AN: As the little thingy will say, this is four weeks later. Poor Ianto… Yeah, I'm having him tortured by The Master- but he's not killing him, or doing it as far as to make him regenerate, and I really can't be bothered to show and outline all the torture, 'cause that would quickly getting boring. Hmmm…the chapter after this is like . As usual…flash backy memory thingies will be outlined and in italics.
Anyway…

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Four weeks later…

For the past month, The Doctor had positively been going out of his mind. Once he'd realised that The Master was using Ianto as another 'whipping boy' –for want of a better term- he'd been going crazy. As soon as the door opened, the words started to tumble from his mouth. "What have you done to him this time? Let me see him! No, stop…just stop! Put the boy's back together and leave Levis alone! Hurt me, kill me; do whatever, but just stop it. Please, Master!" The Master smirked and rolled his eyes as he entered the room. "Levis is unconscious. I just showed Atrum what I've been doing to his brother for the last week and well…it was fun," he announced, strolling towards his adversary. Yes, that's how things had been going for the past month; he'd been essentially torturing the youngest Timelord, and then showing his father and his brother via the Timelord 'mind meld.'

"Please…please just stop it," The other Timelord begged quietly.
"He deserves it," The Master announced, a sudden harshness filling his voice. He paused for a few moments, and then continued in a much lighter tone. "Technically, they both do, but using them both in such ways would be less fun. Anyway, do you want to see, my dear Doctor?" The brunette stared at him, a fire burning brightly in his eyes; an expression on his face was full of both anguish and anger.

"You know, I'm gong to show you anyway," The Master announced, shrugging. He then crouched in front of the other Timelord and placed his finger's on The Doctor's temples. The younger Timelord didn't bother flinching, trying to pull away or showing resistance. In fact, he did the opposite, he relaxed. Because although he didn't want to watch, or hear about his son's suffering once more, at the same time it was almost like he neededto know.

"Good boy," The Master mocked, before pushing into the younger Timelord's mind with surprising gentleness. Because The Doctor wasn't resisting him, it didn't particularly hurt either. He did however, flinch in surprise at hearing a sound, originating from the other Timelord's mind. "W-What?" he gasped.
"There'll be time to discuss that in the future," The Master growled. He drew the memory up from the recesses of his mind and gave the other man front row seats to it, ensuring to show only the pivotal points; the memory playing and both of them viewing it through the mental connection.

A memory from one week previously…

"Shut the fuck up, Koschei," Ianto grunted, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor, eyeing the other Timelord in irritation and attempting to ignore the pain in his head and face from where he'd been struck. The Master grabbed him tightly by the hair and yanked his head up in one swift, violent motion. "Perhaps, if you were to show some respect, and use my name, Levis…then things would become easier for you." The younger Timelord hissed in pain and tried to pull free of his grip.
"We both know that's not true."
"Good point," The Master acknowledged smirking in amusement. "I must say…I'm pleased you've yet to break. However, your father and brother are very concerned," he mocked, placing a hand over one of his hearts and wiping a fake tear "Very touching."
"Can we just get on with this? I'm bored, and I may soon fall asleep. All this-staying-awake-for-as-long-as-you-can-in-order-to-stay-more-alert-because-we're-both-really-weird-thing that Atrum and I have going on is you know…tiring," Ianto changed the subject briskly.
"Ugh. You're rambling. Yes…I suppose it'll shut you up," The Master pulled out his laser screwdriver; that malicious glint in his eyes again- that Ianto had come to realise was never a good sign. "Right, go on then," the younger Timelord agreed, glancing at the ceiling in feigned boredom- he was obviously attempting to steel himself for the pain that was inevitably going to occur.

The Master shrugged, raised his screwdriver, pointed it at Ianto and pressed a button. The little device hummed to life and a beam of crackling electricity shot out, crashing into the younger Timelord, but as opposed to fading it rippled through his body. Ianto tensed, and convulsed slightly, a cry of pain escaping his throat as agony swam through him. After about fifteen seconds, The Master released the button and it all stopped, immediately. The younger Timelord sagged against the wall, a slight groaning passing his lips. "What the fuck was that?" he gasped.

"A new function," The Master announced brightly "Also…a shorter and weaker version of what you're about to experience," he fiddled with the screwdriver, as though adjusting the setting and then shot another stream of electricity at the other Timelord. Ianto collapsed, falling away from the wall and writhing on the floor; trying to control himself, to distance himself from the pain that he was experiencing. However, as the experience went on the pain seemed to increase; leaving him shaking on the floor as the fire burned through his muscles, coursing through his whole body. It didn't take him long to lose any remaining amount of control he had; and moments later a raw scream of pain burst free from his throat.

By the time the memory had ended showing and The Master had pulled out of his mind, The Doctor was shaking slightly. Tears burned in his eyes, threatening to fall but he forced them back. "You bastard," he moaned, his voice breaking slightly. "How can you do that to him? You used to be friends! How can torturing either of them even cross your mind? You bastard! Please, please, just stop it! Anything…I swear, I'll do anything!" his voice flickered between anger, guilt and sorrow as he both pleaded with and shouted at the other Timelord.
The Master stood up and smirked down at his adversary. "This is all your fault, Doctor."

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Owen pulled against his restraints, shouting in fury and desperation; it hurt his throat a bit, but he really didn't care. Every since The Master had left him, he'd been quiet and withdrawn…apart from now; where he was flipping out again. For the last month…well, it'd been the most useless he'd probably ever felt. He was meant to protect his little brother; it was an unwritten rule. His job. And he'd failed. His little brother was being suffering, being tortured and there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing. He'd tried bartering with The Master, begging, threatening, everything- but none of it had worked. The Master wasn't aiming to kill Ianto, no…but he was still torturing him. Him and Jack. Only…The Master hadn't shown him or his father what Jack had been through. With Ianto, however, the eldest Timelord seemed to receive much satisfaction from showing Owen, and The Doctor- he knew that for a fact, because The Master had gloated- what he'd been doing to the youngest Timelord. So far he'd suffered beatings, short term drugs that messed with the nervous system, mental assaults, various weapons, and all other kinds of shit, and it had only been four weeks. "I'm sorry, Levis. I…I've let you down," he whispered, his voice breaking as a few tears escaped his eyes. He'd failed his little brother- failed to protect him.

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Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months… Things continued the way they were, and if anything…they got worse. Owen and The Doctor were barely touched, as it seemed The Master preferred to make them suffer via the means of the suffering of others. The three other Timelords hadn't been reunited. Ianto and Jack continued to be tortured at regular occurrences, and in the latter's case- killed repeatedly. Endless amounts of resistance members were hauled upon the ship, tortured and killed- sometimes in front of The Doctor, some times in front of Owen, or Ianto, and in some cases…in front of the cameras- in order to be made an example of. In short…the ears of the prisoner's on board the Valiant heard a lot of screams. The state of play on Earth was said too be disastrous; hell on Earth. However…one young woman travelled around the Earth for as long as she could, spreading hope in the darkest of times. Telling the story of The Doctor and offering comfort in times of peril and horror.