The second the words left the Masters mouth The Harrier punch’s him in the face, sending him sprawling backward. “That is MY word! You don’t use it!” he growls, kicking in in the ribs a few times.
“You can ether do what I want, Or I can leave with the food.” he say as he towers over the Master.
Whatever he had been expecting, this reaction wasn’t it. Everything had happened too quickly, and so he laid curled up on the floor, bracing himself for the next attack.
There was a reason he had been going out to go shopping when he was taken, and that was because there hadn’t been time to get food for the TARDIS in the last day. He couldn’t just let him leave. Who knew when the next meal would be.
The Time Lord looked up at the other with a glare and slowly got to his knees, moving forward to unzip his trousers. ‘It’s just like a Closet Meeting.’ he told himself. ‘Yeah, except with a bloody twat.’ he responded to himself, having a feeling that the already frequent internal dialogues were going to occur even more.
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”See want happens when you do good job?” The Harrier laughs at the Master, as he add more cream to his fingers and rubs...
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He made a face as even more was rubbed into his face, but this was most certainly different. This was…. he’d never felt...
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