And that a figure was standing five feet away with a cart of tools.

"It's nice, isn't it?" That voice was sickly sweet that made the hairs on the Doctor's neck stood up. "You know, I can't recall of the time that you were last down here. Have you not been here at all? No, that can't be right. I think you were here prior before I made it my own..personal space." He held his arms out as he gestured to the room. "What do you think? Too dark? Too light? Is there anything I can have your input on?"

He was silent as he just stared at the ground his ankles and his wrists were bound to the wall. 

"Oh come on, Doctor, cat got your tongue?" He smirked as he sauntered to him. "You know I'm getting sounds out of you sooner or later. Sooner is going to be your best bet."

Green eyes slowly peered up beneath the raven hair and stared at the Master.

"Ah!" The Master exclaimed "So you're not deaf after all with you being silent. But as I said," He went over to his cart and pulled out a trench knife before he smirked wickedly at the Doctor "Sounds will be out of you sooner."

Five hours, four minutes, and twelve seconds. Yet the Doctor didn't make any form of sound much to the Master's dismay. Not a grunt or a groan or a yell or anything. He was silent as the taller carved against his skin, reopening old wounds, making fresh ones as the blood pooled down his body. He gave him a five minute break in between each session. It wasn't enough time for him to heal any big gashes.

"Do you know why I regret not meeting you sooner?" The Master asked "I do all of the fact that you'd be so much more stronger and putting up a fight and even healing within a time frame just so I can carve you up over and over again. But now...now you barely heal at all. Though I did knew that. I patched up your arm in the medbay which is now freshly opened again after being healed properly."

He couldn't say a word. Nothing would come out of the Doctor. He felt everything was shutting down and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. More importantly to him, he couldn't get the Master to realise what he was doing and to make him see.

But maybe there was a way...

Six hours later, the Doctor finally spoke right after the Master was finished with another round. But it wasn't saying a stop or a plea. He began to sing.

"Remember was the...the first time I-I told you I loved you all of those years ago," His voice was barely above a murmur but he knew the other could hear it.

"You're like in one of those ape musicals you brag about, bursting into song." The other remarked as he began to clean his tools.

"Don't forget cause--cause it's not over."

"It is though. It will be over for you momentarily."

"I'm not lost cause I-I'm just missing y-you."

"Don't need to miss me now because the real me, the one you should have never let into your life, the one you should never have trusted, is here."

"I searched the moon, lost my head, even looked u-under the b-bed." 

"You have the corniest, sappiest lyrics I've ever heard before." He began sharpening a new tool on the cart. 

"I punched the walls, h-hit the street. I'm pounding--pounding the pavement l-looking."

The Master sneered. "Time's up early. I can't stand you and that fucking song of yours. Who the fuck sings while they're getting tortured to death?!" 

"I'm missing you. 'm missing you. You're n-n-not around and I'm a c-complete d-disaster. I'm missing y-you."

"Shut up! Shut up, you pathetic excuse for a Time Lord! You traitor, you idiot!" He gashed across the other's chest which got a weak yell out of him but, didn't fully silence him.

"You're my b-blood," He ironically coughed and a drop of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. "You're my s-s-soul. I get so lost out i-in the cold."

The Doctor was slipping as his voice got weaker and his body was giving in. The Master didn't care as he continued to carve at him. 

"F-Feels so far, l-l-like this loan s-star. It gets s-s-so hard when I'm m-missing..." He couldn't finish the line as he finally slipped into unconsciousness, appearing dead but he knew he was slipping into a healing coma. The Master noticed the body slumping and that the lyric wasn't finished.

"And?" He asked as the other didn't stir. "And?!" His voice rose as he began shaking him. "AND WHAT?! WHAT? WHAT WHERE YOU GOING TO SAY?! I KNOW WHAT THAT LAST LINE IS BUT SING IT! COME ON NOW, S-SING IT!"

The tool that was in his hand dropped to the floor as the Master took a few steps back, nearly tripping over the cart. The Doctor wasn't moving, wasn't singing, wasn't breathing. He had done it, he finally did it as it seemed. He killed his Doctor. It took him eleven hours, fourteen minutes, and thirteen seconds. 

He fell to his knees as an overwhelming emotion hit him and his hands began pulling against the strands of his head. "Stupidstupidstupidstupididiot," he began muttering fast. "Nothimnothimanyonebuthim. Won'twakeup, won'ttalk, won'tbreathe, won'tsing." Blue eyes snapped to the Time Lord before scrambling off of his knees and began to undo the bonds. The emotion and the anguish and exhaustion didn't make him stand for long as once the bonds were loose, the Doctor's body and the Master fell to the floor. 

The Master began to cradle him, taking in at the art work that he had done over these hours: the dried blood against the little wounds, the blood seeping through some of them and soaking his shirt and his already blood-stained hands. His hand went through the disarray mess of raven hair, expecting a purr or a hum but none occurred, as a finger stroke the jawline wiping the blood that came out of his mouth and went down to where the pulse was. He counted to himself but he didn't feel anything against his fingertip.