The Master had lost count of how long he had been trapped in the room but he knew it had been at least a full day. He felt tired and hungry, but extremely furious and enraged above all else. He wanted so badly to get his hands around the Doctors neck and strangle him to death. No, he wanted him to die slower than that. An excruciating, never-ending torture that would even follow him into the afterlife. Now that sounded like a perfect death!
The Master grinned to himself at the thought, but then stopped and actually took in his surroundings. The room was all white and had a flat platform like bench as big as a small bed in the corner. The room held some small memory that the Master had forgotten a long time ago. Then panic rose in the Master's mind as a memory entered his mind. That thing that he had tried so hard to forget, that he had blocked out for so long! He broke out in a nervous sweat at even just the thought of what this room meant.
Two generations ago… He had been in this same room. And he had been scared of the color white ever since. The Master sat up and tried to think. Certainly the Doctor couldn't possibly have….. THAT planned for him… Could he!
The Master heard the Doctor at the door and it opened. He stepped in and locked the door behind him. "I was beginning to think you would never realize what I put you in here for. Really Master. You've only been in here for an hour." The Master was sitting up against the far wall and scrambled to get into a standing position.
"That's not fair! You can't just read my mind whenever you want to!" The Master roared at the Doctor. The Doctor moved towards the Master and he shuffled backwards into the corner, realizing that the Doctor fully did intend to do… that thing. The Doctor stood taller than the Master and he folded his arms, looking like a stern parent down at the Master. "Come on Master, you know that you deserve this. And actually, you deserve a lot more than what I'm about to give you. So take it like a Time Lord," the Doctor said, though in reality it broke his heart to see the Master so scared.
The Master's eyes were now wide with fear, though he refused to admit it. He suddenly broke down and fell to his knees, cowering in the corner. "No! You can't do this to me! I'm the bloody Master! It's not fair!"
The Doctor had a sympathetic look on his face as he knelt down to the Master's height. "As much as you may hate to admit it, you know that you NEED this. You know that Master."
"No! I DON'T need this!" The Master shot up quickly and sprinted for the door, but the Doctor simply grabbed his ankle and the master came crashing down without his arms to catch him. "You did that on purpose! You just love watching me in pain, don't you!" the Master yelled from the floor. He tried to get to his feet but he looked positively ridiculous, like a worm having spasms.
It took everything the Doctor had not to laugh out loud at the ridiculous sight. He grabbed the Master by the back of his pants and the collar of his shirt, scaring the master at how easily the Doctor could pick him up. The Doctor put him back on his feet but held onto his arm. "Please Master, I just want to help you. You must have so much guilt over all the things you've done and the people you've killed."
"Guilt? Guilt! I'm a GOD, I don't feel guilt for killing those pathetic humans! They all deserved it! And I should have killed you along with the rest of them, you bastard!"
In one moment the Doctor's face went from worried to angry and the Master suddenly felt fear beginning to build. The Doctor grabbed him by the scruff of the Master's collar and dragged him over to the bench where he sat down and tried to pull the Master over his lap. The Master, though, pulled away quick enough and ran to the door. He kicked it with his knee and yelled for help.
"Help! Please, someone help! Jack, open the door!" It had been a very, very long time since the Doctor had hear the Master even think the word please and mean it genuinely. He didn't want to do what he was about to do, but he knew that it had to be done. He tried every possible option and this was the last one. He had to change the Master, had to help him get over the drumming and the pain and the evilness.
"Jack isn't going to help you Master. Besides, he probably can't hear you either." The Master turned around angrily and glowered at the Doctor.
"I swear I will kill you," the Master threatened.
"Master I'm going to give you a chance. If you come over here by yourself then it won't be as bad," the Doctor offered.
The Master stood defiantly and if he could have folded his arms he would have. "I'm not going to let you. I'm the Master."
The Doctor sighed and looked hopefully at the Master. "Last chance. Please, Master, you know I just want to help you. I would never seriously hurt or injure you."
"But that's what you're going to do right now! You're a hypocrite! A bloody hypocrite!" the Master shouted.
"Master." The Doctor sounded very resolute and looked very stern. "Come here. Now."
The Master glared at the Doctor and stood his ground. "Go to hell."
The Doctor stood up quietly with a sigh and walked over to the Master who gulped and took a step back, suddenly losing his current confidence. The Doctor grabbed him by the arm and tried to walk him back but the Master dropped down to the floor like dead weight. "If you're acting like a child then I'm just going to treat you like one," the Doctor said. He dragged the Master over to the bench. He then sat down and in one quick move had the Master over his lap.
"Nooo!" the Master screamed. "You-you can't do this!"
The Doctor held him down and held his legs down with one leg while the other leg supported the Master who was by now kicking and screaming and twisting wildly. "Master! Calm down," the Doctor said.
But the Master only struggled harder. When he found that he wasn't getting anywhere, he bit down on the Doctor's hand so hard that he drew blood. The Doctor yelped and smacked the Master's backside hard, surprising him. "You can't do this!" the Master protested.
"I just want to help you Master," the Doctor said. Then he raised his hand high in the air and brought it down with a quick SMACK!
The Master hissed and his head lifted up in surprise. "Dammit, that hurt you bastard!"
The Doctor smacked him again. "That's the point." SMACK!