SPOILERS FOR 'The Pandorica Opens'
This is sort of a sequel, or a continuation on Trapped.
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"Listen to me! I can help you. I can help you all. But you have to let me out. Just…please…let me out of here."
The Doctor sighed and slumped back into the metal seat, no longer straining against his metal bindings.
"Please…" he beseeched, eyes screwed up and fists clenched.
Words descended on him, filling the air with their menacing tone.
Why should they let you out?
The words circled him like hissing serpents, ridiculing him.
What have you ever done for them? Hmmm?
He didn't answer, merely gritted his teeth and flashed his eyes around the box, but knowing the source of the words couldn't be seen.
But that didn't mean it wasn't in the box with him…
You think you can rule the universe with fear, do you?
But they are not afraid of you.
They are merely afraid of what you will do. Afraid of the lives that will be lost if you have control.
You deserve your fate.
He swallowed. He took a breath through his nose and let it out through his clenched teeth.
He glanced over at his index finger, cuffed to the armrest like the rest of his hand. He raised it and pointed, before wiggling it. He breathed a sigh of relief as he did so.
He still had control.
For now.
The voice just laughed. A sound so mocking and full of contempt that he shuddered.
But then he realised the laughter was coming from his own mouth.
He tried to stop himself. To clamp his mouth shut. But he carried on laughing, his mouth involuntarily twisting itself into a smirk.
"I'm in control now," he found himself saying.
"Listen! Just listen for a moment!" he yelled, his voice so different, so cold, that the conferring that had been going on outside the box ceased immediately.
"I have saved myself. Gone are my dreams of hope and courage, which slaughtered many of your kinds. Gone are my ridiculous plans, which I'd made myself believe would do good."
He was smiling that twisted smirk, knowing that everyone was listening to him.
"I have killed so many. I have done so much damage. Now, I claim responsibility for this. Gone are the days when I could convince myself that I was free and innocent. I am guilty."
He couldn't stop himself, and in his head, he could hear the laugh again. Echoing against the walls of his skull.
"So free me. Free me. And then think of all the pain, all the loss, the chaos I have brought upon your souls and your friends. Think of this. And kill me."
He could hear footsteps coming towards the box.
He tried to fight, snarling and screaming but he was silenced.
"Kill me."
And he laughed again.