A/N: Here we go. This chapter is probably going to be the reason I rated it T (Torture/Sexual Harrassment) I will not be very graphic though. You have fair warning. You may want to skip this chapter.
"In fact, Rory, since I think you are going to cause me a lot of trouble, I think I'll break you... now." The Master gave an evil grin, coupled with another sidlong glance at Rory.
"No. Not gonna happen."
"Oh, Rory, Rory. You should have realized by now that as long as it concerns you, if I want it to happen it will happen. Understand?"
Rory was silent. He was pretty sure if he spoke again, he was going to squeak. He did not like the way the Master was looking at him.
"Do not resist me, Rory." The Master walked over, took Rory's hand and led him into the Master's bedroom. Then, the Master got out a knife. "Now, Rory, I'm afraid I like hurting other people. Especially such fascinating people as you. "
"No...Don't." Rory couldn't move. He wanted to run, so far away but he couldn't even move as the Master held him against the wall and started to cut him with the knife. The Master avoided his face and neck though.
"Well, that's enough of that." He threw the knife behind him, where it stuck in the wall. "I think it's time to try something else." He glanced down. Rory was bleeding from minor cuts on his chest. "Guess I'll have to be a little gentle with you. But only just a little."
He pulled Rory away from the wall and pushed him down on the bed. He straddled Rory easily. "Ooh, I've wanted to do this to you for awhile." He smashed his mouth against Rory's. Rory wanted to scream. This could not be happening. It couldn't.
The Master pulled away, slightly, breathing heavily. "Got a new command for you, Rory. Want to hear it?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Tough. Make love with me, Rory..."
A/N: *ducks the rocks and bricks being thrown at me* OK. Please review. Reviews may be medically necessary here. (I'm really rather nervous about this chapter.(
