Part 03 - Chapter 08 - Twisted Biology Lesson
The orange alien was pacing again. Not a good sign as every time it had done so previously someone got hurt.
Part of Rose really hoped they would leave her alone this time as although she had been little more than roughed up both the Doctor and Jack had taken severe beatings trying to protect her and she was feeling guilty that they had been hurt because of her. Though now that they had them all manacled to individual tables arranged in a semi circle, there would be no more protection they would be able to provide her. At least they had left Jack and her their clothing, a luxury they had not afforded the Doctor. They had almost immediately stripped him of every except his underwear leaving him more naked than she had ever seen him except when they were alone together. That fact made it obvious that they considered the Doctor a greater threat and made her worry about what else they may know about him.
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The Doctor too had noticed that the Essarrian had begun to pace and braced himself for what he knew was going to be something dreadful. Essarrians didn’t smile much, but when they did it was invariably not a good thing for the person being smiled at, and this one was smiling, a lot, at all of them not that most people could tell with their odd facial structure, but he knew.
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Jack heard the Essarrian speak then a slow sibilant hissing type sound “Sooo humans, how much do you know about Time Lords? Has his high and mightiness deemed you worthy enough to tell you anything? Because today humans is your lucky day, you get to learn about Time Lord physiology.”
He was very glad the Essarrian had been looking at Rose the moment he had said Time Lord as he gave a small start of surprise at this revelation his eyes slipping sideways to look at the Doctor. Time Lord that explained a lot of things including that beautiful ship of his. He had thought them myths in fact although he had heard many tales about them. He never really believed that there was some near God-like race of aliens to whom the manipulation of time and space was considered child’s play. Looking surreptitiously over at the Doctor wondering if he would ever get to know what he had seen in him to want a two bit con-man like him along and whether he would even have the chance to learn the truth from the myths. It also explained why the Essarrians considered him something dangerous and a lot about why they had captured them as they seemed to only have only marginal interest in Rose and himself. He also was beginning to suspect that the Essarrians had something quite dreadful in store for the Doctor.
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As I am sure you are aware Time Lords have quite a few senses the you humans don't which although the tout their better physiology it leaves them at distinct disadvantage when it comes to things like this. With that he signals to someone out of sight and grins in delight when the Doctor's whole body stiffens in obvious pain. "See what I mean? We don’t sense anything but the temporal sub harmonic generator that was just turned on will do all kinds of interesting things to him not the least of which is to create for him quite a bit of pain and insure he doesn’t try any of those ticks Time Lords are known to exhibit.”
Not waiting for any replies the Essarrian continued. Glaring at the Doctor hatred dripping from his words he continued, "They believe they are so superior but I say those extra senses makes them weak. You see Time Lords value their control and just can't stand it when someone takes it away from them. Yet something else your kind and the Daleks have common Doctor, the desire for control." Addressing the humans again as he slithered between them as he continued, "You see the Time Lords refused us the means to defend ourselves in their pompous belief of how much better they were. That finally drove us to an alliance with the Daleks."
The Doctor’s interruption was harsh and vehement, "Your people sought our help not for defense but in a bid to subjugate all the peoples around yo..."
Like the striking of a cobra the Essarrian lashed out, snapping the Doctors head hard to the side leaving him dazed with the strength of the impact and a new three fingered bruise on the side of his face.
He asked in a furious tone, "Do you even know what they did to my people Time Lord?" His last two words dripping with contempt. "The Daleks promised us to make us better, a more powerful people instead they destroyed most of the pleasure centers in our brains with their ‘improvements’. They left us few pleasures but one of those..." Smiling it hissed out in contentment as it slowly slid a scaly claw across the Doctor’s exposed chest creating a thin line of blood in its wake, then with undisguised relish licking the blood from it’s digit it continues in its lecture mode, "One of those is the taste of your blood. Which mean you are going to make me a LOT of credits while at the same time I get to enjoy finding creative ways of making you bleed, making this a very good day for me."
Smiling even more he turns to look at the Doctor with evil delight as he snaps a mask over the Doctor’s face and I am going to take away your control piece by piece Doctor. Strip away that intelligence that your kind brag about and do it bit by bit so that you can appreciate your increasing stupidity and then I am going to terrify that primitive beast you become and let you loose and see what you do.
