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CHAPTER TWO
SORROW FALLS SO SOFTLY

Jack woke with a horrible suffocating feeling and a burning sensation around his neck; instinctively he reached his hands up pulled at the contraption closing off his oxygen supply. Within seconds he realised that the menace blocking his windpipe was an over tightened collar, one the Master had always threatened back on the Valiant. Jack remained lying on the floor; however now he had ceased his panicking he noticed he was no longer in his cell. Looking around he saw familiar surroundings, the large fountain in the centre with clear running water from the surface. The metal grading below him and the pterodactyl flew high above him with a predatory screech from its perch way above where he lay on the ground floor. "You're awake" cooed the Master snapping Jack out of his trance. With a flinch the leach attached to the small metal ring on his collar rattled and he noticed he was chained to an iron pole, to stop him escaping like before no doubt.

"So I am" Jack countered, this time holding back his fear and deciding to go for a stronger approach, with his new found rage of tainting the one safe place Jack knew he didn't think he could be afraid. Rage bubbled up in his stomach like vomit begging for release. "Ooh, spunk" the Master chide his grin was back as he began untying Jack's lead from the pole, he slipped his arm through the leather loop at the end and heaved jack back up to his quivering feet. The Master couldn't help let out a small laugh at Jack's attempted rebellion, but Jack found himself too weak to pull back from the Master's grip and succeeded only in bringing the Master more joy. With Jack now on his feet the Master led him like a puppy through the place Jack had thought he knew so well, holding the leach close to him and pulling it low as to make the walk more uncomfortable and painful for Jack, as a punishment for resisting. Without looking back the Master could tell his pet was trying to remove the collar from his neck and the Master gave one hard warning tug almost knocking jack to the floor. But Jack continued sliding his fingers down the edge trying to pull it over his head after discovering he couldn't undo it from his angle.

The Master held in his rage, deciding his punishment for when he reached his destination, a place that would make the punishment more appropriate, and help associate that room with a certain memory. He pulled Jack up a long flight of metal stairs, taking him to the second floor. He could see Jack was thoroughly confused behind him and chose to keep him in the dark for a little longer and build the suspense. Arriving at a door, he yanked Jack's collar and offered him to open it, Jack knew where he was but thought he would gain more by playing the Masters little game and opened the large wooden door. He had images of Ianto coming in there and not leaving again until morning. He smiled at the memory and received a sharp jab in the back by the Master's knee, and pushed the door open so the Master could enter first. Once the Master had his back turned to him again Jack re-attempted to remove the piece of leather around his throat, thinking he couldn't see behind him. Jack soon followed the Master into the room, allowing the familiar atmosphere to wash over him, with his eyes closed he hadn't noticed the Master turn round to face him. When Jack's eyes opened he jumped back slightly at the sight but tried not to go too far that his collar would choke him again.

He looked into the Master's eyes with defiance flaring in his own blue orbs, not thinking of the consequences just wanting to leave before his pleasant memories were tainted with fear and pain.

The Master closed the door behind Jack and locking it with a key he kept in his trouser pocket. He released Jack's leach and bent down to open a large metal vault-like door on the floor leading to a small room composing of a bed and a small on suite bathroom. With a gentle hand gesture Jack was led down into his personal quarters. Once he was down the Master followed, closing the heavy metal above him, preventing Jack's escape. He approached Jack again and retrieved his leach and stared evilly at his captive. Without warning the Master pounced and forced Jack to face the wall, holding his arms above his head with the hand with the loop end of the leach in it. He pressed his body against Jack's, forcing him closer to the wall. Panic once again claimed Jack's thoughts as the Master turned him round positioning him with his back to the monstrosity behind him and his face pressed into the wall. With his spare hand the Master began fumbling with Jack's belt while with his knee spreading the muscular mans legs to gain better access. With Jack's belt removed he started on his flies, ignoring the desperate pleas from his victim, enjoying the horror he created.

He snaked his hand down to the waist band of Jack's boxers and left it there, giving Jack a moment to catch his breath as his chest rose and fell at record speed and his eyes closed tight in apprehension of what was yet to come. The Master leaned in closer to Jack, pressing his stubbly face against the baby soft skin of Jack's neck. "If I wanted to." He began listening intently to the quiet whimpers coming from the younger man. "It would be that easy. But I'm not going to, on one condition…" the Master bargained and Jack held his breath for a moment as to catch every word the Master muttered. "You behave" the Master pronounced the word as if it had some sort of special meaning. Clearly noticing Jack's confusion he explained "You do as I say, when I say how I say. Understood?" he asked pressing his hardened groin into Jack's back as if to punctuate his point. Jack nodded furiously, not caring that he was scraping his face on the prickly wall. "No resistance, no matter what I tell you to do?" the Master clarified, Jack kept his head nodding, he would have spoken if he thought he could form whole words without spilling anything but gibberish. "Good boy" the Master released Jack and allowed his lead to fall slack against his back. He stepped away a few feet to see his masterpiece, the trembling form that he had created stood stock still as if not daring to move. "I'll be back in 10 minutes to check on you, don't go anywhere" Jack almost flinched at every word but chose instead to remain still,

