Warning: The following chapter is considered as really disturbing (it made one of my friends cry and I'm afraid I may have traumatized her for life)
Including: serious Doctor bashing, serious whump and some gruesome details concerning the surgery performed on the Doctor.
It's highly recommended to those who are weak at heart or easily offended (or even medium easily offended) to skip this chapter.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
The Doctor opened his eyes and moaned.
He hurt.
He ached all over.
He was lying on his back and turned over to one side slowly. It hurt. It hurt so badly he wanted to scream but he felt he had no voice left.
He was back in the small room. In the enclosure. They had put him back...
The Doctor turned his head around and blinked. Somehow it looked different. He was sure that there had been plants the last time he had been here. Or it had been only his imagination... But the room seemed as damp as it had been before. And the animalistic smell was still lingering in the air.
He chuckled hopelessly. Well, after all it was an enclosure... maybe they had kept other animals in here before...
Real animals, the Doctor corrected himself.
He sat up slowly and rubbed his back. He felt terrible. His back... he winced as soon as he had pressed a hand against his back. The Doctor felt like dying. His body felt as if every bone left in it had been broken and all of them were now trying to coalesce at the same time.
Several figures dressed in white coats came closer and gathered around a Silurian, who was somehow dresses like a surgeon; it stopped in front of the enclosure.
It seemed as if he explained something quietly before turning towards the Doctor; the surgeons' assistants faced him as well.
Most of them were wearing glasses and for some reason their eyes were too dark to be seen through them. The others stared at the encaged Doctor full of expectation. The Silurian surgeon broke the oppressive silence.
"You see, usually the procedure takes place after the laboratory animal... excuse me, laboratory creature has been slaughtered. But recent studies have clearly demonstrated that a minimally invasive surgery is more than sufficient; thus granting the creature's survival and guaranteeing its continued existence for research purposes. And last but not least it makes it reusable."
The Doctor crawled nearer and pressed one ear against the Plexiglas plate, hoping he'd be able to hear what the Silurian surgeon was talking about.
"A sustainable method for extracting the foetal serum has been developed over the past few months, and I have to admit that we're proud to present you our first living object on which it will be performed within a short time."
The eyes and glasses seemed to focus on the Doctor for a moment before turning towards the Silurian again.
"But first I'd like to have a brief word about the considerable advantages of extracting the foetal serum from a living creature. To begin with, you're not forced to take precautions against the immediate decay of the body. Secondly there's no need of additional matters to make sure that the foetus is still alive, you save unnecessary work like attaching ECG's or observing the status of the foetus via ultrasounds.
Though it has to be said that the laboratory creature is undergoing a lot of stress during the procedure and of course a high adrenalin level could have a bad impact on the quality of the serum. But I want to let you know that we're a responsible company and we're putting emphasis on high ethical standards. Therefore the creature is going to be mildly sedated."
The Doctor heard a hissing sound from above and looked up. A mixture of fog, which seemed to be falling down on him slowly, and light rain dispensed over the sprinkler installation.
The Doctor breathed heavily and smashed his knuckles against the wall screaming.
The Silurian took a step forward and turned his back on him; he stood in front of the Doctor in order to spare the assistants the sight.
The Silurian surgeon showed his attendants a long needle and passed it on to them.
The Doctor was staggered and stared at the medical instrument in horror.
"Here we have a classic eight inch disposable syringe. The diameter of the needle is 0.2 inches at the most. It is highly recommended to use needles with a diameter of 0.3 inches or below to harvest the blood from the foetus. The normal method of collection is cardiac puncture, whereby a needle is inserted into the heart of the foetus. This minimizes the danger of serum contamination with micro-organisms from the foetus itself, and the environment.
Sadly we're not able to use any sort of narcotics in order to be safe and make sure that the serum isn't contaminated or of less value. Therefore it is important to make certain that the foetus is alive while the needle is being inserted into its heart."
The Doctor gulped and stared at the crowd in shocked silence while he experienced a feeling that could be described as equally to 'being forced to gobble up your own intestines after having them pulled out of your body by hand through your gritted teeth'.
"After harvesting the serum from the foetus it is essential to remove the dead foetus from the laboratory creature as soon as possible; otherwise serious complications are likely to occur and, in the worst case, they will lead to acute kidney failure, liver failure, sepsis and multiple organ failure right before the creature's inevitable and painful death."
The Doctor had held his breath and stared at the Silurian Doctor with unbelieving eyes.
He was speechless and froze in shocked silence.
They were going to cut him open and insert a needle into... a living being's heart to drain its blood. They were going to insert a needle into the foetus he had been forced to carry till now. And he would be still able to feel it; he would feel how the foetus would struggle against it, how it would kick and push and turn inside of him helplessly.
