Author's Notes: 100 word drabble inspired by EoT. Contains breathplay and adult themes.
It amuses the Master how the Doctor crawls back to be figuratively kicked again and again. It's the main thing that stops him combusting from boredom. He can't imagine a universe without the Doctor lurking around almost begging to be tortured.
Perhaps that's why he's never really wanted the Doctor dead. In his madness, though, sometimes the Master forgets that.
His fingers twitch, tightening around the Doctor's neck. The Doctor's eyes are wide, yet as challenging as ever. The drums beat a rhythm of 'do-it-do-it, do-it-do-it'.
One of these days, he might.
Hopefully not tonight, though. Tonight he has plans.
