Professor Keller; chapter 6
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1504
Chapter: 6/12
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; mind control, implied dubious consent, mental dominance.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: This story is about the Master, so anyone who reads it in the hope of the Doctor, well, I think it's fair to warn you he is only going to have a very minor role in this fic, along with Sarah Jane and the Brig.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
(Chapter 5: After the Fall)
Before you start to cry
Don't ever leave me
As you start to lose your grip
You will stumble as you slip
It was an evening not that different from many other evenings. Peter came home late, and the Professor was with him. He gave Alison a glance and dismissed her.
“You are tired, my dear. Go to bed.”
Alison felt tired enough when the Professor said so, but she automatically pushed against his will as soon as she was alone. By the time she had undressed and gone to bed, her mind was clear and she was wide awake. Lying in the darkness, she listened after sounds downstairs. A creeping worry had started to grow inside her and as she lay in the silence, she felt more and more alarmed. She didn’t know why, this had all happened before after all. The only thing they would do was to talk business, things she had no interest in under any circumstances. Alison could easily picture them sitting in the library with drinks in their hands. The Professor would smoke and talk and Peter would mostly listen, and there was no cause to worry. But Alison couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong and in the end she got out of bed and went downstairs. She walked very quietly, she would just have a quick peek to make sure everything was all right and then go back to bed without them ever knowing.
The house was so dark and silent, she first thought they had left without her noticing, but then she saw a dim light from the library. The door was partially open, and she stopped in the shadows outside and looked inside the room. Only one lamp was lit on a sideboard, making the room into a dark cavern, but the light still lit up the two persons in there. Alison saw the Master sitting in an armchair, much as she had imagined it. There was even a drink on the small table beside him, and one of his cigars was slowly burning itself to cinders on the ashtray. But Peter was kneeling in front of him and her heart seemed to stop beating as she fully took in the scene before her. What she saw was past Alison’s wildest imagination, but there was still a part of her that was not surprised at all. There had been so much silence between her and Peter and she ought to have realised it wasn’t only she who wasn’t speaking to him. Peter had stopped talking to her too, and she had failed to understand he had something to hide as well.
The Master said something in such a low voice she couldn’t make out what he was saying, but she caught Peter’s indrawn breath, it almost sounded like a sob. The Master leaned forward and kissed him, a black-gloved hand tangled in Peter’s blond hair. Alison’s face felt stiff from shock, and her heart constricted painfully, before it started to beat faster. Her blood pounded in her ears so loudly she wondered why the men before her couldn’t hear it. But they seemed to focus only on each other and she could watch them undisturbed. What happened there wasn’t something new, she didn’t see uncharted territory unfold before her, but something that had clearly happened many times before this night.
Alison watched them and she knew how it all felt for Peter because she had kneeled like that too. The carpet underneath one's knees, she knew how it felt, so soft and thick it wasn’t painful to crouch down like that. Leather encased fingers caressing one’s skin, a promise in them of thrills yet to come, the warm excitement that shot through one’s body and the overwhelming need to please. The Master’s eyes that seemed to look inside your mind, knowing how much one longed. How a hand moved through one’s hair, before closing, and the head tugged back, not uncomfortable but never without the threat of pain. And those cool kisses that demanded complete surrender even if they were gentle.
She pressed a hand against her mouth to stop herself from making any sound, but otherwise she stood perfectly still. Alison couldn’t move, couldn’t stop watching, though she knew she had to leave before the Master realised she was there. But where could she go? She was only dressed in her nightgown, so to walk out of the house was impossible. But it felt equally impossible to go back to her bedroom. There was nothing to go back to, but there was nothing to go forward to either. So she stayed where she was, frozen in place and perhaps she wasn’t completely silent after all because the Master suddenly raised his head. He looked straight at her as if he could see her standing there in the dark.
”Come in, Alison, come in and join us.”
Alison hesitantly stepped inside the library; she would rather have run away, but she didn’t dare to disobey. Peter scrambled to his feet; he looked dazed, the same look she had caught on her own face in the mirror at times. It was quickly replaced with guilt and shame when he saw her and everything hurt inside Alison again. There were so much they needed to talk about, but not here and now with the Master’s eyes on them. But she took Peter’s hand in hers, holding tight and he squeezed back and the eagerness in which his hand met hers gave her a little comfort. They stood together, side by side in front of the Master and it struck her how wrong it was they should stand there like naughty children and not adults in their own home. The Master leaned back in his armchair, looked them over and noticed their clasped hands, which made him raise an eyebrow and smile faintly.
“Well, well, this was somewhat unexpected. But why not? I have felt a bit bored lately.”
