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I'm glad you all enjoyed the first chapter and I've had a few good reviews so as I promised here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy!!
And I'm really sorry (too those who saw it anyway) that I posted chapter one twice, I'm new at this and I didn't no how to do it!! Oops!
Amy
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Again there is more torture and major telepathy usage!
I OWN NOTHING!
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CHAPTER 2
WOULD YOU HURT FOR THE MAN YOU LOVE?
Pain seared through his head, worse than last time. The master was angry he hadn't screamed out loud. So he made his little visit inside his mind more, unbearable. He could see the Doctor, dying in his arms again. God, the master was trying; he wanted him to cry so badly. But how long would he last? How long would Jack last? Seeing your only love die in your arms over and over hurts. And finally Jack gave in to tears. He cried. He doubled over on his knees, slamming his fists into the floor. His low, deep breathing was heard all across the room. The Doctor could hear his husky sobs from his isolated spot; Jack tried so hard to be brave for the Doctor. Tried so hard not to cry, and give himself to the man he hated most. But he failed. He had given the master exactly what he wanted, he had wept over a secret. And the master was right; he felt his heart break, like someone was trying to tear it out of his heaving chest. He was screaming now, into his hands muffling the sounds as best he could.
The master stopped, freeze framing the still image of the dead Doctor in his arms. His tears soaking his and his lover's shirts. Blood drying on their torn skin. None of that mattered. What mattered was that the Doctor looked at peace. Happy. He wasn't running after some crazy alien on a killing spree. He was sleeping. He was sleeping in his arms. The heart beats stopped and he knew his Doctor would never wake from his slumber. That he would spend an eternity at peace with the world. Jack looked up, anger and sorrow in his eyes. He looked at the master. The man who owned him. He stared into his eyes, he was thinking. He was thinking loud and clear so the master could not mistake what he said. He said it firm, determined to hold his ground. All those things you said, you really think there's any chance of me staying here with you? Are you really that stupid? He thought, the master smirked at the confusion he brought to Jack's eyes. "Now Jack, you didn't really think I was that stupid did you? Did you really think that I would show you him and not have a plan?"
He walked back towards Jack; hands gripping his hair and pulling him off his knees to his feet, at first Jack struggled against his grip. Not wanting to feel owned. He had to admit, he was owned, before, but now he was the same old Jack he always was. He pulled away from the master stumbling slightly as he misplaced a foot. He could feel rage building up inside him, he had begged, groveled and maybe it was worth it. He found out that the man he thought he had lost was alive. Surely there was nothing wrong with that.
"NO Jack! I'm not that stupid. I have a deal for you. And you can't say no to this deal. This is permanent." He smirked at Jack, watched and listened as he thought what he could possibly be talking about. "Jack, if you don't do what I say, I have your Doctor in a cage. And I can do anything I want with him. But I won't. Not if you agree, because I want to kill him. I want you to watch him die a slow and painful death. But I want the drums to go away more. So I will let him live. But you will stay with me, do as I say, struggle slightly because you won't enjoy what I have planned but you will have no choice. And when you do struggle the drums stay away for longer. So do we have a deal or shall I kill the precious Doctor now?" he took his laser screwdriver out of his pocket and aimed it at the cage at the far end of the room. "Your choice" he muttered.
He couldn't breathe. He felt tears burn the insides of his eyes. How could this have happened? Jack felt sick, everything he had thought was real had vanished into nothing. He couldn't understand, his world was spinning. He surrendered once more to tears. He allowed them to trickle down his face. He fell to the floor, resting his head in his hands. Jack cried loud, nothing was right, this wasn't supposed to happen. Finally, he looked up at the master, eyes full of sorrow and fresh tears. There was nothing to do. If he fought he would lose and not only the fight, he would lose the most important thing he had now. The Doctor. He couldn't watch him die, no, not again. Not after he lived it once. That was one time to many. Nothing else mattered other than keeping him alive now. There is nothing without him, just black and hate, death and pain, sorrow and fear. So many times he tried to kill himself, stay dead so he wouldn't have to brave the world alone. He couldn't bare it. Life was to hard without his Doctor. He was worth it, the pain wouldn't be so bad if he was doing it for the doctor. "Ok." Jack whispered. Tears staining his cheeks as he continued to hold his gaze into the master's appreciative eyes.