He was forced to experience the death struggle of the foetus inside of his body, he was condemned to feel and witness how it would suffer and die miserably.
The Doctor pressed his hands against his abdomen and felt his hearts racing. And he could feel two small increasing heart rates as well.
And he stroke at the glass plate in front of him and yelled at the witnesses.
The Silurian turned to him slowly and squatted down, meeting his gaze face to face.
He smiled. It was no evil smile. It was no vicious smirk.
It was worse.
The Silurian surgeon gave him a look as if the Doctor had been some small, frightened creature you needed to caress and deceive that everything was going to be alright.
And the surgeon thought that he wouldn't notice. He thought him to be a stupid animal which had been locked in a cage, some creature he could appease with his words; he thought that the Doctor wouldn't understand what they were doing to him and the inserted foetus.
Or he simply didn't care about it.
The Doctor was a laboratory creature, after all. His purpose in life was being tortured, cut open, maltreated, ill-treated, later on cured and in the end nearly properly reassembled. It wasn't as if he was of no value to them; he simply was as valuable as any other laboratory animal, only with the benefit that he could heal himself - which would be an asset to them.
He knew they were not only going to harvest the blood from the unborn foetus; sooner or later they'd try to harvest anything that could be useful to them from the Doctor as well.
And as long as he was able to regenerate and heal himself, they'd be able to get even more and more from him over the time.
The Doctor smashed his palms against the Plexiglas and screamed at him.
The Silurian shook his head and sighed.
"The normal preparation for surgery is now about to begin. Please step aside as I'm now to unlock the laboratory creature's enclosure."
He pressed buttons on a near wall and the glass plate lifted slowly. The Doctor breathed heavily and crouched into a corner; he was getting weaker, he moved slower. The narcotics had begun to take effect.
The Silurian stepped into the till now locked area. The Doctor stared at him panic-stricken.
"You may now follow me into the creature's enclosure. But please be careful. And please let only those who are wearing gloves touch the creature."
Two of the assistants moved closer and grabbed the Doctor by his arms, holding him down on the floor. The Doctor was too weak to struggle against it, but he wouldn't stop moaning and screaming.
The Silurian knelt down beside him, polishing the syringe with a cloth.
Which was definitely no way to disinfect a syringe.
"As soon as the needle is disinfected we can begin."
Several hands were placed on his chest after the assistants of the surgeon had managed to take the clothes off the Doctor's weakened body. His head rolled into the nape of his neck and he stared at the ceiling, unable to move.
"After the harvesting of the foetal serum we'd like to take it as an opportunity that the laboratory creature is still sedated and fecundate it once more by artificial insemination. It would be an asset to perform one pregnancy after another, thus sparing the body the tedious procedure of trying to normalise itself and thereby reducing the body's responses to the changing hormone levels as well, such as the reducing of the abdominal girth etc. Personally I'd say it would be best if you made sure that the creature is kept pregnant all the time; that way it would become inured to its current hormone balance and it could be said that thereby you can spare further suffering. After all we'd like to treat our valuable creature with respect."
The Doctor faced the Silurian surgeon and met his gaze.
The Doctor snarled and struggled helplessly against his assistants.
"I'm often asked why we're focussing on breeding one laboratory creature after another and not, for example, at least two at a time. I have to agree with those who consider it possible: I'm convinced that you could grow at least twice as much foetuses as we're trying to do right now."
Several assistants nodded their assent.
"But I have to remind you that captive breeding can't be compared to natural breeding; it puts a lot of stress on the creature and may cause unnatural behaviour. Therefore it's best to reduce the stress and breed one creature after another. It is expected that the laboratory creature's body will get accustomed to being gestate, thus ensuring the possibility of repeated harvesting of foetal serum over a long period. My motto is: One out, one in. Quality before quantity; quality before speed."
The Silurian surgeon looked the Doctor deeply in the eye.
He moved closer and chuckled.
"And now...Watch and learn."
I hope some of you enjoyed this chapter. And for those I have news:
I'll stop enclosing the Doctor's experiences in the enclosure in this story. First of all I felt that it's taking up too much room of the story and I really would like to focus on the Doctor-Jack-relationship, which is something I'm afraid I can't if I keep interrupting the story with illusions, nightmares and so on.
But: There's going to be a new story soon, "SHAME: The Doctor's Nightmare".
It will mainly consist of the things that happen to him in the enclosure, the gruesome parts, the disgusting operations and it's definitely going to be a lot more perverted. Hope you'll enjoy that, too.
Anyway if anyone feels that I should keep on enclosing his illusions, dreams, nightmares and so on please let me know. I'm still considering so, just leave a comment or write personal message (PM).
And comments (like Dengirl keeps writing them :) are always appreciated and longed for.