#remainingtimelord

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          ❝ …You. I have you? ❞     the look given is cold, icy, voice full of scathing sarcasm – was he serious?  honestly, how THICK was this incarnation?  if this Doctor wasn’t practically joined at his hip, he’d have KILLED him off by now – a roll of the eyes, scoffing, The Master looks away, towards the time rotor.

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                                 WRISTS REDDENED AND IRRITABLE UNDERNEATH TIGHTENED ROPES, cheek scraped almost clean through. Clara whimpered, all care for the image of a perfect and strong woman she tried so hard to maintain lost. She would endure a lot of pain for a long time before she’d give up the information that was keeping her ( and the Doctor ) alive.

                                 THE ALIEN THAT HAD LOOMED ABOVE HER FOR SO LONG WAS GONE, but that only left her to focus on the pain. She didn’t know how it had disappeared, but she was willing to bet the Doctor had something to do with it. He’d tried. At least he’d saved the world in the process. She could hear him coming ----- even as she felt her concentration wavering, she recognised the urgent footsteps and the whir of his sonic. He couldn’t come in and get her. The room was censored; once someone stepped it would go off and the needle would press into her back, the poison infecting her too soon to be saved.