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He really was wishing Rose was anywhere but here, his recent relationship with her would be problematic at best and deadly at worst. If they figured out what she truly meant to him... He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to see her hurt because of him, in fact he would rather die than do so, but if he were released from his bonds while under an overdose of drugs convinced, as the Essarrian was suggesting that they were the enemy there was little chance he wouldn’t do just that. The worst part is there would be nothing he could do to stop himself as once a certain level of the chemicals were reached in his blood stream his rational mind would drop off line. That was the prospect that truly terrified him, knowing what he could be capable of if threatened and not in control. What most species didn’t realize is that Time Lord was what they were not just a title they had chosen.
Gallifreyans had evolved in a unique manner and were not fully part of the normal time flow and being partially outside of it, it gave them senses an abilities that allowed them the control they had over how fast or slow time moved about them and how they interacted within it’s confines. Those abilities were the initial key to them discovering how to create the physical forms TARDIS’ took. That ability had quickly made his people the top of the food chain on his planet and then on many others as his people developed. In the early days his species was war like and very, very deadly in conflict only slowly maturing as a species and becoming the pacifistic observers that caused his peoples downfall. In that process though they learned to control their unique abilities and that control was systematically drilled into each Gallifreyan child from their earliest days of life, completely strip away that control and he had no idea what would happen. An insane Gallifreyan could literally rip holes in the fabric of the universe though most of those cases were self-solving as the Reapers would move in and eliminate the problem… permanently. It was the partially insane ones like the Master that did the most damage, sane enough to avoid destroying themselves outright but insane enough to create all manner of chaos and take lots and lots of beings with them before their ultimate destruction.
His only hope would be to try to convince the Essarrian that neither Jack nor Rose meant very much to him. Enough that they would keep them alive long enough for them to escape but not so much that they would deliberately hurt them while exacting their revenge. Unfortunately at the rate his concentration was degrading he wasn't sure he was going to get the chance.
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“…And today is also a good day for you humans, your learning exactly why having extra senses can be a very bad thing.” The hissing laughter that followed was truly sinister indeed.
She had no idea what might be causing the Doctor’s pain the device he had mentioned meant nothing to her and as the alien was partially blocking her view it made it difficult to determine if he was okay, but what was happening was sufficient to put fear into the Doctor’s eyes before he closed them. She could only think of one maybe two times she had actually seen him scared and that alone was more than enough to frighten her.
The Essarrian’s hissing laughter grew and he said, as the Doctor opened his eyes to try to reassure Rose as he could just barely sense her distress, “So Doctor how long do you think you can hold your breath, hmm?” All the while the Doctor was mentally cursing the telepathic damping field that insured they couldn’t communicate that way. “Do you really think I am ignorant of your clever little respiratory by pass, it will be of no use to you here.” With that he slammed his tree trunk like arm against the Doctor’s chest in a casually cruel manner.
There was nothing that the Doctor could do to hide the sound of a couple of his ribs cracking any more than he could stop his breath whooshing out of him at the impact. As pain blossomed across his chest at the most recently inflicted damage he couldn’t help thinking that the Essarrian was right in one respect; having heightened senses did at times have its drawbacks particularly at times like these. As the table he was strapped to had been tipped up so that Jack and Rose could have a better view of what was done to him they saw his reaction to the Essarrians action which earned the orange being an evil glare from both Jack and Rose, the Doctor refused to look at anyone other than his tormentor. It was obvious by the tension in his form he was desperately trying to think of a way out of this and was rapidly losing the battle as his mind became increasingly clouded by the drugs he had been injected with previously and was presently inhaling.
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He hadn't known the Doctor long but he knew that no way did he deserve this kind of treatment. He had heard the Essarrians had a reputation for tormenting their victims but he had never been able to get any of the other time agents that mentioned them to say much more than kill yourself before allowing them to capture you. So when the group had grabbed the three of them he had fought just as desperately as the Doctor had, not that it had done them much good as within minutes they had all been darted with some kind of tranquilizer. The last thing he remembered hearing before he had passed out had been the Doctor's horrified shout of Rose and his names and his last thought had been surprise that he had been mentioned in that anguished cry.
As he witnessed what the Essarrian was doing to the Doctor he swore that even if he couldn’t get the Doctor out of this alive he was going make sure that Rose didn’t have to endure something equal or worse. It was bad enough that she had to watch what this creature was doing to the Doctor without finding out first hand what physical torture was like as well. It had been painfully obvious that the Doctor loved Rose more than anyone he had ever seen love another being. Regardless of whether or not they were physically expressing those feelings, it was also plainly obvious that those feelings were very much reciprocated by Rose. As a result, getting Rose away from the Essarrians was the only course of action that would be acceptable for either the Doctor or himself; whatever the consequences to himself, he owed the Doctor and Rose his life. He would do anything in his power to get them both out of this situation alive even if it was at the cost of his own life. If even half of what he had heard about the Time Lords was true he owed it to the universe in general to ensure that the Doctor was extricated from this mess because he had a dreadful suspicion there weren’t very many of his people left if the time agency didn't even mention the possibly of running in to any of them.
