Life or Death ll Drabble
Strapped down to the cold metal operating table, blind folded and stripped down to nothing. Trembling bones and shivering skin, a mess of fear and of anticipation. While she couldn’t see beyond the velvet confines of the blind fold, she knew exactly what each sound was. The razors and the drills. The dull sounds of her captors footsteps. They’d managed to catch her off guard. They’d managed to capture her tardis. Oh would brother be furious.
A sudden sensation, the chill of metal, the slicing of skin. The skin just underneath the leading edge of her tattoos. She screamed… and screamed… and was muffled by a hand. A gloved hand that felt almost human, that she would have thought was human if she didn’t know any better. But she did, she knew much better than to think that this person was simply human.
She bit down and she heard the foreign language trickle out from pursed lips. “Sedate her.” She understood that much thanks to the sonic screwdriver that was still nearby. “I said sedate her.” The thing wasn’t getting a response. “Fine I’ll do it myself.” She felt the pinch of a needle in her arm. She was floating about the scene now, watching herself get cut into, over and over again. She could hear her screams but couldn’t feel them leaving her mouth.
Now her brother was here, his tardis taking its place next to hers. Then they were both gone. Somehow he’d gotten her and her tardis away from this awful place. Somehow he’d saved her. Somehow, she knew, she’d owe him for the rest of her life.