He sounded quite amiable, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes and Alison could feel Peter shudder. She took a step closer to him and Peter glanced at her, trying, but failing to smile.
The Master continued. “I have told you both that I expect you to obey me or you will be punished. Your wife, Peter, seems to find this very simple concept difficult to grasp. I have been lenient and have let her get away with a warning before, but it’s clear to me she needs a more severe lesson. I could do something about it, but I think if you were to discipline her, it would have a much better effect. Go on, you know what I want you to do.”
Peter looked startled, but then, to Alison’s horror, the dazed look returned. She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened around hers as he turned to her, raising an arm. She involuntarily closed her eyes, but the expected blow never came. When she looked up again, she saw Peter looking like himself again.
“I can’t hit Alison.”
“Not even if I order you?” The Master sounded more interested than angry, but Peter flinched. Once again several feelings flickered over his features, but then he shook his head.
“No. I can’t.”
For a moment or two the Master pondered the answer. “I see. We all have our limits, but I had started to wonder where yours were, my dear Peter. Now we have reached them. Boundaries can always be stretched, though, but not tonight. You can leave us.”
Peter hesitated a fraction of a second and gave Alison an anguished look.
“Don’t go,” she cried, but he gingerly detached his hand from hers and left the room, closing the door softly. The Master beckoned to Alison.
“Come here. Kneel for me.”
Alison obeyed him with a mouth dry from fearful apprehension. The Master slowly removed his gloves and somehow the simple gesture seemed more threatening than any overt show of brutality.
“Your waywardness is somewhat amusing, but I really don’t have time for it at the moment.”
Then he leaned forward and placed his fingertips against Alison’s temples. His fingers felt cool, too cool against her skin and his voice lowered to a soft purr.
“Look into my eyes and see a little of what I can see. You are nothing. You have no significance in the great scheme of things and the only value you have is what I deign to give you. You should be grateful for my attention, little girl.”
Helplessly she met his eyes, caught by the intensity in his gaze and for a moment Alison thought she could see stars reflected in them. A pressure started to mount in her head from his touch, an icy coldness filling her mind with darkness and despair. She was suddenly all alone, a paltry scrap of life in an eternity that didn’t care and it hurt and it didn’t stop. Then the Master laughed and time stood still or went on forever and she would never get away, falling deeper and deeper into a black void that seemed to go on forever.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1504
Chapter: 6/12
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; mind control, implied dubious consent, mental dominance.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: This story is about the Master, so anyone who reads it in the hope of the Doctor, well, I think it's fair to warn you he is only going to have a very minor role in this fic, along with Sarah Jane and the Brig.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
(Chapter 5: After the Fall)
Before you start to cry
Don't ever leave me
As you start to lose your grip
You will stumble as you slip
It was an evening not that different from many other evenings. Peter came home late, and the Professor was with him. He gave Alison a glance and dismissed her.
“You are tired, my dear. Go to bed.”
Alison felt tired enough when the Professor said so, but she automatically pushed against his will as soon as she was alone. By the time she had undressed and gone to bed, her mind was clear and she was wide awake. Lying in the darkness, she listened after sounds downstairs. A creeping worry had started to grow inside her and as she lay in the silence, she felt more and more alarmed. She didn’t know why, this had all happened before after all. The only thing they would do was to talk business, things she had no interest in under any circumstances. Alison could easily picture them sitting in the library with drinks in their hands. The Professor would smoke and talk and Peter would mostly listen, and there was no cause to worry. But Alison couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong and in the end she got out of bed and went downstairs. She walked very quietly, she would just have a quick peek to make sure everything was all right and then go back to bed without them ever knowing.
The house was so dark and silent, she first thought they had left without her noticing, but then she saw a dim light from the library. The door was partially open, and she stopped in the shadows outside and looked inside the room. Only one lamp was lit on a sideboard, making the room into a dark cavern, but the light still lit up the two persons in there. Alison saw the Master sitting in an armchair, much as she had imagined it. There was even a drink on the small table beside him, and one of his cigars was slowly burning itself to cinders on the ashtray. But Peter was kneeling in front of him and her heart seemed to stop beating as she fully took in the scene before her. What she saw was past Alison’s wildest imagination, but there was still a part of her that was not surprised at all. There had been so much silence between her and Peter and she ought to have realised it wasn’t only she who wasn’t speaking to him. Peter had stopped talking to her too, and she had failed to understand he had something to hide as well.