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“Well Time Lord, since you seem to be having such fun I wouldn’t want to deprive you of the full effects of my entertainment now would I? How about we just make sure your senses are sharp and clear” with that he injected him with a nerve stimulator. This drew a ragged gasp from the Doctor causing his eyes which had been clenched shut in reaction to the previous pain to again fly open, his whole body which had begun trembling in pain from what he had already been subjected to began shaking more dramatically in reaction to the new substance. Pulling his head up by his short hair the Essarrian forced him to look at him. “What left speechless? So how you liking those extra senses now Time Lord? Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet, couldn’t just leave you hanging now could I?” With that he began laughing at his own joke. While walking over to Rose who was now freely crying in anguish at what was being done to the Doctor, he continued his taunting. “What not enjoying the show little human? I wonder if I let him loose with you will he shred your fragile human body with his bare hands or find something more interesting to do to you?”
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Glaring at the Essarrian she opens her mouth to give it a heated reply only to see the Doctors eyes, barely rational but with a completely panicked look pleading with her not to say anything. Realizing in that moment that if she were to give the creature any idea of their true relationship things would get significantly worse, she very quickly snaps her mouth closed and instead glares at the Essarrian.
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Jack too saw the expression on the Doctor’s face and could remain silent no longer, “So what makes you think he would even give her the time of day? She’s just some backward trinket he picked up for show, she didn’t even believe that time travel existed till she met him. He keeps her around for amusement like a stupid pet; she could hardly be considered a threat to someone like him. I mean what could she conceivably mean to him?” He said jerking his head in the Doctor’s direction since hand motions were not an option due to his own confinement.
Rose’s indignant reply lets him know that she understands the danger they are in and is willing to play along, “Just because I'm not his pretty boy doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about me,” she adding a look of childish petulance and a stuck out tongue. He hoped all the while that she wasn't overacting yet at the same time he worried what it might mean for him if the Doctor were to become violent, as the Essarrian seemed to think he would.
Slithering over to Jack the Essarrian caresses down his cheek staring at him intently for a moment, “So little human what do you do for him? How do you entertain him hmmm?”
Jack’s reply is to seductively purr back to the alien, “let me out of these restraints and I will show you exactly how.”
The orange being spins around suspecting Jack has some how communicated with Doctor to make such a drastic change in attitude only to find the Doctor still hanging from his restraints looking like he can barely move let alone attempt something as complicated at telepathy. Angry with the human for trying to trick him and knowing with complete certainty that there was no way he would actually be doing anything else, he decides regardless of whether or not it was at the Time Lord's prompting he will not be allowed to get away with such insolence. So he glares at him a moment then hits him hard enough to knock him senseless and stalks back to the Doctor.
“I have had enough of your insolent disrespectful toys Time Lord” viciously grabbing one of the Doctor’s large ears he drags the Doctor’s head up and at an angle and stares gloating into his eyes for a brief moment. “It’s time for you to truly understand pain!” and with that he injects yet another chemical into him at which the Doctor begins to scream as his senses completely overload and pain boils across his synapses. He begins spasming and contorting violently as his body reacts in the only ways it can to the large influx of chemicals.
Rose desperately wants to cover her ears and is unable to do so, so she turns her head as far as she can from watching what is obviously something excruciatingly painful. The sounds of the Doctor’s screams unnerve her even more in that it is obvious that his voice is capable of far greater range than she had ever imagined as she can actually feel the vibrations of his screams as they run an erratic course from sub sonic to ultra sonic. Finally after what seems like forever, the Doctor’s ragged screams stop as he loses consciousness. Even unconscious though his body doesn’t stop twitching and jerking. Rose can’t stop from crying harder as she tries desperately to get mad instead of giving this monster the joy of her distress.
It is the utter joy, sliding like slimy sewage across the edge of her senses, which the creature is broadcasting so loudly, in spite of the psychic dampers that sparks her to fury. She is unable though to do anything to act on that fury as she feels the bite of an injection and before she can even begin to form a protest she is slumping into unconsciousness; Jack is not far behind her as he too receives a similar treatment.
