this story is of captain jack when he was in captive by the master. these are just a few things that were running through his head at the time.

ps. i dont own doctor who (i wish)

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Life In Hell

When you think of hell, fire and brimstone always use to spring into my mind. You know; the screaming and the howling of lost souls stuck down there in their endless torture. It never seemed real to me, life after death. Well it's kind of hard to believe considering I can't really die. But yet here I am. Living day after day, week after week, month after month, in what you could say was the closest thing to hell. Imprisonment under the Master!

It's been six months, twelve days and seventeen hours since I was chained to the walls in this dungeon aboard the Valliant. Six months, twelve days and seventeen hours since the Master has controlled Great Britain. Six months, twelve days and seventeen hours since I saw the Doctor or Martha.

My Martha. My brave, gallant Martha Jones who has been travelling the world, alone, to save us all. There was a time when I use to do that. Save the human race. Save it everyday, even twice a day, from the threat of invasion from aliens like the Master.

There was a time when I use to travel too. With the Doctor and – Rose. Around the world and galaxies and universes. And then with Martha too. I had just joined the ride. Didn't really think about it much, or at all for that matter. I just packed up and ran. Ran to him, the Doctor. That's how it all started really.

I left so much behind. I left my friends, the people I love. The man I love. I never thought it would be like this. I just assumed, you know, one quick trip in the TARDIS, a quick chat with the Doctor to see if I could be, well – fixed, and to ask about Rose. And then I'd be home in a few days, or hours even.

But to be stuck here in imprisonment for eternity, being tortured every day. Killed and then to come back to life again. To be hurled over broken glass countless times a day just for the enjoyment of the basted who calls himself a Time Lord. That may be who he is but he isn't even worth the title. All he was, was just an old dying man before we came along and – and –

Oh god! It's all my fault! This whole thing! If it wasn't for me grabbing onto the side of the TARDIS, it wouldn't have flown to the end of the universe. We wouldn't have met Yana and everything would be perfectly fine. The master wouldn't exist. The Doctor and Martha would still be travelling, together. And I would be safe at home with my team.

My team – my brilliant team. All the way down there on the Earth below. I wonder where they are. Are they ok? Are they safe? Or are they dead? My poor, poor Ianto, what has become of you? And Gwen, oh my god, what about Gwen? And Owen and Toshiko? Would Owen look after Tosh? I left them, just ran out didn't even say where I was going, or if I'd be back. They don't know anything. I've done it again betrayed their trust, treated them like animals. Myfanwy! She's no longer safe in the Hub someone would surely find her soon.

It's all my fault. Everything is my fault. And it's not like I've just realised this now. But it too tortures me every minute of my waking day. Which is all the time since I cant sleep. What have I done?

I bow my head in sorrow as silent tears streak my already tear stained face. Everything hurts. My wrists and shoulders from the shackles and chains. My head from crying and the torture. Everything hurts from the torture. It's times like this when I wish I could die and stay dead, just so I wouldn't have to feel pain. The agonizing pain of loss and love. Now I understand how Ianto feels. He was doing so well before I left, who knows how he's doing now. Who knows if he's doing anything at all.

The sudden image of Ianto curled up on his bed crying his eyes out filled my head. Is fragile form shuddering with every sob he took. He had the same look in his eyes as when Lisa was killed. The same heart break and loss. Then the image is replace with another, this time Ianto is lying motionless on the road. Eyes wide and staring and blood creating a lake around him. Then slowly more figures join his body. The motionless forms of my team. All wide eyed and staring. All dead!

And with that final image I felt my heart break. I cried out in anguish and my knees became weak, but I had to keep standing or the shackles would rip my arms out of their sockets and that would be too much pain to handle. A fresh wave of tears streamed from my eyes as I felt my whole world crash around me. I shut my eyes and tried to remember a happier time. A time when I wasn't in pain or tortured. I thought of Gwen and Ianto, and Owen and Toshiko. My beautiful team. Their smiling faces brought more tears to my eyes, but this time they were tears of happiness and remembrance. I wonder, will I ever see them again?

My thoughts are disturbed by the methodical sound of marching and as I look up my eyes are met by the sight of a dozen or so men coming towards me and in the lead; the Master. The very sight on this man made my blood boil beneath my skin. Every inch of me wanted to kill him, tare him to shreds and feed him to a Weevil, but I couldn't, the Doctor wouldn't want me to. The smile on the Master's face made my want to puke. I turned away from him, already sick of the sight of him, an I looked straight at the clock.

Midnight. The horrid time of the day, or night, where I was the subject of terrible and unspoken tortures. For a long and terrible hour I would have to suffer this torture. Where the Master would watch me die and then time how long it takes me to come back to life.

Sorry Ianto I will never be able to look at stopwatches again after this. If there is and after this. Will we ever get out? Oh Martha where are you?

I close my eyes and prepare myself for the worst. Then my screams fill the night air and every time I come back the first thing I see is him. How I want so much to kill him and wipe that smirk off his face.

So this is my torture, my hell. my screams in the night. my howls of pain. my endless night.

Oh hurry Martha, please! Before i go insane!

well what did you think? i hope i ended it well. please let me know what you think. thank :P