Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who, and with some of the things I write, that is probably a good thing… make that definitely a good thing.
Warnings: Very Dark Doctor in this. Non-con (Kind of), drugging, and all around creepiness and angst, mild sexual content.
A/N: Okay, so this is the kind of stuff that comes out of my sick, twisted brain when I'm in a bit of a depression due to my health, hospitals and the like. I apologize in advance. If you do decide to read, then I hope you enjoy.
He enters the room every night, being silent so as not to wake her. For several minutes he simply stands at the foot of the bed, observing. The sonic screwdriver is removed from his pocket, and he switches it to the correct setting, before he aims it at the sleeping form and depresses the button.
She's awake now -the fact evident in the change in her breathing and heartbeat- but unable to move; compliments of the muscle relaxant slipped into her evening tea. A few seconds are allowed for her to fully awaken before the button is depressed again.
Her moan reverberates through the room, and brings a cold smile to his face. He continues to press and release the button in no set pattern while listening to the desperate sounds of pleasure coming from the figure on the bed. He can give these humans pleasure. He can take them out of their narrow, boring, useless little lives and show them the wonders of the universe. He can make them better than what they are.
He stops and adjusts the setting, before pointing and pressing the button again. The noises this time are not ones of pleasure, but of pain, and his smile is even bigger than it was previously. She screams, and even pleads with him to stop, but her cries go unheeded. He can also do this to his humans. Take them and destroy them. Put them through so much hell, until there is nothing left of what they used to be. They become like him, a shadow of their former selves.
They never know how easily he can manipulate them. Or, maybe they do know, and decide they just don't care.
He does this to prove-to himself, to the universe- that he is in control. Last of the Time Lords, the most powerful being in the universe. There may be some things he can't control, those fixed points in time, but he does have control over this: the trivial and pathetically short lives of those creatures who so willingly fling themselves at him.
He could crush them if he so wished. But that is not what he does with them. He shows them kindness, shows them the Doctor they all think they know. He turns the setting back to its previous position and once again, presses the button down. The sobs of anguish die down, but do not completely disappear as they are now intermingled with new cries of pleasure.
His thumb keeps the button pressed down, and soon the sensations are making her come; the passionate noises more than making up for her immobilization.
He shows these creatures kindness, but he knows that if he so wished, he could bring them complete agony; and for a few brief seconds, they know it too.
He moves from the foot of the bed to stand by her head, and reaching down, presses his fingers to her temples.
Every night he enters her room to prove his power.
And by morning, she remembers nothing of what happened the previous night.
This was just one of the fics I wrote while I was in my slump. I won't post the others because they are even more depraved, believe it or not. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and hopefully, the next stories I post will be a lot less creepy. Thanks for reading.