Chapter 09 - Subterfuge (R)
Stories Index
Part of Rose really hoped they would leave her alone this time as although she had been little more than roughed up both the Doctor and Jack had taken severe beatings trying to protect her and she was feeling guilty that they had been hurt because of her. Though now that they had them all manacled to individual tables arranged in a semi circle, there would be no more protection they would be able to provide her. At least they had left Jack and her their clothing, a luxury they had not afforded the Doctor. They had almost immediately stripped him of every except his underwear leaving him more naked than she had ever seen him except when they were alone together. That fact made it obvious that they considered the Doctor a greater threat and made her worry about what else they may know about him.
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The Doctor too had noticed that the Essarrian had begun to pace and braced himself for what he knew was going to be something dreadful. Essarrians didn’t smile much, but when they did it was invariably not a good thing for the person being smiled at, and this one was smiling, a lot, at all of them not that most people could tell with their odd facial structure, but he knew.
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Jack heard the Essarrian speak then a slow sibilant hissing type sound “Sooo humans, how much do you know about Time Lords? Has his high and mightiness deemed you worthy enough to tell you anything? Because today humans is your lucky day, you get to learn about Time Lord physiology.”
He was very glad the Essarrian had been looking at Rose the moment he had said Time Lord as he gave a small start of surprise at this revelation his eyes slipping sideways to look at the Doctor. Time Lord that explained a lot of things including that beautiful ship of his. He had thought them myths in fact although he had heard many tales about them. He never really believed that there was some near God-like race of aliens to whom the manipulation of time and space was considered child’s play. Looking surreptitiously over at the Doctor wondering if he would ever get to know what he had seen in him to want a two bit con-man like him along and whether he would even have the chance to learn the truth from the myths. It also explained why the Essarrians considered him something dangerous and a lot about why they had captured them as they seemed to only have only marginal interest in Rose and himself. He also was beginning to suspect that the Essarrians had something quite dreadful in store for the Doctor.
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As I am sure you are aware Time Lords have quite a few senses the you humans don't which although the tout their better physiology it leaves them at distinct disadvantage when it comes to things like this. With that he signals to someone out of sight and grins in delight when the Doctor's whole body stiffens in obvious pain. "See what I mean? We don’t sense anything but the temporal sub harmonic generator that was just turned on will do all kinds of interesting things to him not the least of which is to create for him quite a bit of pain and insure he doesn’t try any of those ticks Time Lords are known to exhibit.”
Not waiting for any replies the Essarrian continued. Glaring at the Doctor hatred dripping from his words he continued, "They believe they are so superior but I say those extra senses makes them weak. You see Time Lords value their control and just can't stand it when someone takes it away from them. Yet something else your kind and the Daleks have common Doctor, the desire for control." Addressing the humans again as he slithered between them as he continued, "You see the Time Lords refused us the means to defend ourselves in their pompous belief of how much better they were. That finally drove us to an alliance with the Daleks."
The Doctor’s interruption was harsh and vehement, "Your people sought our help not for defense but in a bid to subjugate all the peoples around yo..."
Like the striking of a cobra the Essarrian lashed out, snapping the Doctors head hard to the side leaving him dazed with the strength of the impact and a new three fingered bruise on the side of his face.
He asked in a furious tone, "Do you even know what they did to my people Time Lord?" His last two words dripping with contempt. "The Daleks promised us to make us better, a more powerful people instead they destroyed most of the pleasure centers in our brains with their ‘improvements’. They left us few pleasures but one of those..." Smiling it hissed out in contentment as it slowly slid a scaly claw across the Doctor’s exposed chest creating a thin line of blood in its wake, then with undisguised relish licking the blood from it’s digit it continues in its lecture mode, "One of those is the taste of your blood. Which mean you are going to make me a LOT of credits while at the same time I get to enjoy finding creative ways of making you bleed, making this a very good day for me."
Smiling even more he turns to look at the Doctor with evil delight as he snaps a mask over the Doctor’s face and I am going to take away your control piece by piece Doctor. Strip away that intelligence that your kind brag about and do it bit by bit so that you can appreciate your increasing stupidity and then I am going to terrify that primitive beast you become and let you loose and see what you do.
