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This is my second fanfic I have posted and I hope you all enjoy!

Amy

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CHAPTER ONE
AWAKE AND AFRAID

He gasped for air as the blood began to pulse rapidly through his veins, trying to fill too much body too quick, causing an agonising shot of pain to jolt through his body. His eyes burst open in a dazzling watery shine of blue. The bodies surrounding his mangled corpse were gone, replaced by concrete slabs. The vast open fields of composing flesh replaced by the confined space of a bland grey cell. The dried blood on his clothes gone, his army uniform, gone and replaced by a smart black shirt and jeans, his feet were bare. The cell was no bigger than a double bed, no window only a door sealed shut from the other side. No bed, toilet, shower, chair. There was nothing in this room accept for the lingering smell of dried blood.

A smell Jack knew very well, he lifted his body to sit, but collapsed to the floor. A sudden explosion of pain echoed through his body. A sharp stabbing pain centred at the back of his neck, he cried out as the pain thudded throughout his trembling frame. His bones felt on fire, as his skin crawled like bugs scurrying beneath it, eating away at the tender flesh. His voice went hoarse as blood began to bubble up his throat, burning the windpipe as it went. He heaved his body forward, spitting the acidic, crimson liquid out onto the floor, adding his own blood to that that was already smeared across the walls.

Then as soon as it had arrived the pain was gone. The aching throughout his body ended and the last of the blood was gone. Jack was left gasping for air on the hard flooring of the cell, laying in the pool of his own blood. Tears flowed freely down his face as he remained still, fearing the pain movement may cause. There was a faint sound of footsteps humming just beyond the door. Louder and louder they echoed their way closer until they came to a heart stopping halt. Just outside the small room, there was silence for a while until the sound of keys rattling came. The handle turned as Jack's blood froze, sapphire eyes ablaze with fear as the door slowly opened to reveal his worst fear.

The timelord walked in, screwdriver in hand and a smug grin plastered on his ragged features. White teeth shone in the dim light as the man walked closer, edging his way agonisingly slowly to his prey that lay shivering before him. Helpless really, nowhere to run, and even if he could, the fear was too great, the risk of getting caught too high. When the Master reached the corner of the room Jack was curled up, he stood, towering over him, inches away from the captain. The timelord bent down into one knee so he was the same height, he placed a hand on Jack's chin, enjoying the way he instinctively flinched into a smaller ball.

He chuckled slightly bringing the handsome face of Jack up so icy blue eyes, brimmed with tears met with those hard brown ones. "Say my name" he whispered the grin turning into a sadistic smirk Jack knew all too well. "Master" Jack's voice was barely audible, fear overwhelmed him as the master moved, naturally to him that meant pain. 1 year on the valiant with a psychotic maniac, determined to make every moment miserable, killing and torturing you daily until he felt it was enough. To the world Jack had been a servant of the masters, but when they were alone Jack was nothing more than a punching bag, needing to be punished for something he had, or hadn't, done wrong.

"That's right, my good little freak. Are we going to stay my good little pet or am I going to have to punish you?" the master smirked rising from the grubby floor, placing one hand on the wall directly above Jack's head so he was leaning over him. Looking down on his pet the master couldn't help but smile to himself as Jack struggled to find the answer, his mind filled with a thousand different thoughts. Jack felt a sudden shock of pain shoot through his head, he felt as though his brains were being pulled out his eyes sockets with eagle claws. He knew this sensation all too well from the months he had spent on the valiant, spending every moment of every day in agony, when he wasn't dead that was.

The master was in his mind, reading his every thought, nothing was safe anymore. Jack felt violated as the master rummaged through his memories like decaying books. "Interesting..." the master pondered, unable to take his eyes off the whimpering form below him still cowering as low as he could get given the position he was currently in. Jack's eyes bubbled with fear as tears streamed freely down his handsome face as his icy blue eyes stared up at the daunting face before him. The master sniggered and placed a hand on the Captains face, eliciting a submissive and a beautiful flinch from the tear sodden man. With a harsh slap the master's hand came in contact with Jack's face knocking him momentarily to the floor before the master grabbed a handful of the brown hair, retching him up like an old rag doll.

Jack let out a pitiful yelp and raised his hands to protect his face from another blow, bringing his knees up for comfort as his breathing became slightly hysterical and wavy. "Put your hands down" the master said calmly un-fisting Jack's hair. "There's no need to be so edgy I won't hurt you unless your naughty!" he continued almost reassuringly wiping away the tears from Jack's face with his thumb, resting his hands on each cheek so he controlled the movement of the Americans head. "Understand?" he said slowly, stoking Jack's jaw line affectionately while waiting for a reply.

