The Master's voice. The Doctor's finger loosened on the trigger. It should've tightened, he told himself. He should stop this, and stop it now. But he couldn't.
"Master," he said from his place on the bed.
He watched as a pair of bolt-cutters came through the door, ready to undo the locks that kept the Doctor prisoner here.
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Date: 2011-12-23 05:07 am (UTC)"Master," he said from his place on the bed.
He watched as a pair of bolt-cutters came through the door, ready to undo the locks that kept the Doctor prisoner here.