The Master took a deep almost desperate gasp of breath, not even sure how much he actually needed it. He didn't care if he was taking the breath from the Doctor, he just had to do it, he had to know he wasn't going to lose this precious oxygen he was so in need of. Once he felt like he could breath better with his raw aching throat and the spots had left his eyes, he jerked his head down to try and get away from the Doctor's lips.
He didn't care what the man did, he refused to be used like this. He wouldn't be anyone prisoner, he wasn't that sort of man. He had to reign it in, hide his fear.
Said under his breath and then he tightened his grip on the tie yet again, wrapped it around his hand so he could hold it easier and watched how it once more constricted around the Master's neck. Such a simple thing to do, really, but it was undeniable that a certain satisfaction came with it.
"Do you remember all the things you did to Jack?" By ways of conversation.
The Master took what little chance he had to take a very deep breath before it started this time, trying to focus on everything but the way he felt like his neck was about to snap and his head would explode. his face was red and his eyes bulged out as his mouth fell open, trying desperately to get air. All that came out as a little noise of pain. Like a choking animal.
Jack? Oh, yeah, that was fair! The freak was immortal. He only had a handful lives and he didn't want to lose them all because the Doctor had clearly lost it. And besides, anyone that much of a freak deserved it.
"You're being very dramatic," It really sounded more appreciative than reprimanding. He grinned in response to that small sound, petting the Master's head almost as if to thank him for it, in a very condescending way.
"You have at least another five minutes before things are even remotely dangerous. But don't worry, I won't let you die. I've saved you. I'll keep you safe." And choke him, apparently.
He didn't know how to fight this, he really didn't. He could get the Doctor off no matter how much he struggled, his hands were very tightly fixed to the side of the bed and couldn't be broken free of, he was trapped entirely. There was literally no way out and the more he realised that, the more scared he became. The Doctor wouldn't let him die, he didn't think as much, but he had five minutes of this?
As white spots came over his eyes, he shut them purposefully and let his body go limp in the desperate hope that submitting this way would make him stop. Just long enough for him to stop and for the Master to think. He could still win this, he could, he just needed to be able to breath first.
"There we go. Just relax, excellent." The Doctor watched, gently playing with the Master's hair while he waited for his face to turn blue instead of red. Him going still didn't alarm him, he could figure that one out well enough. The minutes passed, slowly, while the Doctor breathed evenly and listened to the sounds that escaped the Master.
Finally he let go, pressing his lips against the side of the Master's neck, just above the bruise that was already beginning to form where the tie had been.
The minutes blurred and he didn't even know how long that had truly lasted, all he knew was that he couldn't think by the end. His eyes strained in his head, burning painfully, his ears rung and harshly contracted with the drums in his head, which were currently going mad in panic. Banging loudly against his skull as if trying to force him back awake, to keep him alert and alive. Gaping like a drowning fish, he tried to gently get oxygen down his bruised throat, wanting to clear his head.
Rassilon sake, any longer and he was seriously concerned about brain damage. Opening his eyes, he gave the Doctor a desperate look, only managing to make a strange rasping noise.
It hurt his throat to talk, the words stuck inside him, refusing to come out. He tried his best to force out a rather rough and strangled no.
"Oh... Hush, there's no need to talk. I won't do it again, I promise. Not unless I have to." Why he felt compelled to do it in the first place he didn't seem to find necessary to explain. The Doctor got off the Master quite suddenly, leaving the tie loosely around his neck as he headed out the room, just like that.
Luckily he returned just a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water that he held out to the Master while encouraging him to get up. "Come on. Let me help you. And stop looking so terrified."
He only managed two very small sips before he turned his head away, trying to get himself upright so he had better leverage and more distance from the damn water being waved in his face. He had no idea what was happening here or what was wrong with the Doctor but being both unable to move and unable to articulate his thoughts verbally unnerved him more than anything else he'd experienced today. He didn't cope well with loss of control, he never had.
