AN: This is gonna be a darker fic (hence the angst genre), and it'll probably be a short one as well. But if enough people let me know that they want more, I'd be happy to make it a more long term endeavor! Thanks for clicking! I hope you enjoy the ride!
Martha groaned as the alarms blared. She shifted as much as she could with the metal walls constraining her movements. As she moved, pain shot up her back and neck. This cell wasn't big enough for a dog, let alone Martha Jones. But the Master knew that.
Below her hanging cell, she heard the doors swish open. She didn't bother moving her head to look out the small window, she already knew who it was.
"Good morning Martha Jones!" He yelled. Upbeat rock music began blaring throughout the room. Martha braced herself for what she knew would happen next. She struggled to move her arms in the tight space and grabbed the sill of the window tightly with her hands. As soon as she'd gotten a grip, she felt the floor of her cell disappear from under her. Martha dangled halfway out of the cell for a moment before her weak arms gave way and she came crashing to the ground.
As she groaned, she heard his maniacal laughter echoing throughout the hall. Her body was sore from a week of being cooped up in that box and then dropped onto the floor. She watched as his polished black shoes walked towards her, but she had no strength to look up at him. He pulled her up effortlessly, and grinned at her, "How'd you sleep?"
Martha didn't answer. She was too tired. Instead, she looked over the Master's shoulder to look at the sad man chained to the Master's throne. He wasn't a shrivelled old man anymore, the Master had changed him back after Martha had failed her mission. But he still looked just as pathetic as he had when he was as old as dust. Somehow, it was worse seeing him young and hopeless.
The Doctor didn't meet her eyes. He just stared out the window like always. Looking down on the planet he once protected.
The Master placed Martha down in a chair roughly and squatted in front of her, smiling wildly, "Your sister is very very happy Martha. She thinks you'd have a fun time too if you came down and met all the girls." Despite her fatigue, Martha felt a flame of absolute hatred burn brightly. She glared at him, wishing she could tear him apart with her bare hands. Before he captured her, Tish was just a maid to him. But once the Master had set out to break Martha completely, he'd forced her sister into his harem. Every day, poor Tish had to pretend to enjoy whatever he put her through or she'd be thrown off the Valiant. He'd sent her father off to a labor camp somewhere in the Americas. Maybe worst of all was what he'd done with her mother- she was put in a cell with screens showing her what each member of her family was suffering through. He never let Martha forget what he'd done to her family. And she'd never forgive him.
"Or maybe you'd prefer to keep your precious Doctor company?" He gave her a playful wink, like a gossiping schoolgirl. Martha's glare remained, and even though the Master had spoken loudly, the Doctor didn't so much as glance over at his companion. His eyes were hollow and blank.
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" The Master asked. His face contorted into mock disappointment, "Oh Martha, when did you get so boring? I knew I'd break you, but I didn't know you'd be so easy!" He patted her cheek absent-mindedly before squishing her lips until they looked like a fish's. She knew what he was doing- he was trying to provoke her to act out. To slap him or scream or anything. But he'd already taken everything from her. And she knew he was just looking for an excuse to hurt her.
He tweaked her nose for a bit and flicked her like a three year old before sighing and slapping her hard. Martha let out a cry of pain and brought her hand to her cheek. She glanced at him warily, but he'd already turned to face the Doctor.
"Don't you care if I hit her Doctor?" Martha was surprised to see him staring at her, with those awful hopeless eyes. If she looked hard enough, she could see a sliver of worry and regret in that husk of a timelord.
"Don't…" He muttered without much conviction. Martha felt herself tense again as the Master turned back to her, grinning. She felt a sudden pang of fear and he grabbed her- he would do anything to get the Doctor to react. He dragged her up the stairs until they were standing right in front of the Doctor's shackled spot.
The Master turned Martha so she was facing the Doctor and he was behind her. She stared at the Doctor with rage as she felt the Master start to kiss her neck and move his hands over her body. The Doctor looked away sharply,
"Stop it." The Doctor snapped, his brow furrowing. Martha's cheeks burned with humiliation as the Master laughed and yanked off Martha's shirt. Underneath, her torso was a map of bruises and scars. Once upon a time, she might have cared about how the scars and discolored blotches made her look, but she didn't care now. She knew The Master didn't care either. He only had eyes for the Doctor.
"What will you do to make me stop Doctor?" The Master moved one of his hands under Martha's bra and began groping her. Martha shivered slightly with disgust but stayed strong. He wanted a reaction, she reminded herself.
