Okay, now officially rated M for graphic violence and torture. Don't like, don't read. Also, this story somehow turned into a Four/Sarah/Tengu thing. I'm not really sure how that happened, but I'm going to keep going with it. On with the story…

Chapter 7

Four was sitting in a chair in a room that had a window which showed a white room with a white table and white manacles hanging from the ceiling.

Four looked to the door when it opened. A man dressed in a black suit walked in. "Who are you?" the Doctor instantly asked.

"I believe you refer to me as your 'best enemy,'" responded the man.

"Ah. The Master. You've regenerated. How did you manage that? You were on your last life, last time I saw you."

That is not your concern."

"Where is Sarah?"

"Also not your concern, for the moment. A few of your other selves will be joining you soon."

"Good. I was getting quite worried about myselves."

"As well you should, Doctor," replied the Master with a smile.

"I asked you where you are taking us," said a loud and irritated voice from the corridor. The voice belonged to the sixth Doctor. He, Two, Seven, and Eight were shoved into the room.

"You!" the four newcomers hissed at the Master.

"But, you died in the TARDIS," Eight protested.

"I have my ways," the Master replied.

"What's happened?" Seven asked Four.

"The rest of us Doctors were together. One, Three, Five, Nine, and-"

"Ten?" interrupted Two. "There's ten of us now?"

"Unofficially, yes."

"What do you mean by that?" inquired Six.

"Ten isn't supposed to be one of us. She's a Skonian woman named Tengu. This is actually her second go as our tenth life. And I suspect that the Master has something to do with that," Four explained.

"Very good deduction," the young-faced Master complimented.

"Why are we all together?" Two asked.

"In the Death Zone? It is a fun vengeance for me. In this room? I'm going to have a lot of fun playing with your emotions."

"How do you plan on achieving that?" Seven challenged.

"Now, now, telling you would spoil the surprise," said the black-suited Time Lord. He leaned over and whispered in Four's ear. "This window is one-way. You'll be able to see and hear everything that goes on in there. But, whoever is in there can't do the same." The Master didn't wait for Four's reaction before he strode out the door.

Once outside, the Master took out a device like the sonic screwdriver and bolted the door shut. Outside the door to the White Room stood a reptilian hunter with an unconscious and blindfolded Sarah Jane in his arms. The Master took Sarah into his arms and carried her into the room. He laid her on the table, then went to a closet and rummaged through it. He took out a handled metal plate and fiddled with its settings. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to Sarah.

She started to stir when the Master stroked the soft skin of her neck. He held the metal plate below the table and out of sight.

"Doctor?" Sarah called as soon as she was coherent. She raised a hand to take off the blindfold.

The Master gently grabbed her wrist. "Not yet," he said. "Your eyes will hurt from the sudden light."

"Where am I? Where is the Doctor?"

"You're still in the Death Zone, but you are safe in my care. The Doctor is still unconscious."

Sarah seemed to be accepting of his answers.

"Sarah Jane, for a human, you are very attractive. No wonder the Doctor likes you so much. Close your eyes. I'm going to take off the blindfold now."

Sarah nodded and allowed him to take off the black cloth.

"Now, slowly open your eyes, and turn over onto your side. There's a wound on your back that needs to be attended to."

Sarah followed his instructions. The Master tore the back of her shirt halfway and exposed the large bruise on the back of her shoulder and base of her neck. Sarah didn't see the Master's sadistic grin in the mirror. "Who are you?" she finally asked.

The boyish-faced Time Lord didn't answer. He raised the now glowing orange metal plate and brought it down on Sarah's bruised shoulder.

Her eyes flew open and she screamed as the metal burned her skin. She struggled t get away, and managed to knock the plate out of the Master's hand. She fell from the table to the white floor.

Sarah frantically glanced around for the door, but didn't see it because it blended in with the white wash of the room. In desperation, she scurried to her feet, stumbled to the mirror, and started hammering on the hard plastic surface with her fists, unknowingly trying to get to her Doctor.

"Sarah Jane, you asked me who I was," said the Master.

Sarah turned around and pressed her back against the mirror, putting on a brave face.

"I am the Master."

"The Doctor told me about you."

The Time Lord slowly approached her, the hot plate in his hand. "Did he really? And what did he have to say about his old friend?"

"Nothing pleasant," Sarah replied before charging at him.

This took the Master by surprise. Her momentum sent them both to the floor, the red-hot metal plate clattering across the floor. Sarah got to it first and sprang up to her feet.

"You're not going to use that on me," the Master stated after he got up.

"What makes you say that?"

"You're too scared."

Sarah glanced from the boy-faced Time Lord's face, to the plate, then back to him. She threw the red-hot plate at his head and ran to the nearest wall, feeling it for a door seam.

So desperate was Sarah that she didn't realize that the Master had dodged the heated projectile. She yelped in fear when he yanked her backwards by her hair. He didn't hesitate in slamming her face into the wall. She was dazed enough for him to propel her towards the table. She struck the edge of it with her ribs.

The Master didn't wait for Sarah to recover before he picked up the metal plate and slammed her face to the table. Blood spurted from Sarah's nose. The Master stopped her from resisting by pressing her between him and the red-spotted table. He then brought the plate down on her previously burned shoulder. This time, Sarah Jane wasn't able to shake it off. When the Master finally did remove the hot object, he didn't give her a break before pressing it against her side. Her pained cries began anew.

The Master set the metal plate down and turned Sarah around to face him. Her eyes were still tightly closed. The Time Lord took a blade from his pocket and plunged all the way to the hilt into Sarah's thigh. He carved three long gashes like this before he put it away.

Crimson Human blood poured from Sarah's new injury, staining the entire leg of her blue jeans. She once again tried to fight back when the Master picked up the hot plate.