How was he meant to not look scared with that tie still around his neck, an ever dangling threat? He couldn't deal with being choked again, he didn't like the risk of losing this body. Or any body, come to that.
The Doctor reached for the ends of the tie and pulled on them to have it tighten once more, although this time he didn't actually choke him, just took some sick, childish pleasure out of how the Master would react to the threat of it. Then he grinned and flicked his nose again, because he could.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you won't be bored again."
The Master's body tensed at the threat, his body almost trembling at the idea of suffering that again, he really didn't want to. When nothing happened, a relieved half laugh ripped out, though there was no humour to it. The absolute bastard, he was playing head games with him! He thought this whole thing was some joke. Recoiling at the flick, he gritted his teeth, just hoping that if he didn't do anything to provoke a reaction, the Doctor leave.
He had to get bored eventually. The Master would have time, he'd have chance to fix on an escape plan. He couldn't take much more of this.
For quite some time, the Doctor was silent. Resting on top of the Master, eyes closed as he pressed his ear against his chest. Listened to his beating hearts and felt his own calm down. The time passed in absolute silence and then, without a warning, he yanked at the tie again, sharp and strangling, although he released it after just a few seconds this time.
The Master spluttered and coughed, his bruised neck not taking kindly to such harsh treatment. How much longer was the Doctor going to wind him up like this? Hissing in pain, he tilted his head back, futility trying to move the tie away from the Doctor as he did so. He didn't like the way he had this kind of power to use on him. The way he basically had a fucking leash.
Taking a deep breath, he ground his teeth, desperate not to start anything. He had to just play the waiting game now, react as little as he could till the Doctor got bored. He could still have control, there was a chance to take it back. It all hinged on him keeping his temper in check.
"Don't be that way!" The Doctor all but pouted, well, no, he literally pouted, lower lip and everything. But even as he did so, he reached for the nightstand again and lifted himself up at the same time, kneeling above the Master as he took a remote into his hand and pressed a button.
The chip that he'd used to drug the Master before was still attached and it worked in more than one way, apparently, judging by the electric shock that ran through him all of a sudden.
The Master cried out against his better judgement, jerking in pain as he tugged uselessly again at the ties around his arms to try and get himself away from the bed and the position he was stuck in. What did he do to him?! How did -- no, he didn't put something in him? That wasn't fair! That was cheating. All ideas of playing nice died as he growled angrily, thrashing beneath the Doctor. What did it matter if he upset him? There didn't seem to be a way to win this.
"You mental bastard," the Master spat out, despite his voice being rough and quiet, all together hard to understand. It came with being strangled like that. "Piss off!"
"Manners!" He actually slapped him again before getting up, tossing the remote from one hand to the other, eyes calmly on the Master. "I won't be doing a thing unless you ask nicely." He didn't say 'beg', but it was implied.
And then he pushed that same button again and, when that didn't seem to work well enough, cranked it up a notch, while watching the Master with interest, as if waiting for a sign.
The Master fought against the shocks to his body, forcing himself not to break under the pain of them. Any higher and he really did dread to think what effects it'd have on his body. His teeth clenched, he convulsed from the pain, gasping loudly when it was over to try and keep on top of breathing, despite how painful that now was. Who installed an electric chip? Seriously? That was far too -- well, cruel. That was always more his thing.
He really didn't know what to do to make him stop, he didn't think asking nicely would actually work. Maybe if he just waited it out like he did the choking, he would stop and the Master could cling to some level of dignity.
"Oh, come on! Not even a please? What's the matter with you? And you say I'm no fun."
The Doctor rolled his eyes and moved forward, putting the remote in the Master's hand and holding it there while reaching for the tie again with his other hand.
"Let's make this more fun then, for you. I'll count until ten and then you either shock yourself or I take the choking thing up again until you're shocking yourself." He smiled, brightly, pleased with this idea. "One, two..."