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He really was wishing Rose was anywhere but here, his recent relationship with her would be problematic at best and deadly at worst. If they figured out what she truly meant to him... He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to see her hurt because of him, in fact he would rather die than do so, but if he were released from his bonds while under an overdose of drugs convinced, as the Essarrian was suggesting that they were the enemy there was little chance he wouldn’t do just that. The worst part is there would be nothing he could do to stop himself as once a certain level of the chemicals were reached in his blood stream his rational mind would drop off line. That was the prospect that truly terrified him, knowing what he could be capable of if threatened and not in control. What most species didn’t realize is that Time Lord was what they were not just a title they had chosen.
Gallifreyans had evolved in a unique manner and were not fully part of the normal time flow and being partially outside of it, it gave them senses an abilities that allowed them the control they had over how fast or slow time moved about them and how they interacted within it’s confines. Those abilities were the initial key to them discovering how to create the physical forms TARDIS’ took. That ability had quickly made his people the top of the food chain on his planet and then on many others as his people developed. In the early days his species was war like and very, very deadly in conflict only slowly maturing as a species and becoming the pacifistic observers that caused his peoples downfall. In that process though they learned to control their unique abilities and that control was systematically drilled into each Gallifreyan child from their earliest days of life, completely strip away that control and he had no idea what would happen. An insane Gallifreyan could literally rip holes in the fabric of the universe though most of those cases were self-solving as the Reapers would move in and eliminate the problem… permanently. It was the partially insane ones like the Master that did the most damage, sane enough to avoid destroying themselves outright but insane enough to create all manner of chaos and take lots and lots of beings with them before their ultimate destruction.
His only hope would be to try to convince the Essarrian that neither Jack nor Rose meant very much to him. Enough that they would keep them alive long enough for them to escape but not so much that they would deliberately hurt them while exacting their revenge. Unfortunately at the rate his concentration was degrading he wasn't sure he was going to get the chance.
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“…And today is also a good day for you humans, your learning exactly why having extra senses can be a very bad thing.” The hissing laughter that followed was truly sinister indeed.
She had no idea what might be causing the Doctor’s pain the device he had mentioned meant nothing to her and as the alien was partially blocking her view it made it difficult to determine if he was okay, but what was happening was sufficient to put fear into the Doctor’s eyes before he closed them. She could only think of one maybe two times she had actually seen him scared and that alone was more than enough to frighten her.
The Essarrian’s hissing laughter grew and he said, as the Doctor opened his eyes to try to reassure Rose as he could just barely sense her distress, “So Doctor how long do you think you can hold your breath, hmm?” All the while the Doctor was mentally cursing the telepathic damping field that insured they couldn’t communicate that way. “Do you really think I am ignorant of your clever little respiratory by pass, it will be of no use to you here.” With that he slammed his tree trunk like arm against the Doctor’s chest in a casually cruel manner.
There was nothing that the Doctor could do to hide the sound of a couple of his ribs cracking any more than he could stop his breath whooshing out of him at the impact. As pain blossomed across his chest at the most recently inflicted damage he couldn’t help thinking that the Essarrian was right in one respect; having heightened senses did at times have its drawbacks particularly at times like these. As the table he was strapped to had been tipped up so that Jack and Rose could have a better view of what was done to him they saw his reaction to the Essarrians action which earned the orange being an evil glare from both Jack and Rose, the Doctor refused to look at anyone other than his tormentor. It was obvious by the tension in his form he was desperately trying to think of a way out of this and was rapidly losing the battle as his mind became increasingly clouded by the drugs he had been injected with previously and was presently inhaling.
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He hadn't known the Doctor long but he knew that no way did he deserve this kind of treatment. He had heard the Essarrians had a reputation for tormenting their victims but he had never been able to get any of the other time agents that mentioned them to say much more than kill yourself before allowing them to capture you. So when the group had grabbed the three of them he had fought just as desperately as the Doctor had, not that it had done them much good as within minutes they had all been darted with some kind of tranquilizer. The last thing he remembered hearing before he had passed out had been the Doctor's horrified shout of Rose and his names and his last thought had been surprise that he had been mentioned in that anguished cry.
As he witnessed what the Essarrian was doing to the Doctor he swore that even if he couldn’t get the Doctor out of this alive he was going make sure that Rose didn’t have to endure something equal or worse. It was bad enough that she had to watch what this creature was doing to the Doctor without finding out first hand what physical torture was like as well. It had been painfully obvious that the Doctor loved Rose more than anyone he had ever seen love another being. Regardless of whether or not they were physically expressing those feelings, it was also plainly obvious that those feelings were very much reciprocated by Rose. As a result, getting Rose away from the Essarrians was the only course of action that would be acceptable for either the Doctor or himself; whatever the consequences to himself, he owed the Doctor and Rose his life. He would do anything in his power to get them both out of this situation alive even if it was at the cost of his own life. If even half of what he had heard about the Time Lords was true he owed it to the universe in general to ensure that the Doctor was extricated from this mess because he had a dreadful suspicion there weren’t very many of his people left if the time agency didn't even mention the possibly of running in to any of them.
