Fic.
Lucy had never killed a person before. She had seen it in films, read it in books, but the sheer amount of blood; it was that which surprised her most. He had told her that one cut to the neck and they would bleed out like a pig at the slaughter. He laughed as he held the young woman’s body still. Lucy smiled as she watched the life drain from the girl’s eyes, slowly but surely her body going limp in Harry’s arms. She was just a whore, a girl they had ordered for some fun, only not the type of fun she was expecting.
Harry had told her that he had hired her because of her striking resemblance to one of the Doctor’s most cherished companions. Lucy’s glee had been difficult to hide.
As the girl collapsed to the floor, her hair lay in a puddle of her own blood, the dyed blonde cheapness of it, drowning in a sea of ruby red.
“There,” said the Master, moving slowly behind Lucy, placing his hands over her shoulders, smiling and gripping them tight, his mouth moving in close to her ear, softly touching it.
“Didn’t that feel good, hmmm? I told you it would.” He grinned widely, running his hand down her arm, looking at it with a strange mix of lust and appreciation. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
Lucy felt his fingers run down lower, entwining with her own hand, and touching the sharp silver blade which she grasped loosely. He pressed his body up against hers and Lucy moaned softy.
Muse: The Master, Lucy Saxon
Canon: Doctor Who
Word Count: 267
Harry had told her that he had hired her because of her striking resemblance to one of the Doctor’s most cherished companions. Lucy’s glee had been difficult to hide.
As the girl collapsed to the floor, her hair lay in a puddle of her own blood, the dyed blonde cheapness of it, drowning in a sea of ruby red.
“There,” said the Master, moving slowly behind Lucy, placing his hands over her shoulders, smiling and gripping them tight, his mouth moving in close to her ear, softly touching it.
“Didn’t that feel good, hmmm? I told you it would.” He grinned widely, running his hand down her arm, looking at it with a strange mix of lust and appreciation. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
Lucy felt his fingers run down lower, entwining with her own hand, and touching the sharp silver blade which she grasped loosely. He pressed his body up against hers and Lucy moaned softy.
Muse: The Master, Lucy Saxon
Canon: Doctor Who
Word Count: 267