The Master knew there was literally no way to win here. He either had one kind of pain or another. And he really couldn't decide which was better because neither was a picnic to experience. His first thought was to use his fingers to turn down the setting but when he couldn't find the controls to it, he panicked, knowing it was either a shock or another potentially five minute bout of pain.
His brain scanned every potential, trying to hard to try and find a way out of this. But by the time he heard nine, he reacted on instinct and shocked himself, not wanting to go through that again.
As the pain took over him, his hand lost grip of the device and it shot from his hand, bouncing behind the bed and out of reach. Well, you know, he could think of worse things to lose.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, but he didn't comment when he watched the remote fall out of view. Sure, he could have retrieved it easily enough, but this was a lot more fun. He climbed on the bed again, back to straddling the Master as he looked down at him, playing with the ends of the tie as he held it in his hand.
"Good choice! Let's try again. Only this time I'll count to sixty, so you have ample time to decide what you prefer."
"What? There isn't a choice now!" The Master argued desperately, jerking his arms desperate against the ties. This wasn't fair! This wasn't right, the Doctor wasn't meant to be this way. He was meant to be nicer, to be sickeningly pathetic and forgiving. Not torture him on a bed like this.
He didn't know if it had been sixty seconds or not by the time he finished panicking, all he knew was that thrashing, wriggling and kicking weren't helping him much here. So what choice did he have?
"Please," he finally offered, looking the Doctor in the eyes, desperate hoping he could pull at his heart strings and catch himself a break. It was okay if he didn't actually mean it, right? "Please, don't do it."
"You should have said it like you meant it," the Doctor informed him coldly and then he choked him once more.
He watched as the tie tightened, he glanced at the clock on the wall, just in case. It wouldn't do to lose track of time, but five minutes should still be alright. Leaning down, he licked across the Master's lips before whispering in his ear.
Now that was just frustrating! He'd said please, what more did the bastard want? Wincing at the cruel mock affection, he made sure to keep his mouth shut this time. The Master closed his eyes again as his bruised throat took another brutal choking, his eyes watering this time under the pressure. When his face has turned suitably blue and his body stopped moving, he knew he was coming near the end.
And he also knew the grasp he had on staying conscious was drifting as well. Wouldn't that be lovely? To just drift free of this horrible moment.
"Oh no, you don't." The Doctor knew to stop before the Master could pass out and then he wiped the tears away, making sure it was obvious just what he was doing. "Don't cry, I'm just doing this for a reason. No need to be so upset."
He kissed his cheek, because he could, and nuzzled his hair for much the same reason. "Now tell me if I should go and pick up the remote, hm?"
The Master couldn't get words out by this point, just make very small noises that sounded vaguely like words but not quite. His throat felt clogged and even breathing was a struggle, let alone speaking. Too much pressure in one small space.
Instead of telling the Doctor anything, his eyes sort of rolled back into his head as he let himself rest against the pillow, eyes yearning to close so he could just block this all out instead of having to beg again.
As much as he wanted to fight back, to shove the Doctor off, all he could do was take it. But that didn't mean he had to be awake and alert to suffer it.
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He didn't care what the man did, he refused to be used like this. He wouldn't be anyone prisoner, he wasn't that sort of man. He had to reign it in, hide his fear.
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Said under his breath and then he tightened his grip on the tie yet again, wrapped it around his hand so he could hold it easier and watched how it once more constricted around the Master's neck. Such a simple thing to do, really, but it was undeniable that a certain satisfaction came with it.
"Do you remember all the things you did to Jack?" By ways of conversation.
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Jack? Oh, yeah, that was fair! The freak was immortal. He only had a handful lives and he didn't want to lose them all because the Doctor had clearly lost it. And besides, anyone that much of a freak deserved it.
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"You have at least another five minutes before things are even remotely dangerous. But don't worry, I won't let you die. I've saved you. I'll keep you safe." And choke him, apparently.
