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This was wonderful. After torturing the Doctor for an entire year - just about, though it hadn’t been his intention - he was ready to show off his work. The Doctor was kneeling in front of him in the conference room as he waited for the guards to bring Martha Jones and the Freak along.
He had implanted a clever piece of technology into the base of his neck, one of his own design. It allowed him to control his nerves. At a simple thought, he was able to shut his eyesight and hearing off for as long as he needed, no damage done. What fun this would prove to be.
The door opened to reveal the two he was waiting for, both handcuffed to the railing by the door just before they left. This was a show for them. The Master grinned at their confused and shocked faces. “How wonderful for you to join us. The fun is just about to begin. Before I kill you, I want you to know something about the Doctor. Your precious little Doctor.”
“Doctor, can you hear me?” Martha calls out, tugging at her bonds. “What have you done to him?” She snarled out at the man.
“He can’t hear or see you. It would defeat the purpose of this little exercise, after all. He wouldn’t dare show you who he really is if he knew you were here.” His grin never leaving his face. After all, they were going to see who the Doctor truly was. His Doctor. Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone see him like this, but he decided to make an exception today, he was being unusually generous.
“What are you going to do to him?” Jack asked, eyeing the naked Time Lord in front of them. Whatever was going to happen, he knew, was a private moment. A moment they shouldn’t be witnessing. And because he understood that, he felt wary of the other Time Lord standing tall, towering over the Doctor.
“That would spoil the surprise, now wouldn’t it?” He gave them a look, a finger on his lips to tell them to shut up. “Hush now, listen to your Master.”
“Doctor, I’ll let you have your release soon. But you need to answer some questions for me, okay?”
Speaking out loud was for their benefit, he was still directly projecting into the Doctor’s mind. Such chaos and hatred.
The Doctor struggled against his bonds, trying to still be defiant even though he knew he wanted this as much as the other did. The Master was with him, like he always was when they crossed paths. The struggle was for his own piece of mind, to tell himself he did everything he could to not just submit to him.
“I thought you said he couldn't hear us?” Jack questioned, confused by what the Master was saying.
“He can’t hear you. Time Lords are telepathic. I've always been welcomed in his mind. He can hear me.” The Master gave them a smirk. “I have an open link directly into his mind. Makes things easier. I do so hate it when he shuts me out. Such a mess.” We will have to sort that out later when we are done. Looking down at him with a fond smile, he placed a hand on his head. Come on, Doctor. This is no different to the last time I captured you. “You don’t need to struggle. You’re right where you need to be.”
I’m not. You always…
Out loud, Doctor. I want to hear you say it.
“I’m not. You always leave me like this.” The younger Time Lord grumbled, eyes closing as he tried his best not to disobey. He knew it would only end up in pain, even if it was a pain he welcomed.
“You always say that. But we both know what you really need. Say it, Doctor. I want you to say it.” Nudging him gently with his foot, he waited for the response they both knew was going to be said.
The Doctor wasn’t having it. He didn’t want to be here, and yet he did. This struggle wasn’t a new thing amongst the pair but it was the hardest he’s fought back to date. Especially in the situation he was in. “No!” He couldn't give in when Earth was in danger, when the planet was ravaged below them.
“Don’t be difficult, Doctor.” Come on Theet. Please just say it for me.
Don’t make me say it, Koschei. You already know.
If we both already know it, it shouldn't be hard for you to say it. It will be better for you… And you’ve let your mind go. We’ll need to sort that out for you.
“You’ll feel better…” The Master encouraged him. There was no point in antagonising him, they would never get anywhere like that. After all, he knew the Doctor better than anyone.
His face looked like it was pained, trying to steel himself, trying to convince himself not to fall into this. But then he could feel it well up inside of him. It was bursting! He could feel himself getting closer, especially with The Master in his mind. “You…” He mumbled out, forming fists and turning his face away in what he could only describe as shame.
“What was that?” He asked, nudging him again.
“You. I need you. Always you. Always have been you. My core, my very being, it needs you. Regardless of my form, Master. Please… Let me… I’ve had to sit here and listen to you and that… that human for an entire year.” He sneered out at that, sounding far more disgusted that he ever has when comparing himself to them.
It sounded far from the Doctor they knew. Sure, the Doctor has expressed his distaste for being like them but this was entirely different.
“Oh, I’m sure it was, my dear Doctor. Why do you think I did that? Why do you think I had you situated in the room that you could hear everything from?”
“Punishment. To get me to this point. Simply just to torture me. Take your pick.” He huffed quietly, wincing at the spark of pain on his right shoulder.
“Definitely the first two. Torture? I’m more creative than that, you know me. Though, I suppose, with what you are, it could be considered torture. Just an added bonus. Why am I punishing you…” Theta? The Master asked his partner, giving a wave of pride through the link they shared.
“Please, Master. Let me cum. I… I really need it. I can’t hold on anymore. Please.” He begged the other man.
“Answer the question, and then I will.”
The younger Time Lord whined in frustration, looking up at him even if he couldn’t actually see him. “I burnt Gallifrey. I burnt our home. Killed our people. Murdered 2.47 billion children.” He felt ashamed of himself. Half, even more than that, were innocent and had nothing to do with the Time War. They were caught up in a fight that ended their lives.
“And? What else did you do, Doctor?”
The Doctor didn’t answer. He didn’t want to answer him because he keeps on doing it anyway. Fear of the Master, and fear of himself being like the Master. He's done so many things he isn't proud of, in his past, but they were a necessity. At least that's what he told himself.
“ANSWER ME!”
“I abandoned you. I keep leave you on planets and running away. I keep…” He whispered, closing his eyes to try and stop the tears and the guilt. Why did he have to feel this way?
“Good boy.” He praised, hand carding through the Doctor’s hair, giving him a mental smile to compensate for the mans temporary sight loss, the kneeling man leaning into his hand.
“What have you done to him?” Martha whispered in disbelief. This wasn’t the Doctor, not the one she knew. The Master must have done something to him.
“Nothing. And that’s the best thing about this. This is the Doctor. This is who he truly is.” Calling for the guards, he had them taken away. No need for them to see this next part. It was partly for the Doctor, but he also did not want them to see something so intimate between them.