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Three Sisters
chapter two:pain
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"I know you're busy, with the War and all, but I want you to take special care with this one."
"Oh?" Pain's gaze drifted over the Doctor. "Why is that? Did the big bad Time Lord hurt ickle sister's feelings?"
"That's none of your business!"
"Hurting is always my business."
"Then get on with it! And be thorough. I want him to beg for me."
"When he does, will you oblige him?"
"I haven't decided."
Pain knelt down and looked into the Doctor's eyes as he squinted against her brightness. "No hurry." She stroked his cheek, causing him to cry out. "This may take a while."
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It took a while. He loved life and would not surrender it easily, but Pain didn't mind. It didn't have to be easy. She toyed with him endlessly, prolonging the dance, and Death watched them both, delighted. The Doctor had known Pain before, so intimately and on so many occasions, that he really thought he might resist her advances. But she knew things he didn't know. Knew his weaknesses. Knew the things he'd forced himself to forget.
She made him remember.
After that, it was almost too easy.