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Warning! This is a M rated (or R rated) and Rape/Non-Con fiction !
As usual, the Master's plan had failed again. As usual, his shenanigans had turned against him. As usual, he tried to run away from his punishment and the creatures he had led on. As usual, he failed that part too.
He had promised Kylneth, leader of one of Agiel Major's tribes, to give them the royal throne before the latter realised the Master was just using them to get the crown for him only.
Indeed, the Master had planned on overthrowing the powerless king to get the control of Agiel Major with the help of Kylneth's tribe, exploiting and ruling mercilessly the inhabitants to get his dear Doctor's attention and maybe flying away afterwards when he'd have get enough.
But the Master had underestimated the intelligence of Kylneth and their people. He had assumed that as they* were living poorly in addition of being tremendously ruthless and strong –they* could crush rocks with their bare hands, they* just could not have a brain too.
Kylneth had enough of his lies, especially when they caught him with a device of his supposed to reduce them and their people to conscienceless and obedient puppets.
"You traitor !" Kylneth screamt.
The Master was startled. He hadn't noticed the proud leader.
"Kylneth, my dear fellow." He said in a faked delighted tone. "What are you doing in my cabin (Tardis) ? Shouldn't you be alongside your loyal people to bright them up before the morrow merciless battle ?"
"Stop trying to own me, you shameless fraud ! Unlike my people, you are not loyal at all !" They claimed before taking their dagger out of their leather belt.
The Master sniggered at them.
"Come now, good Kylneth, you do not mean it." He came closer of the warrior. "You do not actually wish to slay me." Kylneth slowly stepped back, still threatening him with their dagger. "Drop your weapon, my friend." The Master ordered smoothly. "You will do as I say." He was a few inches away from Kylneth's eyes. "You will obey me."
Kylneth felt a little dizzy for an instant. Only a short instant since they managed to cut the Master's left cheek. More than pain, he screamed out of anger.
"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF DIRT !" He expelled. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU MISERABLE LOWLIFE ?"
"I am the one who won't be enslaved !" The warrior answered before giving a severe blow in the face of the Time Lord who sank to the floor.
* Kylneth tribe
Kylneth is a non-binary person. Imagine them as a female, a male, an intersex or a genderless person, as you wish. I'll put a star for every "them" or "they" that doesn't refer to Kylneth.