Theatrics - drabble
Title: Theatrics
Pairing: Ten, Master
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don't own, can't afford
Spoiler: thru S3 LotTL
Summary: The Master at his pinnacle of evil has a knack for theatrics.
Beta:
aibhinn
A/N: Seems work is a fertile playground for drabbles. Written for prompt #185 knack on
dw100 .
From screams echoing throughout the room to deathly silence as the tip of the laser screwdriver dimmed, time slowed until the seconds were marked by his beating hearts.
Dah dah dah dum.
Shaking breath, eyes betraying his apprehension as icy fingers of fear clutched his chest. Wiping away beads of sweat on his upper lip, he cautiously toed the pile of rumpled garments.
Dah dah dah dum.
The soft rustle of clothing whispered his relief upon seeing familiar eyes peering back.
Dah dah dah dum.
His grin quickly changed to a tentative leer.
"Received and understood, Miss Jones?" he sneered.