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As white spots came over his eyes, he shut them purposefully and let his body go limp in the desperate hope that submitting this way would make him stop. Just long enough for him to stop and for the Master to think. He could still win this, he could, he just needed to be able to breath first.
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Finally he let go, pressing his lips against the side of the Master's neck, just above the bruise that was already beginning to form where the tie had been.
"Do you want me to do it again?"
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Rassilon sake, any longer and he was seriously concerned about brain damage. Opening his eyes, he gave the Doctor a desperate look, only managing to make a strange rasping noise.
It hurt his throat to talk, the words stuck inside him, refusing to come out. He tried his best to force out a rather rough and strangled no.
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Luckily he returned just a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water that he held out to the Master while encouraging him to get up. "Come on. Let me help you. And stop looking so terrified."
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How was he meant to not look scared with that tie still around his neck, an ever dangling threat? He couldn't deal with being choked again, he didn't like the risk of losing this body. Or any body, come to that.
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"Don't worry. I'll make sure you won't be bored again."
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He had to get bored eventually. The Master would have time, he'd have chance to fix on an escape plan. He couldn't take much more of this.
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"You always scared so easy."
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Taking a deep breath, he ground his teeth, desperate not to start anything. He had to just play the waiting game now, react as little as he could till the Doctor got bored. He could still have control, there was a chance to take it back. It all hinged on him keeping his temper in check.
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The chip that he'd used to drug the Master before was still attached and it worked in more than one way, apparently, judging by the electric shock that ran through him all of a sudden.
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"You mental bastard," the Master spat out, despite his voice being rough and quiet, all together hard to understand. It came with being strangled like that. "Piss off!"
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And then he pushed that same button again and, when that didn't seem to work well enough, cranked it up a notch, while watching the Master with interest, as if waiting for a sign.
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He really didn't know what to do to make him stop, he didn't think asking nicely would actually work. Maybe if he just waited it out like he did the choking, he would stop and the Master could cling to some level of dignity.
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The Doctor rolled his eyes and moved forward, putting the remote in the Master's hand and holding it there while reaching for the tie again with his other hand.
"Let's make this more fun then, for you. I'll count until ten and then you either shock yourself or I take the choking thing up again until you're shocking yourself." He smiled, brightly, pleased with this idea. "One, two..."
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His brain scanned every potential, trying to hard to try and find a way out of this. But by the time he heard nine, he reacted on instinct and shocked himself, not wanting to go through that again.
As the pain took over him, his hand lost grip of the device and it shot from his hand, bouncing behind the bed and out of reach. Well, you know, he could think of worse things to lose.
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"Good choice! Let's try again. Only this time I'll count to sixty, so you have ample time to decide what you prefer."
Because he'd liked that look of panic.
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He didn't know if it had been sixty seconds or not by the time he finished panicking, all he knew was that thrashing, wriggling and kicking weren't helping him much here. So what choice did he have?
"Please," he finally offered, looking the Doctor in the eyes, desperate hoping he could pull at his heart strings and catch himself a break. It was okay if he didn't actually mean it, right? "Please, don't do it."
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He watched as the tie tightened, he glanced at the clock on the wall, just in case. It wouldn't do to lose track of time, but five minutes should still be alright. Leaning down, he licked across the Master's lips before whispering in his ear.
"But you're already getting better."
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And he also knew the grasp he had on staying conscious was drifting as well. Wouldn't that be lovely? To just drift free of this horrible moment.
It seemed a nice alternative to begging.
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He kissed his cheek, because he could, and nuzzled his hair for much the same reason. "Now tell me if I should go and pick up the remote, hm?"
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Instead of telling the Doctor anything, his eyes sort of rolled back into his head as he let himself rest against the pillow, eyes yearning to close so he could just block this all out instead of having to beg again.
As much as he wanted to fight back, to shove the Doctor off, all he could do was take it. But that didn't mean he had to be awake and alert to suffer it.
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