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“Well Time Lord, since you seem to be having such fun I wouldn’t want to deprive you of the full effects of my entertainment now would I? How about we just make sure your senses are sharp and clear” with that he injected him with a nerve stimulator. This drew a ragged gasp from the Doctor causing his eyes which had been clenched shut in reaction to the previous pain to again fly open, his whole body which had begun trembling in pain from what he had already been subjected to began shaking more dramatically in reaction to the new substance. Pulling his head up by his short hair the Essarrian forced him to look at him. “What left speechless? So how you liking those extra senses now Time Lord? Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet, couldn’t just leave you hanging now could I?” With that he began laughing at his own joke. While walking over to Rose who was now freely crying in anguish at what was being done to the Doctor, he continued his taunting. “What not enjoying the show little human? I wonder if I let him loose with you will he shred your fragile human body with his bare hands or find something more interesting to do to you?”
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Glaring at the Essarrian she opens her mouth to give it a heated reply only to see the Doctors eyes, barely rational but with a completely panicked look pleading with her not to say anything. Realizing in that moment that if she were to give the creature any idea of their true relationship things would get significantly worse, she very quickly snaps her mouth closed and instead glares at the Essarrian.
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Jack too saw the expression on the Doctor’s face and could remain silent no longer, “So what makes you think he would even give her the time of day? She’s just some backward trinket he picked up for show, she didn’t even believe that time travel existed till she met him. He keeps her around for amusement like a stupid pet; she could hardly be considered a threat to someone like him. I mean what could she conceivably mean to him?” He said jerking his head in the Doctor’s direction since hand motions were not an option due to his own confinement.
Rose’s indignant reply lets him know that she understands the danger they are in and is willing to play along, “Just because I'm not his pretty boy doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about me,” she adding a look of childish petulance and a stuck out tongue. He hoped all the while that she wasn't overacting yet at the same time he worried what it might mean for him if the Doctor were to become violent, as the Essarrian seemed to think he would.
Slithering over to Jack the Essarrian caresses down his cheek staring at him intently for a moment, “So little human what do you do for him? How do you entertain him hmmm?”
Jack’s reply is to seductively purr back to the alien, “let me out of these restraints and I will show you exactly how.”
The orange being spins around suspecting Jack has some how communicated with Doctor to make such a drastic change in attitude only to find the Doctor still hanging from his restraints looking like he can barely move let alone attempt something as complicated at telepathy. Angry with the human for trying to trick him and knowing with complete certainty that there was no way he would actually be doing anything else, he decides regardless of whether or not it was at the Time Lord's prompting he will not be allowed to get away with such insolence. So he glares at him a moment then hits him hard enough to knock him senseless and stalks back to the Doctor.
“I have had enough of your insolent disrespectful toys Time Lord” viciously grabbing one of the Doctor’s large ears he drags the Doctor’s head up and at an angle and stares gloating into his eyes for a brief moment. “It’s time for you to truly understand pain!” and with that he injects yet another chemical into him at which the Doctor begins to scream as his senses completely overload and pain boils across his synapses. He begins spasming and contorting violently as his body reacts in the only ways it can to the large influx of chemicals.
Rose desperately wants to cover her ears and is unable to do so, so she turns her head as far as she can from watching what is obviously something excruciatingly painful. The sounds of the Doctor’s screams unnerve her even more in that it is obvious that his voice is capable of far greater range than she had ever imagined as she can actually feel the vibrations of his screams as they run an erratic course from sub sonic to ultra sonic. Finally after what seems like forever, the Doctor’s ragged screams stop as he loses consciousness. Even unconscious though his body doesn’t stop twitching and jerking. Rose can’t stop from crying harder as she tries desperately to get mad instead of giving this monster the joy of her distress.
It is the utter joy, sliding like slimy sewage across the edge of her senses, which the creature is broadcasting so loudly, in spite of the psychic dampers that sparks her to fury. She is unable though to do anything to act on that fury as she feels the bite of an injection and before she can even begin to form a protest she is slumping into unconsciousness; Jack is not far behind her as he too receives a similar treatment.
Chapter 09 - Subterfuge (R)
Stories Index