He was just passing through, that's all he was doing. But he couldn't ignore a cry for help. He wished he would have though. He wished he kept on walking and ignored that cry. He didn't see the thing that hit him over the head but he felt it, briefly.

He woke up disorientated. He was on his feet and his arms were above his head cuffed. Looking up he saw that they were chained to the ceiling and when he tried to move his feet he discovered that they were chained as well. The room was big and dimly lit. As far as he could tell, he was in the middle.

The door opened and a woman entered.

"I demand you let me go," he said angrily.

The woman just laughed at him. "You are in no position to make demands."

Still trying to keep charge he asked the woman, "What is your name, why have you brought me here?"

"Just call me Mrs. X and to study you of course," Mrs. X smiled at him and the Doctor felt his blood go colder.

"Study me how?" he asked.

She just smiled at him and turned and left the room.

"Study me how?" he screamed after her as the door closed.

He saw no one for the next four days. He was exhausted. His arms ached painfully from being held up. He was thirsty and hungry, and he longed for a drink of water.

The door opened late on the fourth day and this time she entered, with two men behind her. She walked forward and the men stayed at the door. One of them guarding either side. Both of them were tall and wearing a suit. The one on the right was holding a cup and drinking from a straw.

He licked his chapped lips, before he could help himself. She looked at him.

"Thirsty?" She snapped her fingers and one of the men left and came back with a bowl. He set it down on the ground and poured the water into it. Then he went behind the Time Lord and undid his hands from the ceiling. The Doctor immediately fell as his legs gave out after standing so long. The man paid no attention as he re-cuffed the Doctor's hands behind his back.

"Drink," Mrs. X said.

As thirsty as he was, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of him drinking the water as an animal.

"Suit yourself," she turned and left the room, leaving the two men in the room.

He tried to get up onto his feet and that is when the first blow came. He tried to move away but he was helpless to defend himself with his arms and legs cuffed together. The men continued to beat him, until finally one of them kicked him hard in the stomach, and he threw up stomach acid on the floor. The men went back to their places at the door.

He managed to roll on his side and lay there gasping for breath, his mouth and throat burned. He could see the bowl on it's side in front of him all the water was gone. The door opened again and Mrs. X came in.

"Chain him," she said and he tried to fight as he was hoisted back on his feet, but he was getting weak.

"You've made a mess of yourself," she scolded him.

He was left alone for another two days. He was weak from the beating and lack of nourishment. He hadn't slept during those last six days, and while he could go awhile without sleep, his mind was starting to slow down.

She returned with the two men and the bowl again. She set it down on the ground and had the men unchain him. He was too thirsty and weak to fight her this time and greedily drank the water. She petted his head and cooed at him.

"What a good boy you are," she cooed. He jerked away from her touch. "No, bad boy," She snapped angrily. "Very bad boy and bad boys get punished." She turned to the two men.

"Strip him," she told them and he fought them as they took off his suit top and then ripped his shirt and pulled it off. They grabbed his tie and pulled it tightly around his neck cutting of his oxygen and he fought to get their hands away. He kept fighting until stars danced in front of his eyes and his movements grew sluggish. They stripped off his shoes, trousers and boxers and then removed the tie.

He struggled for breath, as they grabbed him and started dragging him. He then noticed the cage. He was shoved roughly into it and the latch was closed and locked. He had no room to move in the cramped space.

He wondered if anyone had noticed that he hadn't returned to the TARDIS. Little did he know someone had noticed and was putting a plan in motion to find him.