The Master said something in such a low voice she couldn’t make out what he was saying, but she caught Peter’s indrawn breath, it almost sounded like a sob. The Master leaned forward and kissed him, a black-gloved hand tangled in Peter’s blond hair. Alison’s face felt stiff from shock, and her heart constricted painfully, before it started to beat faster. Her blood pounded in her ears so loudly she wondered why the men before her couldn’t hear it. But they seemed to focus only on each other and she could watch them undisturbed. What happened there wasn’t something new, she didn’t see uncharted territory unfold before her, but something that had clearly happened many times before this night.
Alison watched them and she knew how it all felt for Peter because she had kneeled like that too. The carpet underneath one's knees, she knew how it felt, so soft and thick it wasn’t painful to crouch down like that. Leather encased fingers caressing one’s skin, a promise in them of thrills yet to come, the warm excitement that shot through one’s body and the overwhelming need to please. The Master’s eyes that seemed to look inside your mind, knowing how much one longed. How a hand moved through one’s hair, before closing, and the head tugged back, not uncomfortable but never without the threat of pain. And those cool kisses that demanded complete surrender even if they were gentle.
She pressed a hand against her mouth to stop herself from making any sound, but otherwise she stood perfectly still. Alison couldn’t move, couldn’t stop watching, though she knew she had to leave before the Master realised she was there. But where could she go? She was only dressed in her nightgown, so to walk out of the house was impossible. But it felt equally impossible to go back to her bedroom. There was nothing to go back to, but there was nothing to go forward to either. So she stayed where she was, frozen in place and perhaps she wasn’t completely silent after all because the Master suddenly raised his head. He looked straight at her as if he could see her standing there in the dark.
”Come in, Alison, come in and join us.”
Alison hesitantly stepped inside the library; she would rather have run away, but she didn’t dare to disobey. Peter scrambled to his feet; he looked dazed, the same look she had caught on her own face in the mirror at times. It was quickly replaced with guilt and shame when he saw her and everything hurt inside Alison again. There were so much they needed to talk about, but not here and now with the Master’s eyes on them. But she took Peter’s hand in hers, holding tight and he squeezed back and the eagerness in which his hand met hers gave her a little comfort. They stood together, side by side in front of the Master and it struck her how wrong it was they should stand there like naughty children and not adults in their own home. The Master leaned back in his armchair, looked them over and noticed their clasped hands, which made him raise an eyebrow and smile faintly.
“Well, well, this was somewhat unexpected. But why not? I have felt a bit bored lately.”
He sounded quite amiable, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes and Alison could feel Peter shudder. She took a step closer to him and Peter glanced at her, trying, but failing to smile.
The Master continued. “I have told you both that I expect you to obey me or you will be punished. Your wife, Peter, seems to find this very simple concept difficult to grasp. I have been lenient and have let her get away with a warning before, but it’s clear to me she needs a more severe lesson. I could do something about it, but I think if you were to discipline her, it would have a much better effect. Go on, you know what I want you to do.”
Peter looked startled, but then, to Alison’s horror, the dazed look returned. She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened around hers as he turned to her, raising an arm. She involuntarily closed her eyes, but the expected blow never came. When she looked up again, she saw Peter looking like himself again.
“I can’t hit Alison.”
“Not even if I order you?” The Master sounded more interested than angry, but Peter flinched. Once again several feelings flickered over his features, but then he shook his head.
“No. I can’t.”
For a moment or two the Master pondered the answer. “I see. We all have our limits, but I had started to wonder where yours were, my dear Peter. Now we have reached them. Boundaries can always be stretched, though, but not tonight. You can leave us.”
Peter hesitated a fraction of a second and gave Alison an anguished look.
“Don’t go,” she cried, but he gingerly detached his hand from hers and left the room, closing the door softly. The Master beckoned to Alison.
“Come here. Kneel for me.”
Alison obeyed him with a mouth dry from fearful apprehension. The Master slowly removed his gloves and somehow the simple gesture seemed more threatening than any overt show of brutality.
“Your waywardness is somewhat amusing, but I really don’t have time for it at the moment.”
Then he leaned forward and placed his fingertips against Alison’s temples. His fingers felt cool, too cool against her skin and his voice lowered to a soft purr.
“Look into my eyes and see a little of what I can see. You are nothing. You have no significance in the great scheme of things and the only value you have is what I deign to give you. You should be grateful for my attention, little girl.”
Helplessly she met his eyes, caught by the intensity in his gaze and for a moment Alison thought she could see stars reflected in them. A pressure started to mount in her head from his touch, an icy coldness filling her mind with darkness and despair. She was suddenly all alone, a paltry scrap of life in an eternity that didn’t care and it hurt and it didn’t stop. Then the Master laughed and time stood still or went on forever and she would never get away, falling deeper and deeper into a black void that seemed to go on forever.
