Who: Eleven and Sexy What: Rescue <3 When: After the Master gets shanked Where: Wherever she's being held and such Warnings: References of torture, TBD Status:Incomplete/Thread
Two and a half weeks. That was how long she'd been taken. How long she'd been tortured. And despite being a Time Matrix, there was a span of ten minutes from a week earlier and since then, the link to her thief had been filled with anger. First he'd been confused and desperate and angry. Now he was just angry. As she had since she'd been taken, Sexy had focused on his Time Stream. It was the brightest to her. The connection had saved her. If it weren't for that, perhaps she wouldn't have survived this long. Perhaps she would have stayed dead and the Master be unable to revive her. But that connection held true despite it, so just as she had been doing already, Sexy grasped onto it to get through the pain, to get through the fear.
Oh, this had been so much worse than the alternates. The wrong versions of people. It had lasted for so long and oh how the Mater had enjoyed himself. He had danced and mocked and called her his Paradox and she had wanted to fight him. Kick. Bite. Whatever. But she couldn't because she was strapped to a table, unable to move. Unable to do anything but endure all the tortures he had subjected her to. The shocks and electrocuting, the whippings and cutting along her limbs both deep and shallow, feeling as though she was drowning but not subjected to actual water. Being stretched on a rack. The different tortures had seemed endless. Extreme temperatures, forced to stay awake. Starved.
Her voice was all but gone by now. The pain overwhelming. But an end was coming. Decisions were being made. Time streams coming to an end. She could see it even as she struggled to stay conscious. While others might have lost track by now of how long it had been, of what was happening, Sexy knew. She would always know. They were coming. Her thieves. His companions. The Master's time stream would be destroyed. He wanted to destroy them. To kill her in front of them but it was him would would die and they all could breathe again.
But it hurt. Everything he had subjected her to. The loss of time. Worry for them all. Even seeing the possible outcomes. Seeing the time stream vanish. It hurt. Everything just hurt.