CAPTIVITY

Chapter Five

He has a plan, I just know it.

I keep telling myself that over and over as I walk by the Doctor's side to whatever cell Tarsus is taking us to. He has his hand on my back trying to give me a bit of comfort. Of course Tarsus finds this funny and taunts him but for the moment the Doctor holds back since he has the blaster at my back and the beginnings of what I pray is a plan for escape brewing inside his mind. At least I hope that's the case.

He leads us through a couple of corridors and down a flight of stairs before we finally reach the cells. The front of it is made of plastic or Plexiglas while the rest of the walls are made of steel like the rest of the ship and contains a small toilet, sink and metal horizontal slat sticking out of the wall that serves as the bed. He pushes a button beside one of the cells and the Plexiglas slides back.

"In!" he orders.

I go in with the Doctor and we turn to face him. The Doctor takes his hand away and walks up to the front while he slides the wall back.

"How long are we gonna stay in here?" he asks.

Tarsus smirks.

"Until you both die, Time Lord," he says, "and now that you are both inside..."

He reaches over to the wall beside him and pushes another button. Suddenly, a Plexiglas partition slides down beside me, separating me from the Doctor. He lets out a yell of rage and beats on it while I put my hands on it and watch him.

"We had a deal!" he yells at Tarsus.

"Indeed we did, Time Lord. You said you wanted her to come with you and you didn't want her out of your sight. Well, she's not out of your sight. You can still see her. I'm sorry, my dear Doctor, but you didn't specify that you needed to be in the same cell so I decided to separate you to further ensure your cooperation. Obey my orders or I will pump poison gas into that side and you'll watch her slowly die."

I glance at the Doctor and shiver when I see the fury on his face and how black his eyes are. If there's one thing he hates it's being tricked and I know that right at the moment Tarsus would be wise to keep his distance because the Doctor has murder on his mind. But the stupid git just has this idiotic grin on his face, chuffed that he supposedly outwitted a Time Lord.

"I swear if you harm her…" the Doctor growls at him.

I raise my eyebrow when the dumbass starts taunting him about our relationship and I watch as the Doctor becomes even angrier. I begin to wonder if his brother died because he did the exact same thing to him. He raises his blaster.

"I want you to come with me now," Tarsus says.

"Come where?"

"You'll see."

He quickly presses another button and I yell in shock when a dart shoots out from the wall on his left side and strikes him in the neck.

"Doctor!" I yell as he falls to the floor unconscious.

I squat down and stare at him.

"What have you done?" I said as my hearts beat out of my chest.

He chuckles.

"Don't fear for him, my pretty one. I didn't kill your beloved. He's been knocked out because I wish him to come with me for a little chat."

"If you harm him…"

He lets out a loud and boisterous laugh.

"You? What can you do to me, little human? You are weak and simpleminded like all your species. I could kill you in a heartbeat if I wanted to. But for the moment, I will spare your pathetic life because I still need you. In the meantime, I will exact my revenge upon the Doctor for what he did to my brother."

I watch helplessly with my hands pressed against the Plexiglas while Tarsus enters the cell and grabs the Doctor under his arms. He chuckles when he pulls him outside the room.

"Don't worry; I'll bring him back soon. Although he might be a little worse for wear when he gets back," he says gleefully.

My heart catches in my throat. I pray that the Doctor wakes up in his arms and punches his lights out. My heart sinks when he stays unconscious and I send up another prayer that he'll be alright while I watch his tormentor drag him out of sight.

Oooooh, my head. Blimey, what the hell was that?

I slowly open my eyes and wait while my vision clears up. I test my arms and limbs and find them restrained. I try moving my body and find it restrained as well. Only my head is free and I look down through my blurry vision and notice I've been stripped to the waist while I'm sitting in a chair of some kind. I blink rapidly trying to bring my vision into focus. I see a purple and yellow blur in front of me. Doesn't take me three guesses to know what that is.

"Tarsus," I slur, "what have you done? Where's Rose?"

"Rose is fine," he says.

Finally, my vision begins to come into focus and I see I'm inside a windowless metal room. The only items in it are the iron chair I'm strapped into and a table beside Tarsus that is covered with a grey sheet. I stare at the table and look at him.

"What's that, table for tea time?" I say.

He snorts.

"Facing pain and torment and you still have a flippant tongue. How about we cut it out of your mouth then?"

With a flourish he uncovers the table and I see all manner of torture implements on it. I look at them and then look at the gleeful look on his face.

"I've been waiting awhile for this, Doctor. Finally, I have you at my mercy and now…the screaming can finally begin."

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