RUN

My Inevitable End

I can feel my temperature rising. I think the Tardis senses we're in danger, but what good is that when we are already trapped.

"No, wait! Missy, what could you possibly want with them?" The Doctor exclaims, struggling against the cuffs.

Missy laughs. " Simple. I want to hurt you Doctor. I want to hurt you, like you hurt me. And I'm going to use them to do it." The Doctor hurt her? Who is she? Another possessive ex? How many are there? I can't even be jealous or sad anymore, just pissed off. Wives coming back from the dead, raging lunatic girlfriends pretending to be God. I mean come on. This is what he's into?

"You have me! Look, all locked up in your very scary chair. Let them go and I'll do whatever you want."

" Oh but where is the fun in that? Besides, I want to use Clara for alittle demonstration." The Cyberman starts to pull me towards another chair exactly like the one the Doctor is in, rising out of the floor. No matter how many times I try to plant my feet firmly on the ground, the Cyberman easily drags me over to it pushes me onto the chair. My arms are yanked by an invisible force towards the cuffs as well as my legs. They immediately snap onto my wrists and ankles and I find out it's useless to struggle. The Doctor's chair turns so it is facing me, and we are both staring into eyes panicked. We don't have a plan. His sonic screwdriver lies on the floor along with River's gun.