"Oh, how sweet," the Master crooned softly, catching the edge of the memory, and tugging at it. Sifting through it, savoring the fear in it, the terror that Jack was feeling now. Searching for other memories that held that same overwhelming sense of fear.
He pushed harder, delving for deeper, older memories, wandering through Jack's past in search of the Doctor, John, and fear. Anything Jack was afraid of, any memory that brought up fear or anger or helplessness.
"Show me that darkness, Jack. Show me that naked whimper in the night, that fear and rage. What makes you beg, what makes you cry, what makes you get on your knees and do anything to just to make it stop?"