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The Master grins at Jack.

"You get all the knowledge of a Time Lord. On a constant basis, not like the Doctor popping up once a year or whatever. You get someone who can shoot lightning bolts and build death rays out of spare parts. You get someone who is more than happy to make bodies disappear.

"And all I ask is the occasional playdate."

From: [identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com
Jack looks at the Time Lord for a long tense moment. This man, or manner of man....Jack closes his eyes and listens to sht sounds in the back of his head. The memories of the last encounter he had with this man.

In the back of his head he hears it the familiar rattling of keys in the hallway. The trained himself quickly to pick up that particular sound over the droning of the motors.

It went on for days/week/months/ and in the end it was an entire year. He wondered how much longer can he keep his sanity? The cycle of pain, death and rebirth is gnawing at his mental defenses. This has to be the worst thing he’s ever endured. He became nearly a shadow of the proud confident man he was before this.

In his memories the door opens and the chained man doesn’t even look up to see who enters. He doesn’t need to, he knows who is there. He can tell by the sound of those expensive soles on the grating beneath their feet, just who it is, and he already knows what’s coming. He’s that maniacs favorite toy and the ‘new’ hasn’t worn off him yet. He starting to think it never will.

His special ‘gift’ makes him an endless supply of entertainment for his captor. More than ever he wishes that one of these times he’ll die and he won’t come back. More than ever he wishes his suffering will end and he’ll leave that bastard without the satisfaction of another day of ‘fun’.

The footsteps approach him and the man who enters stands before his ‘toy’. Faintly the captured man can hear the other tapping out that familiar four note beat on his leg, he does so without even realizing it. The impossible man grits his teeth at the amusement in the bastard’s voice and the commanding tone which he uses. The torturer wants him to look up. He wants him to say his name.

Jack snaps back to reality. 'And all I ask is an occasional playdate' The Time Lord adds.

The immortal takes a deep breath. He can't allow him access to the Hub, knowledge or not, usefulness or not, there is too much at stake there. Entirely, too much. He scrubs a hand over his face. and lets out a noisy breath. "I'm fairly certain your idea of playdate and mine are seriously different."

He gives a thin smirk. It's been several years since he lost the rest of the team, he doesn't really have much to lose. "How about a demonstration. And if I like what you have to offer... the job is yours, we'll call it an interview."

He knows it's wrong. So very wrong, but her really doesn't care, not right now. And maybe if the Master plays his cards right Jack will actually use his name like he so desperately wanted him to all those years ago.
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"That works." He grins and lets his hand spark for a bit. "What do you want me to do?"

Date: 2011-07-23 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com
"It doesn't matter."

He doesn't care. Nothing matters. It's not about shutting him up and 'feeling' something for a little while. "You decide. Try whatever you want, you know I'm good for coming back again, if you push too hard."

Date: 2011-07-23 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com
"Want to have me play the hero first, or should we get right to the torture?"

Date: 2011-07-23 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com
"Let's not beat around the bush, might as well skip all the 'foreplay' and just skip straight to the torture shall we?"

Tell me if it gets to be too much, would you?

Date: 2011-07-23 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com
"Oh good, I'm hungry."

And he'll just be grabbing something he can use as a cooking spit, okay? Spit-roasted human is delicious.

"Spread your legs, Jack."

Will do.

Date: 2011-07-23 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com
Jack takes a deep breath, this is going to be anything, but pleasant. He nods and remains completely compliant, spreading his legs and waiting for then inevitable pain to come. For as long as he can manage to do so he will remain as stoic and silent as possible. He knows he chances are pretty slim that's going to last very long though.


Date: 2011-07-23 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com
And with a grin the Master starts sliding the cooking spit in.

"You like that, Jack? I think you like it!" And then he shoves, grinning hugely as the spit forces its way into the intestines and punctures them. A second shove and the spit enters the stomach.

Date: 2011-08-04 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com
He lets out a slow breath, but it's suddenly forced from his lips in the form of a nearly soundless scream. He feels everything, his body working trying to repair the damage, but falling behind quickly, he feels himself grow a bit weaker, but maintains his position, this is beyond painful, but not entirely fatal in itself, not yet. That's the problem, until it is he has to suffer, and he's strangely at ease with that fact.

Yay, you're back!

Date: 2011-08-04 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com
"Tell me, Jack, how exactly did that feel? What kind of pain is it?" The Master licks his lips with a smirk. "Are you enjoying it yet?"

And the spit is being eased into Jack's throat now. The Master rubs his neck in a parody of loving gentleness, helping the spit inch along without causing damage or blocking the windpipe.

"Head back now, got to get it out of your mouth. Don't worry about trying to talk, I have a mic that will let you communicate subvocally."


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