188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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A combo of sorts with 3?

[captoftardis]

[This was a turn in events... the Doctor had been drugged - he didn't know by what - and had been kept hostage somewhere - he no longer remembered where or by whom. But when the door opened, casting light into the blackened room, the last person he expected to see saving him (was he saving him?) was the Master.]

...Koschei...?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Thete. I'm here for you, don't worry. I'll get you out of here, fix you up. Promise.

*He grabs the Doctor and carries him to the TARDIS, setting him down in the infirmary. Once the Doctor is comfortable he leaves again, this time to grab the bastards who did this to his oldest friend.

*A little while later, he returns with soup.* Do you think you can eat, Doctor?

[captoftardis]

[He was pathetically weak and desperately wanting to sleep for a very long time or even welcomed a regeneration by this point.]

Is that... blood on you? [He weakly tried to sit up.] Did you kill them?

[It was natural for him to become angry, yet all he could muster was laughter, which almost immediately stopped as he clutched his ribs and fell back.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Not yet. *He grins horribly.* I'm waiting until you're well enough to watch them die without passing out halfway through, first.

Now eat, Doctor. Just a bit, but you need to keep up your strength. *And he spoons up a little meat and corn.* Open wide.

[captoftardis]

I'm not going to -- [And then there was a spoonful of soup shoved in his mouth, canceling out anything to be said. It tasted fantastic and horrible at the same time, given he couldn't remember the last time he ate something.

And then he managed to swallow it down with a grimace.] There isn't a part of me that doesn't hurt.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Do you have nanogenes anywhere?

[captoftardis]

I don't... I don't know.

[He couldn't think straight, being torn between trying to convince the Master to not kill whoever captured him or to give him permission to do whatever he pleased. Then he couldn't decide if he wanted to be left alone to agonize and heal on his own or cling to his old friend.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

I'll look. *He searches for them, eventually finding some.* Here you go, Doctor.

I hope you don't mind if I use those bastards who hurt you to soothe the drums? They seem to have soothed you some, after all. *He smiles a mad smile.* Speaking of which . . . more soup?

[captoftardis]

[Bless the TARDIS - the one thing in the universe that he could always rely upon. He managed to sit up weakly, slouching in a horrible posture, but accepting of the food.

He sat up and wrapped an arm around the Master and rested his forehead against his shoulder.]

Thank you.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Welcome, old friend, welcome.

Do you need help with the nanogenes, or can you do it yourself?

[captoftardis]

I'll need help...

[It never bothered him to request help before, but in this situation he was just too weak and tired to do anything by himself.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He nods and uses them on the Doctor, healing the many injuries.* You'll still be tired some, but I think you're up to watching those bastards die.

[captoftardis]

No, I don't want to watch them die. I-I don't want to kill them.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I'll kill them, Doctor. I know how squeamish you are.

Are you sure you don't want to watch? I'd like to show off, Doctor, and prove my love by showing you what happens to those who hurt you.

I'll make you a fine feast of them.

[captoftardis]

[He was woozy as he sat back, avoiding eye contact.]

No, absolutely not, no. I'm not condoning this.

This may be heading towards 5, :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

I'll just be worse to them if you don't watch, you know. If I don't have to worry about shocking you I can keep them screaming for days.

. . . please, Thete, let me show you my love. *He kisses the Doctor's cheek and smoothes his hair.* You gave me such a shock, Doctor! I was so scared for you, and the drums got loud. They're still loud even now, they're screaming at me to punish the ones that hurt you so.