"Come on, you didn't think you'd get away with it that easily did you? Use my name, pet" he smirked again, he was enjoying Jack squirm before the torture had even begun. "Ok master" Jack cried without moving his head he looked at the Doctor. He was only small in the distance but he could see he had been crying just as much as Jack had. The master wanted him, no, the master had him. He was no longer a time agent, or a free man, not even a member of torchwood. He was the obedient servant of a time lord. For ever bound for ever kept. There was no escape. But at least he would have some fun in making the Masters life hard.
There was a moments silence before the master finally spoke. "Come here pet" it was more of a chant than anything else. Jack took a deep breath and began walking towards him. He didn't look back at the Doctor, he didn't want to see his tear soaked face or his pleading eyes. He wanted this to be as easy as possible. When he got within the masters reach, the master grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him closer. Jacks naked chest was pressed to the masters, his face almost touching. He could hear the masters heart beats, pounding against his chest getting louder with every second of contact. "Can you hear that freak? The drums, their fading" the masters forehead rested on jacks shoulder, Jack wasn't sure what to do, so he stood still, taking deep breaths. He could feel the master inside his head, this time looking at more happy memories. The ones with him at torchwood, with Ianto.
He never loved Ianto as much as he loved the Doctor, but he couldn't live without someone to wake up to every morning, someone to bring him coffee and love him with every ounce of his heart. But Jack could never return those feelings, sure he cared for Ianto, but not in the same way. Ianto needed someone to get over Lisa, and Jack needed company, so in the end they both got what they wanted. But now he was dead and Jack was pretty much dead. "I could show you his death..." the master suggested taking his head off jacks shoulder and looking him in the eyes. "If you wanted me to?" Jack looked at him, confused, why would he want to see Ianto die? "It wasn't exactly slow and painless but I don't mind showing you." The compassion in the master's voice left and only darkness remained. He fell to his knees as he watched Ianto's death.
"I want to see Jack! You promised me that Jack would be here so where is he?" Ianto cried already covered in someone else's blood."Oops, did I say that? Silly me" the master taunted walking towards the venerable man. Ianto was crying now, the closer the master got the louder he was. Jack could feel Ianto's pain, the master was reading his thoughts, all of them. Making him relive Lisa, relive the last time he saw Jack. For once Jack knew how Ianto had really felt about him, all the lust burning inside, aching like it would never go away and it hurt. He watched Lisa's death again, the master was so desperate. "Do you really love that? The man who killed the only woman you ever loved? Is that the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. The kind of person who as soon as his special little Doctor comes back will forget about you. You don't even exist to him when he has the Doctor. Remember he left you for him? Only came back because the Doctor didn't want him." Ianto was screaming, holding his head in his hands. "DO YOU?" the master screamed kicking Ianto to the floor as he had done to Jack. "Yes" he wept through his pale hands. "What?" the master laughed, he continued to walk closer to Ianto, increasing the pain with every step. He placed his foot on Ianto's chest, feeling his breaths. "I love Jack, and that will never change, after everything he has ever done he forgave me for putting the whole of the team in danger and he loved me! What he did was necessary, if he hadn't thousands of people would have died! And he came back for ME!" Ianto snapped. Jack had never seen him so angry and determined. He really did love him. "This really is pathetic, I'm sorry but I can't stand to hear you blabber about Jack anymore. I'll show him this later so is there anything you would like to say to him?" the master pulled out his laser screwdriver and pointed it at Ianto's head. He could feel the pain pulsing through Ianto's veins, but he wasn't scared at the fact that he was going to die, he was scared for Jack. "I just want to say I love you and always will" Ianto closed his eyes waiting for a sudden shot of pain and then nothing. He should have known, the master would never kill him quick, he loved his precious pet. He had to pay for being loved back. Pain did shoot through him, but it wasn't over that quick, it stayed. He felt like his bones were being ripped out of his body one by one. Like his insides were on fire, slowly burning him to a crisp. And then everything was black just like Jack had told him. There was nothing but him and his memories. Memories of Jack.