Jack didn't dare to move until he heard the wooden door slam way above him but when it did he permitted his body to slump to the floor with a resounding thud. He knew there were no cameras in here but he still chose not to make any wrong moves just in case. Jack was terrified, there was no blackness to find him this time, no villains hands to hurt him, and yet his chest was heaving, his mind was scattered and his vision fuzzy. Jack tried to stand but nausea took over and Jack fell back to the concrete, writhing in agony. His head felt as though it were being sawed in half by a kitchen knife, every bone in his body cracking and his skin suddenly on fire. His blue eyes widened and he could see fire on his hands, bones protruding from his body piercing the flesh and causing blood to spill through his smart clothing now crumbling from the heat of the unforgiving flames scolding him. Blood poured from his forehead and he could feel his skin peel back. Jack screamed for help though he knew his efforts were futile. He thought he knew the pain was something the Master had done, however when he felt all strength leave him and his calls for help hoarse and the vault finally opened and a shadow climbed down the ladder, but it wasn't the Masters shadow that dawned over him. A woman's figure loomed over him through the flames and rested her thin hand on his; he winced in pain but was too transfixed by the beauty of her eyes to pull away. All at once the pain was gone and the flames disappeared, he looked at his hands, there were no bones, no blood. He felt his chest to see if there were still any broken bones but there were none, he looked up and for the first time her face was visible and he saw how beautiful she really was. She was young, no older than 17 at the most, she was pale and thin her dark black hair making her pasty complexion look ghostly. But something about her looked so amazing, so pure.

"He made me do it" she whispered, her voice barely audible, then she stood and took her hand off his but Jack held on and pulled her back, her eyes widened with fear and her mouth opened as if to call for help but Jack shushed her with his hand as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He made her sit beside him for a moment. Her face showed fear but her eyes reflected a more peaceful approach. "Who are you?" Jack whispered, leaning in close as if he had spectators. She shook her head and tried to pull away again but found herself stuck in Jack's grip. "Help!" she cried with a voice that did not seem hers, immediately Jack released her and her shot up to her feet brushing herself down and whipping the dust from her small black skirt. The Master came rushing down and stood between her and Jack, shooting a look at the man that made even her blood freeze with fear, and judging by the look on Jack's face he had felt the same. The American scrambled back towards the corner but was stopped when the Master embedded his hand in the soft brown hair. "What's the matter Milly?" The Master panicked pulling Jack to his feet, Milly winced as Jack hissed with pain but refused to cry out, she realized then that Jack had meant her no harm. "I said what is the matter? Why did you call for me?" the Master demanded pulling harder on Jack's hair. "I couldn't stop it for a moment, I thought I needed help but I…I sorted it" Milly lied looking nervously at the Master. He looked between Jack and Milly suspiciously, and then deciding she was being truthful he released his grip in Jack, watching in amusement as he fell to the floor. Milly had to restrain herself from helping the cowering man but she knew both of them would be in trouble if she did.

"Stay down here for a while and practice stopping it! I'll be down later once I've taken care of a few things" with that the Master turned like he was going to leave but then he turned on his heels and made both of them flinch slightly. "And no funny business" he spat before leaving the room and closing the vault door behind him. Jack and Milly sighed with relief when he was gone. "Why'd you lie?" Jack pondered aloud, trying to rise to his feet but collapsed under his weight. Instead of hitting the floor Jack felt small arms wrap around his mid section and pull him up. "Thanks" Jack blushed straightening his clothes and doing up his trousers to try and make himself look more presentable for Milly. "So why'd you lie? You could get into a lot of trouble for that you know?" He quizzed with a weak smile. Milly thought for a moment, not quite sure why she had lied for him, a stranger that had clearly done something to piss the Master off. "Well…" she finally began, breaking the awkward silence. "I guess I just realized there was nothing to tell. You didn't mean me any harm so… why twist the story?" She grinned a smile that lit up her whole face, making Jack realize where her true beauty lye. Jack nodded, not sure what to say, other than thank you but it seemed a bit cheesy. "I'm really sorry for what I did by the way" she eventually spoke knocking Jack out of his trance like state. She noticed Jack's confused look and decided he had no Idea she had caused him the pain. "I made you think you were in pain a minute ago… when you thought you were on fire and you bones were cracking, that was me, the Master made or he threatened to make it all real" She rushed nervously, clearly not wanting to repeat what had happened.

