Hi all! Thank you for the reviews! Here is the second chapter, I hope you'll enjoy. If so, please let me know. :) Oh, and I forgot to mention at the first chapter, but sadly I don't own DW.

When Solomon woke up, he slowly made his way to the control room. He knew every passing minute causes unbearable pain to the Doctor, hopefully sold into slavery for a huge amount of money in the very near future. He wanted to break him. Slowly. Not only for his own satisfaction – as he truly started to detest this man – but also because of the customers. They preferred slaves that were already a bit broken, they were easier to control. Although most didn't want them completely shattered, they usually wanted to play with them, break them in themselves. Solomon knew some of the richest customers, who bought the feisty ones who were 'fresh', still in good conditions, ready for 'training'. He heard rumours about the cruel methods these people came out with just to break and torture people. Some made even him shudder but he decided he would take the Doctor to them first to offer him for sale.
He found him on his knees, just as he left him the night before, the robots nearby. He was satisfied that the Doctor shook slightly from exhaustion.
"So, how was your sleep? Comfortable, I hope!" he mocked the Doctor.
"Where are you taking me?" he was too tired to play this game now.
"Curious, are we? Why should I tell you? You do as you are told, and you live. For a while." he chuckled "But enough of this. You have work to do. Get up!"
The Doctor tried, but his legs could hardly support him. As he wasn't quick enough, the robots grabbed him and roughly led him to the place he worked the day before.
"Actually, I could work much better and faster with my screwdriver" he mentioned casually to Solomon.
"Do you really think I am so stupid, and would let you have your weapon? Now GO BACK TO WORK!" Solomon stressed his words with a solid punch to the Doctor's stomach.
He hurt, he was tired, hungry and really worried for Amy, Rory and the others. This wasn't his best day, but then again, at least Solomon didn't torture him. Well, not explicitly. Yet. Although something told him his relative peace wouldn't last much longer.
Finally Solomon left him alone with the two cruel robots. He knew he had to use this to his advantage. When the robots went a little further, he quietly sneaked out of the room, to the corridors. Not much later they noticed his escape, but he had to go on anyway and find his screwdriver. Then he could get to one of the 'lifeboats' and finally leave this cursed ship behind.
So he ran, all the way trying to hide from the gigantic robots, holding onto the metal walls for support. He knew they would show no mercy if they recaptured him. He headed for the control room, where Solomon must hold his screwdriver. When he sneaked into the room, the precious object was placed on a table behind Solomon, as the captain was reading something on one of the monitors. So he went up, as quietly as he could. He finally grabbed it, and turned... and saw the one of the robots coming his way. He quickly started to run the other way, only to run into the other robot, which caught him in an merciless iron grip, his arms twisted behind his back.

Solomon came up to him.

"I showed you, you cannot play with me! You think you want to leave? Let me tell you: you will only leave when I sold you to your new master! But now, let's teach you a lesson about obedience. The first of many."
"Let me go! I am no slave, and never will be!" he said angrily, trying to get out of their hands. His captors only chuckled, they must have heard such protests many times.
"Tie his hands to the poles!" he ordered, pointing to a massive horizontal pipe on the ceiling. "And get the whip here!" he wanted to do this the moment he saw the Doctor's self-confident behaviour. He was not simply a businessman, he did love this job.
"What? No! Leave me alone!" struggling even harder to get away from them, with no success. They tied his hands above his head, separated, so he was completely vulnerable from all sides. Solomon stepped close to him, his nose almost touching the Doctor's.
"How does it feel? To be at my mercy? I can do anything I wanted to you. Anything at all. Is it worth it? To be my slave to save the pathetic lives of your pathetic friends?
"Always" he said firmly.
"So noble now, uh? I will ask you a few days later, when you scream from pain. I wonder what will be your answer then."
The robots returned with the whip.
"Roll his shirt up!" they removed his braces and rolled up his shirt onto his shoulders. The Doctor was thankful they did not rip his clothes or stripped him completely. At least a bit of dignity left.
He stood there, with his front and back naked, bruises shown from his earlier beatings. Solomon spoke again: "Start!"
The first lash came across his back. He tried to brace himself for it, but as the hit came, he closed his eyes tightly and couldn't hold back the grunt that escaped his lips from the brutal force of the blow.
The second cut his stomach. He tried everything not to scream: he held his breath and bit his lips. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction.
The lashes came cruelly and slowly, to let him feel every bit of the pain. Across his back, his chest, his sides. Everywhere. All three of them constantly laughing, mocking him as he desperately tried not to cry out.
"You want this?" Solomon showed him his screwdriver between lashes. He laughed and hit him hard across the face. "Here it is! Take it!"
Then finally, after an eternity, Solomon stopped them "That is enough for now. Did you learn your lesson, slave? Will you try to escape again?" the Doctor didn't answer "One more!" they gave every force to this last one.
They left him there, half standing on his shaking legs, half hanging from his aching hands, his head hung. He tried to think of something nice. Amy. His Amy. Amy Pond, the girl who waited. As much pain as he was in, he would never decide otherwise than to exchange himself for the lives of his friends. Even only one of them would have been worth it.
He knew from experience he had to cling to the good memories to survive such torture. So he tried to think about their adventures, and the laughter and smiles they all shared together, especially with this witty ginger girl. He missed her so much, and hoped that everything went well and they are at home by now. He hoped he would see them again someday.