Jack had felt everything, every flicker of pain, every thought, every speck of hate Jack had felt it as much as Ianto did. "Why'd you kill him?" Jack asked simply getting to his feet. He hurt all over his muscles, skin, heart all felt like they were dying. Standing hurt, sitting hurt, laying hurt he could never escape pain, he had learned that the hard way. You just have to wait it out. Jack knew his fair share of torture, most of his life was full of it after all. He could handle pain better than most. Every day was agony, but he never let anyone know, and now, as he struggled to stand, he stood tall head held high. Not even the master knew. "Because it was fun, him screaming your name as he doubled over before dying, just made me feel so alive. Plus, if you had any hope there was something or someone that would be waiting for you. No, I had to eliminate the competition." The master walked back over to him, pushing him slightly as he brushed past. He grabbed Jack's arm, pulling him with him, towards the Doctor's cage. The short walk felt like hours, his bare feet scrapping on the broken glass shattered across the floor, each piece slicing through his skin, some staying digging in deeper with each step, others drawing blood and that's all. Personally, he preferred those ones.
The pain slowly drifted away, joining the other pain he felt, locked up in his head. He tried, again not to show that it hurt, he didn't want to give the master that pleasure. He knew for a fact the master wanted to hurt him. So he was being almost, spiteful, in the fact that he walked over broken glass without a sound to annoy the master. He kept pulling Jack, determined to get him to the Doctor. When they finally reached the cage the master pushed Jack against the bars, his whole body pressed against the metal. It seared his skin, which was nothing compared to what he was expecting. He was forced to look the Doctor in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes staring back into his. They were red and swollen now though, not as he had remembered them. Blood shot and saw. He hated seeing his Doctor like this, sad and broken. But right now he didn't have much choice but to take in every second of pain. He head rammed into the side of his cage. His clothes were ripped, like the day he had seen him die, covered in blood. He seemed old and frail, dusty and ruined. Not the Doctor he loved.
But either way, he was his Doctor and nothing would ever change that. "Do you love this man?" the master snarled in his ear, pressing his face harder against the bars with every word. Jack paused. Why did he pause? He loved the Doctor and he knew it. What had changed? What was it that when he opened his mouth stopped his words from coming out? Another lonely tear ran down his face. The Doctor was worth this. That was that and it would never change. "Yes" he whispered. Swallowing hard as if he didn't mean it. "Yes, what?" the master snapped. "Yes master" it didn't bother him, having to call the man he hated his master. "Good boy, you'll have to get used to calling me that if you want anything enjoyable out of this Pet." The master continued, making his body touch Jack's, only gently but enough to send shudder down his spine and to shiver in the master's grip. He could feel the master's hot breath on his neck against his cold, bare skin.
His back arched involuntary, rubbing against the master. "Kiss him. Kiss him like you love him and are about to give everything on the off chance he'll live" the master muttered. Jack had to think for a moment to catch everything he had said. It was too quiet for the Doctor to have heard, but judging by his face he had a rough idea. It was worry more than anything, Jack had to close his eyes, looking at him like that made him think of Ianto and thinking of Ianto made him think of Ianto's death and that hurt too much. He finally looked back at the Doctor, tears claiming his eyes yet again. He reached a shaking hand into the Doctor's cage and pulled him close, so they would be touching if the bars were not there. He let his hand run through the Doctor's hair, massaging his head. Treating every moment like it was the last. And maybe it was, maybe he would never see his sweet Doctor again. But life moves on, and so must he. There is a chance the master will let the Doctor live, and he would take that risk.
He forced their lips to touch, it felt like forever before the Doctor parted his lips slightly, allowing Jack's tongue to explore old territory. They stayed there for only a few minutes, kissing passionately and they would have stayed there a lot longer if the master hadn't thrown Jack to his back tearing their lips apart, just a moment to early. Jack picked himself up onto his hands, not daring to go any higher. "Good, now, kiss me like that" the master smirked looking down on Jack, those predatory eyes watching him as he struggled to his feet. Jacks gaze went from the master to the Doctor and back again. He was confused and didn't know whether he could do it, not like he had kissed the Doctor, he loved the Doctor. He hated the master. The Master grabbed Jack's belt and dragged him closer so their faces were so close that Jack could feel the masters breath on his cheeks. He used quick violent movements to undo Jack's belt, forcing Jack's hips to pound forward with every jerk, edging closer and closer to the master's.
