Enjoy your therapy.

[huffpuffblonde]

[ THE MINDFUCK MEME ]
taken from memekingdom
Warning: Explicit Themes Contained

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11, if you don't mind?

[rejoicecitizens]

Rose Tyler. I've heard so much about you. [a slightly twisted grin as he crouches beside her and brushes back her hair.] I've got this tradition on the Valiant, you see. A bit of an initiation ceremony.

Definitely don't mind, haven't played a Master in ages~

[huffpuffblonde]

[Deep breaths, Rose. As much as she wants to jerk her head back at the touch, it isn't really going to help her out. And kicking his shin isn't going to get her hands untied, either, is it?

So she stares up at him almost challengingly.]

Not really a fan of hazing, thanks. Pass.

oh good! let me know if he gets too violent, i can try to tone him down

[rejoicecitizens]

[quiet chuckle] I thought you might say that. He has a kink for the cheeky girls, doesn't he?

Tell you what. You play nice and I won't bring him out to watch.

Will do, but feel free to do whatever's IC for him! I'm pretty laid-back =)

[huffpuffblonde]

[She stiffened, and her look might be intimidating, except she was strapped to a chair. Also, extremely human.]

You leave him alone.

awesome

[rejoicecitizens]

Oh?

[He leans forward, his face inches away from hers.] And just what are you going to do about it? [His tongue swipes across her cheek and he pulls back, grinning.]

I do have to admit, he has good taste. You're gorgeous.

[huffpuffblonde]

[She scowls, jerking against the bonds that hold her wrists uncomfortably flat to the chair arms. She tugs her head away. Really, as 'away' as it can get, given her position.]

Oi! Keep it in your mouth, mate. Untie me, untie me now!

[rejoicecitizens]

[There's absolutely no warning before he smacks her hard across the face, causing the chair to topple over. He bends down beside her.]

You aren't the one that gives orders here.

[huffpuffblonde]

[She's not sure what startles her more, the sharp blow to the face, or the vertigo of the chair falling over. Her hair blocks her vision and her mouth drops open to form a stunned, incredulous, silent 'o'.

Call it the chauvinism of the twenty-first century, but getting hit by a bloke is somehow a greater offense than getting kidnapped and tied to a chair by one. Her fingers grip the arm of the chair, and her eyes bug out of her head. It's only really now that the panic sets in. She shuts her eyes and mutters to herself.]

Oh, brilliant.

[This isn't going to be fun.]

[rejoicecitizens]

Oh, finally figuring it out, are we? Rassilon, you humans are slow.

[He brushes her hair out of her face and pulls his own screwdriver out of his pocket.] Laser. Much better than sonic. And more fun.

[huffpuffblonde]

[Strangely enough, being called stupid by him hurts more than it should. Mostly because he's a Time Lord, like the Doctor. Making humans seem so nothing by comparison plays hell with her inferiority complex.

She glares at him as soon as the hair is out of the way.]

Anyone ever tell you you talk too much? Honestly. You're like a radio DJ.

[Taunting him. That'll get her untied for sure.]

[rejoicecitizens]

You wanted out of that chair?

[His laser burns through the ropes, and probably through a few layers of skin as well, and he seizes her by the arm, yanking her upright in his powerful grip.]

[huffpuffblonde]

Ye- [Her oh-so-scathing sarcasm is cut short by a flash of heat and pain, and she lets out a cry. He's ripping her up off of the ground before she can stop to rub at the marks, and she doesn't really stand a chance. Time Lords are much stronger than humans.

Still, she takes the opportunity to struggle, to shove at his chest with her free arm.]

[rejoicecitizens]

Oh hush, I haven't even done anything yet. [He tugs her along down a flight of stairs into a rather dark, dank room.] This room's easier to clean. Usually the freak is in here, but today he's watching his team starve to death.

[He considers throwing her, but changes his mind, pinning her up against a wall instead and appraising her.] Have I mentioned I have a thing for blondes?

[huffpuffblonde]

[He drags her too quickly to really keep up, and she misses a step or two, held up only by the firm grip on her arm. She gives protesting a firm try, really she does, but she can't get a foothold to do it.

And then, rather suddenly, she's pinned against the wall, and he's in her personal space. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are parted, and it takes her a second to come up with a response. It's not very confident or assertive, because she's a bit too startled and afraid for the Defender of Earth approach, but she feels it's the thought that counts.]

Have I mentioned you're really creepy and a bit of a bastard?

[rejoicecitizens]

Thank you! [There's a wide, feral grin, and he twists her arms back behind her and above her head, pinning them with one hand before stroking down her cheek with his free hand.]

How mad do you think he'd be if I marked you up, hm? Played with you a bit?

[huffpuffblonde]

[She does a brilliant job of pointedly not gasping out in pain as her arms are forced above her head. Her breathing, on the other hand, is significantly less controlled, and her chest heaves as she pants.]

Probably wouldn't be bothered. Waste of time. He'd probably be way more upset if you just, dunno, let me go and gave up?

[It was worth a shot.]

I know what you're thinking, and you can forget about it. I'm not helping you play mind games with him, so you may as well kill me.