"Y...yes" Jack stuttered nervously, looking blankly into the master's expecting eyes. As the man towering above him raised a hand as if to strike him again Jack quickly added "Master" weakly, wincing as he expected pain to shudder through his face, but there was nothing, he opened his eyes to see the master looking down on him still with a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "Good boy" Jack was glad the Doctor couldn't see him now, glad how he didn't have the man he loved watch him as he was reduced into nothing. "Do you think I was too hard on you before? On the Valiant?" The Master quizzed randomly out of the blue, stepping back and admiring Jack as he slowly brought his knees down and revealed his handsome face now marked with the Master's red handprint across his perfect cheek.

Jack stared innocently at the Master for a moment, caught off guard by the question and thinking of an appropriate answer that would please his Master. Jack let his hand fall to his side as he kept his gaze fixed on the emotionless face before him, eyes showing no compassion or hate like he had expected, not even glee at seeing his pet so broken once more. Without realising Jack had spent more time studying the Master than planned and received a rude awakening as the Master trod on his limp hand sending jolts of pain through Jack's shivering body as he couldn't stop a yelp from coming out, angering the Master further resulting in more pressure being put onto his crackling hand. Jack could feel multiple bones cracking in the limb under the Masters foot, but refused to let out another cry knowing that was what the Master expected of him.

"No Master" this of course was a lie but it was all Jack managed to reply before his hand was broken beyond repair. The Master instantly released Jack's hand and watched as the scared human brought the injured part back to the comforts if his body, holding it gently on his chest and rocking his thin body. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as he gasped for air; the agony in his hand remained a light pulsing pain in time with his heart beat that had now increased, shooting through the roof making the numbing pain seem almost constant. "Well, then do you think I went too easy on you? Let you get away with more than you should have perhaps?" The Master answered enjoying the trace of even more fear leaking into the sorrowful mans eyes. Jack didn't know what to answer, both answer had the possibility of more pain. "N...no Master" Jack managed to stutter, knowing that Master would not appreciate it but barely able to form whole words he was lucky to have got that.

The Master's disappointment showed in his expression but chose to let it slip, for now anyway. Mentally, Jack sighed in relief at the Master's acceptance had been a welcome release from the pain, but the Master hadn't left yet which means there was still time. Although Jack's exterior showed confidence and total calm inside his mind was screaming with both fear and with the undeniable agony in his hand. Secretly he was begging for the Master to leave but chose to keep that hidden also as thoughts of what the Master would do to him if he knew he was thinking those kind of things swam through his busy mind. He hadn't quite noticed that the Master had not moved and was staring at him in amazement as if he had just done some breath taking stunt. Jack let his watery gaze rest on the terrifying figure looming above him. He tried to keep his hard exterior from falling and revealing what he really felt and crying right there and then with the Master watching him with cruel satisfaction on his aging face, but he continued deceiving the timelord with his hardened exterior. He lowered his eyes to the floor, remembering the rule that had learned on the valiant.

NEVER LOOK YOUR SUPERIOR IN THE EYES

He had been taught that rule the hard way, every time he had looked the Master, or any of his guards, in the eye for too long he was beaten within an inch of his life and forced to live with the pain as he would not be allowed to have the release of death as it was a quick way to avoid the slow, agonising healing process. So, he let his eyes stay resting on the Master's shoes, glazed with salty tears he refused to let the clear poison spill from his blue orbs, forbidding the Master to have another reason to kick him while he was down, make a new punishment for an act that's not a crime. Jack waited silently for the Master to make his move, not daring to move his body as he might be accused of something he never did but he was used to that, back then. But it seemed Jack was going to be broken back into his old regime as his master lifted a polished shoe, ramming it into jack's side and his body thundered to the floor with a resounding CRACK and Jack knew at least 3 ribs were now splintered.

Unlike Jack had predicted, the Master merely cackled at Jack's limp form as he cried out in pain as he had done with his hand, and with that the Master left the room. Once again he was in darkness; the shadows were creeping in at him again, attacking his trembling frame. Darkened claws reached out and scratched his bloody flesh. Jack felt the fear over whelm him, more than the Master, he wished subconsciously that his capture would return and shed some light in the small room with the walls closing in on him. Panic took over and Jack screamed for his Master, for anyone and curled his shaking form into the corner and he began to shake violently and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, taking over the darkness his vision was corrupted with a blinding white light. Everything suddenly stopped, the pain vanished and his fear froze in his icy veins. He began the traitorous fight for consciousness. He knew he was fighting a losing battle as he had no will to stay awake during the majority of his healing and have the fear overwhelm him as the darkness attacked him again and then the Master would soon to come to re-brake him into the new order of things. As he had taught him on the Valiant, teaching him all the new rules he would have to learn or pay for his foolishness should he forget any of them.