Eventually he ripped the belt from Jack's trousers and began loosening his own tie. He casually pulled it over his head and slid it down Jack's face to his neck where he tightened it like a leach on dog and kicked him to his knees once more. This time, Jack couldn't bear to see the grin on the master's face as he slowly removed his own belt. It's this or a kiss... the Master thought to Jack as he threw his belt to the other side of the room. One end of the tie was still held in the master's hand as he kept Jack in place, not that there was anywhere he could go. He gracefully placed a hand on the master's that had the tie and with no force opened his hand, dropping the tie, and grasped it with his own. He used this position to his advantage and heaved himself off the floor and onto his feet. He took a deep breath and captured the master's mouth; it wasn't passionate like the Doctor's it was hard and dark.
The Master kissed back, almost unwillingly, he had wanted to tease Jack and make him want him to kiss back but those lips were too welcoming. The Master kissed him hard enough to bruise Jack's perfect skin, even if they were only there for a moment. He grazed his thumb over the master's undeniable erection through his trousers, nothing intimate, just to piss the master off that little bit more. The master groaned in his mouth arching his back and pushing his hips into Jack's tender touch. He knew what he was doing. Torture of any kind was his thing sexual or pain, as much as the master wanted to take it further that would be a weakness, submission. The master pulled away from the kiss and grinned at Jack, he placed both hands on the Americans hips. "Was that really so bad?" he asked menacingly pushing Jack back to look at the Doctor when he spoke. "It wasn't exactly what I was hoping for but as long as you had fun..." Jack began smiling at the Doctor; the smile said more than a thousand words.
The Doctor knew his plan, keep the master on edge, and keep the master away from him. Jack was willing to go through every pain the master could throw at him. And he would take it with a smile on his face as he screamed out in agony, but the smile would be there and it would taunt the master. All this was fine with the Doctor, as long as Jack was doing it willingly, but 3 things sprang to mind. How long would the master do it for? Would Jack be able to last as long as the master or would he give up too soon? He shook the thought out of his head; chances were the master was still reading his thoughts at a low frequency. He yelped as the master backhanded Jack, but Jack stood his ground and just shook it off. The Doctor gave a sigh of relief, and placed his hands on Jack's shoulders from behind.
"Back to your bed!" the master demanded, his attention drawn to the Doctor, he sighed and pushed Jack aside and strode over to the cage. "Don't make me tell you twice" he snarled. "Or what?" the Doctor snapped back through gritted teeth matching the master's stare. They stood there for a moment, glaring into each other's eyes. No doubt having a mental argument but Jack couldn't hear. He just stood there and watched, there was nothing he could do but watch. "Or your little freak will pay" the master finally conjured looking back at Jack with insanity flickering in his eyes. "Come" he commanded, his voice firm. Jack obeyed happily not caring what he had in store for him. Eventually he got within arm's reach of the master and he was dragged to face the Doctor again. He shook his head at the Doctor, telling him to stay put no matter what happened. His serious face changed, his eyes watered and he doubled over in pain.
There was a horrible fleshy sound as the master pulled a kitchen knife out of Jack's back, blood dripping from its serrated edges. He kicked him in the back of the legs knocking Jack to his knees with a resounding crack and a scream of agony as the knife plunged into his upper thigh. This time the master left his weapon where it had entered, dedicating his attention to the Doctor again. "Bed!" he said, his voice husky and dry as he looked from Jack's crimpled body still squirming as he tried to pulled the object out of his leg and to the Doctor again. The insanity in his eyes was now a burning rage; he would not let his doctor disobey him. The Doctor looked at Jack, his brown eyes pleading for an answer to an unspoken question. "Don't" he gasped finally yanking the silver blade out and holding it high, handle facing the master. "For you my dear" he added his hand shaking, he knew he wouldn't last much longer; the blood loss would kill him in minutes.
"Doesn't he just amaze you Doctor. He's dying kneeling at my feet and practically begging me to hurt him. Defiant to the end huh? so much spunk!" the master stated taking the knife and slowly sliding it up the length of his forearm drawing thick blood as he did so. Jack gritted his teeth and instinctively pulled his arm away, back to the warmth of his dying body. "Hell yes!" he croaked with his last words and his body collapsed to the concrete floor, his eyes stayed open as he died. They were looking at the master there was a smirk on the dead man's face. The Doctor went and sat in his bed as ordered and watched as his lovers body was dragged over shards of glass back to the darkened end of the room where all he could do is listen.
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The next chapter may take a bit longer because I'm working on a few other stories at the same time now but I will post it ASAP!
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Amy
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