her third attempt at running away she was sold to her next master. She had given him an embarrassing black eye the day before he took her back to the auction house.

"I want you to understand that being here will not be as bad as you think it is." He knew she was lying, too. He had done his homework on the slaves being sold yesterday. "Look at me." It took longer than he expected, but when she lifted her eyes to him he said, "I'm going to do something for you that I've only done once before. I'm going to give you full privileges while you live here."

She wasn't sure she knew what that meant. Her face must have shown that, too.

"You are free to walk around wherever you want while inside the walls. That includes the garden, too. But, you are to be guarded by my head guard, Teal'C at all times." He pointed to the man who had made the coughing sound. "Nothing will be off limits to you. Teal'C has nights off so when that time comes you will be confined to the harem room."

She was still unsure of what was happening.

"Do you have any questions?"

She stared at him longer than she should have, but quietly asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Like I said, I saw something in you and I want to help you. Believe it or not, I'm a nice guy. You need to realize that it's much safer in here than it is outside the walls. Do we have an agreement?"

Her curiosity was beyond measure. She decided she would give this a try. At the very least she could find out how to escape. "Yes, my Lord."

"Good! Let's give each other some introductions, shall we? I am Jack O'Neill. What's your name?"

"My name is Samantha Carter, my Lord.