Four hundred years ago:
The Time Lady cringed at the loud clang of metal on metal behind her. She twisted the chains around her wrist in another futile attempt to escape. She knew it was impossible, escaping from a Time Lord prison was unheard of. Well that was if one was strict with the terms. People had escaped from other planets where they were confined by the Time Lords. However, no one had escaped from an actual Time Lord prison.
She couldn't see the guard but she knew that they were there. The same way that she knew she had been in the prison for thirty-three years, six months, four days, three hours, two minutes, and twenty-seven seconds. The constant tick of time in her head had been there since she was eight. The fact that it was Earth time was confounding to many people, but that's just what it was.
"The Timekeeper," The guard taunted, "what an interesting name, considering all of us Time Lords can sense time."
She didn't answer, she never did. They had forced a regeneration once and the other one had been self inflicted after a particularly disastrous torture session. They had left her on the ground mere seconds from death and all she had to do to end the pain was bite down on her tongue.
The Timekeeper watched the guard as he walked around her chair. She was able to move around the chair but she wasn't able to make it to the walls. She had quickly learned to keep to her chair as much as possible, only standing to keep her legs from going too numb.
"Why would you choose such a pretentious name, we all know you are not a pretentious girl." The guard sneered. They were someone that The Timekeeper did not know, well possibly did not know. It was hard to tell sometimes.
The blonde watched as the guard walked over to the wall that held everything they had tried to use on her. Most of the items were primitive but there were a few more advanced pieces. The guard grabbed one of those and The Timekeeper had to suppress a shudder.
She had managed to not show emotion to the guards for the last thirty years and it would be counterintuitive to start now. In the first years she had learned that any display of emotion only made her situation worse. Seeing as it was terrible to start with she was in no place to push anyone's limits.
The brunette stared blankly while the guard got closer. There was a nearly imperceptible shift in her breathing. The Timekeeper could only hope that the guard didn't notice. She forced herself to stay still as the guard used the device on her.
Sweat poured down her body and mixed with her blood to create a large pink puddle. The Timekeeper stared at the puddle with a small amount of relief. The pink color told her that she wasn't too badly injured.
The door opened and The Timekeeper looked up to see another Time Lord enter the room. This time lord she knew, he was the head of the Arcalian Council of Temporal Research. He was The Theorist, he was over seven thousand years old and The Timekeeper found herself very intimidated by him.
"The Timekeeper," The Theorist said, his head jingling from the bells that had been placed in the dark dreads. "Your confinement is over. Any more disruptive behavior will not be tolerated so lightly."
The Timekeeper slumped forward in relief, glad that her punishment was over. She needed to get back to school. She could not afford to miss anymore. She was barely a Junior Time Lady as it was.