Revenge
The Doctor could barely breathe, even with his sophisticated alien lungs. Steaming columns of smoke rose from below him, like a pit of sulphiric chemicals. Balanced precariously at the very edge of destruction, the Doctor felt almost glued to his chair, though no bonds were present.
He leaned his head back hard against the board, closing his eyes tight, trying to avoid the heat, the smell, the sickly, turning feeling in his stomach. Tried to banish it all from his mind. Where was Rose? He prayed the Master had done nothing to her.
Of course, the Master would want to keep the Doctor here, to torment, to ridicule, to tear up painful memory after painful memory till the Doctor's mind was screaming to stop.
Suddenly, above the gloom, as if summoned, the Master stepped forward. "Well, Doctor, what a pleasant surprise."
"No. No, I won't listen to you." The Doctor said vehemently. He turned his head, almost childishly.
"Tut tut, Doctor. You know I have you licked. Of all my plans, this must be the best. Look at you, you're practically a nervous wreck already."
"What you're asking", he would never say ordering, "what you're asking me to do is wrong, worthy of cruelty I never even thought of you."
The Master laughed, his laughter pouring from his throat in heaving floods, laden with malice. "But Doctor, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you!"
With a flick of his wrist, he suddenly exposed a metal object…an instrument of torture.
The Doctor braced himself, biting down on the shiver of horror that wracked his already abused body. He kept telling himself, he had been worse off than this, worse off…
But as he looked into the Master's demented eyes, he wasn't so sure.
"Koschei, please." He whispered, begging, searching for his friend in those eyes.
The Master's face flickered momentarily, as if somehow, somewhere, the plea from his childhood could bring back what was lost.
Suddenly the door hissed open, a glimmer of light against the gloom.
It was Rose.
"Doctor? What's wrong!" She cried, not noticing her surroundings, only intent upon her Doctor. He strained in his chair.
"Rose! Get out of here! Hurry!" He twisted around feverishly, sweat forming on his brow. "Master, let her go…don't make her watch…she has nothing to do with this." Please.
"No. It's my turn now. Revenge, best served hot." The Master snarled, brandishing the torture tool as it glinted wickedly in the sunlight.
"Doctor, it's just the Master's homemade soup." Rose laughed.
"You don't know what it tastes like!" The Doctor groaned.
FINIS
I'd never tried a story like this before...just had to. It ties in to my Legacy Series I hope to post here soon, where the Master survives the Valiant. Thanks for reading! (reviews make me happy)