"Ahh and how did you do that?" Jack questioned thoroughly confused. Milly stood on her toes and fidgeted for a moment, thinking of an answer. "I'm gifted" She smiled weakly, almost like she didn't quite believe what she was saying herself. "Gifted?" Jack asked, not believing her maybe she's just really smart and built something? Jack thought to himself. "I have a power that, I make people see, and, think, and feel what I want them to" She tried to explain. Seeing Jack still didn't understand she decided that she would demonstrate. She walked a few feet towards Jack and placed a soft hand on his stubbly cheek. All in one instant Jack felt excruciating pain in his palms and feet, warm liquid oozed across his hands, he looked down at the pink skin and saw crimson tainting its purity. One perfect circle pierced through each hand and foot, slicing straight through to the other side so there was a clear whole in each. Jack's eyes widened as he let out a cry of pain and pulled away from her grip trying to escape the agony. The as soon as it had came the pain was gone, Jack stared blankly at Milly, a look of pure shock plastered on his now pale face. "Told you" She gave another weak attempt at a smile, and Jack realized she wasn't a very happy person, or maybe she just didn't have anything to smile about. Jack wondered silently about how long she had been here and if it was through force or of her own free will. He pushed the thoughts from his head and focused on the matter at hand, how the bloody hell had she just done that.

There was a long moment of silence between them when neither moved and neither spoke. Milly felt overwhelming quilt for doing that him, both times. Tears flooded down her face without warming and she stormed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind her forbidding Jack to enter. The door slamming woke Jack from his thoughts and he turned his head to face where Milly had just been standing, she was not there. He turned his attention to the bathroom and forced his feet to carry his exhausted body to the door, he tried the handle and it was locked as he had expected. Placing his tender ear to the wood he heard muffled sobs from inside. "Milly, its ok. It just scared me is all and I wasn't expecting it. I'm really sorry" he whispered hoping she could hear him. The crying stopped for a moment and Jack thought she was going to respond but sighed as the water works started again. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" She finally muttered through her tears, and Jack chose to let the familiarity of the words slip, but he could not let the memory of the last time he had heard them float into his mind.

Jack pulled at the chains that bound him to the walls, trying not to show his pain to the Doctor before him but unable to hide the small tears escaping his icy eyes as the Master stood behind him mutilating his back with the thin dagger in his hands. His blood spilled down his legs as the blade drove into his skin again and Jack continued to bite through his tongue to avoid screaming out. Thoroughly annoyed that Jack had not screamed in front of the Doctor, the Master made his way back round o the front of his pet, dragging the knife from Jack's back, along his side and ribs before coming to a stop on his chest. The smirk on his face gone, this had not gone how the Master had planned, Jack had tears flowing down his pale face and blood spilling from all over his scarred body but had disobeyed a direct order and refused to let out a scream. "He didn't scream because you are here." The Master cooed, "And because of that his blood shall be on your hands" he continued handing the knife to the Doctor. The younger man cocked an eye brow at the taller male, holding the knife in his trembling hands. "Kill him" the Master smiled, "I'll leave the gory details for you to choose." He cackled gently pulling the Doctor to his weakened feet. "I…I can't." The doctor whimpered dropping the knife to the floor before even trying to attack his friend. "DO IT!" the Master ordered knocking the Doctor to the floor in front of the dagger in one swift moment. The Doctor cried out in pain as his bruised knees scratched on the concrete below him, but none the less he picked up the weapon and rose to look Jack in the eye. The doctors chocolate orbs pleaded for an escape, whereas Jack's remained stern and attempting to hold his ground with silence. He stared as if he was looking through the Doctor not at him, trying to avoid the painful nausea of seeing the agony he was holding in. The Doctor shook his head with silent tears stating without sound that he could not accomplish his set target. "Go on, he'll only go through more pain from me, and a few friends, if you don't" the Master coached fisting the doctors hair in a tight fist and forcing his head forward so the two men where only inches away from one another. "Do it" Jack pleaded in a low whisper, feeling his body wrack with guilt at the internal pain he was causing the man he loved. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" the Doctor whispered raising his left hand without the weapon and placed it neatly behind Jack's head, ignoring the blood now soaking his hand he gently stroked his hair to sooth Jack. Resting his head in the immortals shoulder the Doctor retched the knife forward until it was completely embedded in his lovers gut. Blood gushed from the new wound as the doctor's hand released the blade and allowed it to join the other on the back of Jack's head. The doctor began weeping almost silently into Jack's shoulder until the dying man's body began to convulse beneath him and the doctor know Jack would soon drift from this world just too have to reawaken to more pain and suffering. "Thank you" Jack muttered before allowing the darkness to consume him once more.
When Jack awoke he was alone again, without his doctor to comfort him, only the cold air around his blood soaked body to keep him company.