‘ did you really think you could escape ? ’ / thirteen for dhawan!master?
( @lanternlit sent a meme from here! ) - (always accepting!)
That's the first thing that would reach The Doctor's ears as she asks that deliciously irritating question. The sound of The Master's laughter is full, genuine, almost raucous in nature and it's accompanied by the tap-tap-tap-tapping of his fingertips against the back of the sturdy wooden chair that he's bound to.
The look on The Doctor's face is almost comical- eyebrows pinched together with creases in the middle, corners of her mouth turned downward in a display of disappointment combined with a sprinkling of betrayal, disgust and shame.
Or guilt- but he very much doubts it.
The laughter comes to a sudden halt and his mercurial expression shifts into one of cold calculation, only the corner of his mouth remaining upturned to betray the still-simmering anticipation. He looks at her, mind whirring while his body remains motionless, an aching contradiction. He wants to lash out. He wants to gnash his teeth and claw and scream, but he doesn't. There's far too much at risk.
"Escape?" He begins, his eyebrows lifting in a mockingly innocent way. He lets the word linger until she's just about ready to fill the silence herself before he speaks again. "Is-- Is that what you thought I was trying to do? Essssscape? Hmm? Come on, Doctor, use your imagination! Think! Think! THINK!"
His voice rests somewhere firmly between mocking remorsefulness and bitter, sharp resentment. He bites his bottom lip and drags in a deep sigh, just before the sound of someone screaming echoes through the expanse of the warehouse. A moment later The Master's laughter begins anew.
