"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.
What the Master would find out shortly was that it was very difficult to be anything but awake while an electric shock raced through ones body. Again and again and again.
Just small ones, light ones, this time, almost as if he was giving him a bit of a break.
"I'm sorry," he finally told him, putting the remote to the side. "I should let you rest, hm? Bit much all at once." He frowned. "I think I want to see you bleed. Odd, isn't it?"
The shocks were like little needles dancing on his skin and he couldn't relax with them constantly forcing his body to jerk in pain, muscles aching from trying to tense and prevent it. Clamping his eyes shut, he took several harsh breaths, wanting to rest, to sleep and leave this horrible nightmare. Maybe he'd wake up on the valiant?
Oh, if this was a nightmare then he was so going the Doctor pay for it. As deluded as it may of sounded, he wanted desperately for this to be some strange joke. Just not real at all. The next words made his gut churn horribly, he didn't want to know how the Doctor intended to make him bleed.
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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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Just small ones, light ones, this time, almost as if he was giving him a bit of a break.
"I'm sorry," he finally told him, putting the remote to the side. "I should let you rest, hm? Bit much all at once." He frowned. "I think I want to see you bleed. Odd, isn't it?"
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Oh, if this was a nightmare then he was so going the Doctor pay for it. As deluded as it may of sounded, he wanted desperately for this to be some strange joke. Just not real at all. The next words made his gut churn horribly, he didn't want to know how the Doctor intended to make him bleed.
He just imagined it'd hurt.