13 awoke to the sound of keys.
On this key chain, she deduced there were many other prisoners in the cells surrounding her. The heavy clatter was more consistent and more irritating than a steel drum in the hands of a 5-year-old.
She stirred groggily, fatigue dripping off of her, most likely because the timelord hadn't slept in 5 earth days, obviously for her species she needs less sleep, but that's nearly an entire week!
13 hadn't moved since she dropped her form onto the floor when she first arrived.
Even when the food slid under the door just now, she didn't move to get it, nor even turn her head.
13 only sat and stared at the plate, disgusted.
The sight was pitiful to say the least. A once all-knowing timelord, confined to a cell for more then 12 hours?
Once upon a time the thought was unthinkable, but now it seems there's no where else the alien could be.
The keys soon opened the door.
It screeched with age.
In entered the warden with boots up to the knees, gun in holster and an all too polished badge. By the door stood the guard. A guard with a gun that could only held with two hands...
"I trust you slept well," the warden laughed, pacing with arrogant strides.
The doctor didn't move, nor did she flinch.
"Talker isn't she," the warden noted this to the guard, then crouched to the Doctor's height, which was currently crumpled on the floor, with no sense of personal space.
"You! Are a disgusting, filthy, cold-blooded criminal!" The pompous voice spat, then chortled upon the horror-ridden face carved by 13 afterwards. "And you! Will never leave this cell."
The spit was ghastly to say the least. It went in her eyes and on her lips.
She wiped the mess away with her sleeve.
After she removed her arm, she noticed the face still staring at her with hatred.
The face was angry with eyebrows intertwined into the merciless eyes below. Lips tightly pressed together, ready to burst at a single breath.
The figure laughed again and rose, towering over the Doctor's shrunken form below them, taking intimidating strides back and forth, whilst chuckling at 13's helplessness.
"You'll never get a change of clothes, a shower, visitor, a bed, a sanitary product or anything more then that hole in the ground to relieve yourself,"
The doctor looked at the warden with pleading eyes of sorrow, the anger and fear was evident through the crease in her forehead.
"You'll be given the basic scraps in order to survive this long and eternal nightmare of course,"
And with that, the warden and the guard began to exit, but stopped for one last hit, "oh, and if you don't eat..."
"we'll make you,"
These were some of the last words the doctor would hear for a while, and some of the limited, precious light she would crave to have again.
She jumped up to follow after but was dragged to the ground by the chains on her ankles.
"Please!" She begged "don't leave me in here!"