Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to Doctor Who which belongs to the BBC etc, no copyright infringement is intended and no money/profit is being made this is for entertainment only please support the official program etc. I also do not own the song "Mickey" written by Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn.
Rated M. Warnings: This fic contains sexually suggestive situations, a very toxic and unhealthy relationship, violence, emotional/psychological torment, sci-fi, coarse language, cruel humour and most importantly Missy! Also there will be spoilers for Seasons 8&9.
Pairing: Missy x Clara.
A/N: This is a short multichapter story not to be taken too seriously. I am self confessed Missfle trash, garbage, waste etc! If you happen to be like minded then I hope you enjoy. This chapter contains cruel violence which may be upsetting/triggering for some readers.
Chapter Five: Breaking The Trance.
"Another thing that absolutely enrages me about you humans..."
The Mistress was ranting but Clara didn't seem to care. She was enraptured by the purple bolts of static flickering above the console. It was so different to the Doctors but she couldn't help but like it. Clara found herself reaching out to touch it and Missy furious at being ignored, thrust Claras arm right into the centre of the lightshow until a searing shock broke her out of her fascinated trance.
"OW!" Clara felt a stream of hot embarassing tears fall down her cheeks.
"You still haven't said thank you!" The Mistress chastised sharply, still gripping onto her arm threateningly.
Clara looked up at the psychopath in fierce defiance.
"I'm..NOT..playing...your...sick..games..."
"Wrong answer."
This time she forced Claras arm into the lightning and held it there until she was screaming uncontrollably.
"THANK...YOU..."
Missy swiftly pulled her out of the cascade of electricity before fixing her with a frustrated stare before sighing irately.
"I haven't got all day, well actually I do have all of time but my patience with you is wearing thin. Thank you what?"
Clara was going to hate herself for a very long time after this, but as strong and stubborn as she was, not even she could endure any more of the burning.
"Thank you.. Mistress."
"Now there's a good girl." Cooed Missy as she released her arm and gently wiped away Claras tears.
"My Clara..."
Clara looked down awkwardly but didn't fight as she was pulled into a smug embrace and Missy started to stroke her hair.
"I always knew there was going to be a spark between us!" Missy sighed contentedly before lifting up Claras chin and planting a feverishly sensual kiss on her lips.