"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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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.