The Doctor stared straight at the Master, his eyes full of a fury that Martha hadn't seen since her mission had failed, "I'll do what you want." He said softly.
"Anything?" The Master asked excitedly, pulling his hand from her breast and punching Martha in the gut. Martha gasped with pain and doubled over, tears welling in her eyes from the shock and humiliation of it all.
"Yes!" The Doctor shouted, "Just stop it Master. Just leave her alone." Martha heard his voice crack slightly, and she looked up at him. Through her foggy eyes, Martha could see the fear in the Doctor's eyes as he stared at her.
Martha felt his hand on the back of her neck, forcing her to stay staring down. The Master rubbed a hand over her back carelessly and possessively, "Say please."
"Please." The Doctor said. His voice was weak and defeated. Martha felt rage and disgust coil in her stomach. None of this was supposed to happen. The Doctor wasn't supposed to be like this… weak and passive.
The Master shoved Martha away. She collapsed on the floor and he stepped over her towards the Doctor. Now that she'd provided a way to break down the Doctor, the Master didn't even glance her way. Martha pulled her shirt on and watched cautiously as the Master gently pulled up the Doctor's chin so the Doctor was staring at him. He was totally focused on the Doctor, and so Martha began looking around the room for any sort of weapon.
"Come on, don't be coy Doctor…"
Martha's eyes darted around the room until they settled on a large sleek vase full of disintegrating flowers across the room on the long table. Martha glanced back quickly at the Master. He had cupped the Doctor's face in his hands and was kissing him deeply. The Doctor's eyes were closed too- and Martha legitimately couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not. Martha began to quietly step down the stairs and made her way to the table. Her hand gripped the vase tightly and her eyes darted back to the Master. His hands were wrapped around the Doctor's neck as he continued to kiss him.
Martha crept up the stairs, eyeing the Master with wide eyes. Her footsteps were light and her breathing was steady. So Martha had no idea how the Doctor knew to open his eyes as she was only a few steps away from the Master. He must have done something- gasped or stopped kissing the Master back, because as Martha's eyes locked with the Doctor's the Master stiffened and turned around to see Martha with the vase raised over her head.
Martha let out a yell and brought the vase down hard. The Master blocked the blow with his arm before it could crack over his head and reached into his pocket for his laser screwdriver.
Martha's eyes widened. She'd seen what that thing could do to a human. She threw the vase with all her might at the Master's face and sprinted towards the elevator. She heard a roar of rage from the timelord and then the awful sound of his screwdriver firing at her and missing.
The elevator doors opened and two guards stepped out, blocking Martha's escape entirely.
"Shit." Martha hissed whirling around to stare at the Master. She felt a wave of exhaustion and pain overtake her as she looked at that stupid grinning face of his. He'd won. Again. But she felt some small satisfaction as she noticed the red impact the vase had made on the Master's face and the fury in his eyes.
"Oh Martha," The Master hissed. His voice was still carefree on the surface, but Martha could tell she'd severely ticked him off, "What to do with you…" He pointed his laser screwdriver at her, waiting for the reaction. Despite her aching body and spinning mind, Martha couldn't help but let out a laugh like the first time he'd caught her months ago.
He couldn't hide his irritation this time as he scowled at her. Behind him, the Doctor was looking at Martha with fearful and tired eyes. It was like he was watching a tragedy unfold for the hundredth time. That made Martha laugh even more as she thought back to how he used to make her feel so special. If only she'd realized… he never felt the same about her. He'd never feel the same about her.
"What's it now Jones?" The Master asked impatiently.
Martha let out another frenzied laugh, "Go on! Kill me you sick bastard!" She grinned and for the first time in over a year, Martha didn't feel any fear. It was so liberating and beautiful that Martha didn't even process the Master walking closer to her until he was right in front of her. His face was solemn and his eyes were glinting dangerously. Once she caught sight of his eyes, the delusional laughter and triumph fell off her. Martha's eyes went wide and she tried to bolt- but the guards behind her quickly grabbed her malnourished and bruised body and held her down.
He didn't speak to her, but his eyes spoke clearly. The Master could do much worse than kill Martha.
"Hold out her hand." He said to one of the guards.
"Master no! You can't!" The Doctor shouted, feebly straining against his chains. The Master grinned at Martha, lapping up the fear she was radiating, "Don't worry, you're not going to die today, Martha Jones."
Martha watched with horror as the Master pointed the screwdriver at her left hand. The yellow beam shot out. Martha screamed and screamed. As her sobs echoed throughout the hall, the Doctor's eyes started becoming hollow again, and he sank back into his veil of hopelessness.