"Stupid girl," he said, serving a punch to her stomach. "Do you wish to die of blood loss? I need to cauterize the wound."

"Don't you-you want me to die?"

"Of course not. I only want you to suffer."

"Wh-" Sarah's question became a scream as the metal plate was pressed against her thigh.

It took three burns to completely cauterize all three gashes in Sarah's leg. The Master stepped away from her, letting her fall to the floor. He went to the closet, rifling through its contents and singing a fast-paced song.

Sarah shakily got to her feet. She nearly collapsed again. Breathing and limping heavily, she once again looked for the door. She spotted an inconsistency in the wall and staggered over to it. Her face lit up when she discovered that it was the door. She felt around for a way to open it, but found none. Sarah turned when she heard the Master's approaching footsteps.

He said, "It's isomorphic. Like the TARDIS, it'll only work for certain species or people."

"Why… why do you want me to suffer?"

"You are your Doctor's one weakness. Imagine his reaction when he sees you after I'm done."

"You're insane."

"I know. It's what makes me so interesting," the Master replied before bringing down a short metal stick on her head.

Sarah ducked away from the blow, but the stick still caught her shoulder. Blue electrical sparks jumped to Sarah's shoulder, resulting in a heavy shock. Sarah yelped as the Time Lord hit her over and over with the electrically charged rod. Once she was beaten into submission, he pulled her up to her feet by her hair and pushed her into the table. He outstretched her right arm on the table and brought down the hot metal plate on her hand and wrist.

At the burning of her flesh, Sarah began screaming again. She whimpered and sobbed when the Master stopped. An angry red-black burn covered the back of her hand and encircled her wrist. Sarah started to pull her hand back, but the crazed Time Lord grabbed it again. "Please…" Sarah begged. "H-Have mercy."

The Master showed no mercy when he shattered the bones of her burnt hand and wrist with the electric stick. It took three blows.

Sarah pulled her arm back and cradled it against her chest in an effort to protect it. She looked up at the Master's face with pleading tear-filled eyes. The young-faced Time Lord reveled in this for a moment before he seized a fistful of her hair and roughly tilted her head back to force her to stare into his eyes.

He said, "Oh no, Sarah Jane Smith. It isn't over yet."

Sarah was in too much pain to offer much resistance as the Master half-dragged her by her uninjured arm to the hanging manacles. She let him cuff her left wrist up, but resisted when he made a grab for the tight one.

"Would you like me to break the other hand?" he threatened.

Sarah reluctantly offered the Master her injured hand, which he locked into the manacle. He had made sure that she was facing the mirror. The chains had enough slack for Sarah to go to her knees, but that would put even more pressure on her broken wrist. She struggled to stay standing.

The Master went back to the closet and took out a nine-tailed whip. He went back to Sarah, yanked her head up by her hair, and crushed her lips with his. She turned her head away when he finally pulled from the violating kiss.

"You didn't like that? Maybe you'll reconsider with a promise of no more pain."

Sarah's head slowly lifted at the consideration.

"That's right. All you have to do is become my companion."

"If this is… is the way you treat… companions…"

"I won't. And my TARDIS, my Paradox Machine can heal you."

"No. I-I can't… I won't b-betray the Doctor."

"Why not? You can have power, and will never have to be afraid with me. Not to mention I'm much better looking and ambitious than he is. What's the reason ou're choosing him over me?"

"He's my best friend… He's everything to me."

"Tell me exactly what you mean."

Sarah shook her head.

"He's not here. You can say it," the Master encouraged. He was once again met with silence. "Say it!" he ordered, snapping the nine-tailed whip against her slashed and burned thigh.

Sarah's leg gave out and she fell to her knees. She shrieked asd her broken wrist was pulled taut. "II love him," Sarah sobbed.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

Sarah Jane swallowed and said in a slightly clearer voice. "I love him. I love my Doctor."

"Oh really? I want you to say that again. But, this time, look at yourself in the mirror."

Sarah did so, unknowingly making eye contact with her Doctor.

"But, why do you love him?"

"I-I don't know… I just do. He means… everthing to me."

"But, he is a Time Lord. He-"

"I don't care. J-Just traveling and having adventures with him is enough," Sarah admitted, a faraway look in her eyes.

The Master brought Sarah back to reality with a strike of the whip to her back. He did not hold back his strength. Five strikes and forty-five gashes later, Sarah's leg gave out. She gasped when she dropped to her knees.

The Master did not pull her back up when he said, "You can end this now. All you have to do is say yes. Will you leave the Doctor and help me?"

"No," Sarah refused, weakly shaking her head.

The Master let out a theatrical sigh before striking her with the whip again. He did not stop the torture until Sarah's blood solidly painted the white floor beneath her red. She was completely slumped forward in the chains, eyes closed, and breathing shallowly. But, she was still conscious enough to cry out when the Time Lord unchained her and she landed on her broken wrist.

With a cold smile, the Master put away the whip, electric stick, and metal plate. He then stalked out of the room, leaving Sarah Jane lying in a pool of her own blood. With the same grin on his face, the Master went into the observation room and said to the five Doctors, "Well, what do you think?"

The instant the evil Time Lord stepped into the room, Four charged at him. The Master aimed his laser screwdriver at him. He instantly stopped in his tracks.

"You know, I was going to let you go to her, but after that-" the Master stated.

"No, please! Let me go to her," Four pleaded.

"Beg," ordered the Master.

Four went to his knees and looked up at the Master's face. "Master, please, I beg of you. let me go to Sarah Jane."

The Master pondered for a moment before nodding his head. He led the fourth Doctor into the White Room, and left him and Sarah Jane Smith alone.