EATER OF SOULS
Chapter Four Amenemhet sneered at the Doctor and Rose, as he opened the cell door. “Here is your new home, peasants,” he said. “At least until you are executed.” The Doctor glared at him. “I wouldn’t bet on it,” he said. “Still being arrogant, are we?” he asked. “I bet you won’t be so arrogant when you feel the whip across your back.” He gave him an evil grin. “Or…would you rather watch your lady friend get flayed alive. I bet the sound of her screams as her skin is taken off her piece by piece will be enough to quiet your insolent tongue.” He laughed, as the Doctor let out an enraged yell and fought the soldier's grip while he struggled to reach him. “Yes, I think we’ll start with the woman first. Then, you can stand there, helpless, chained to the wall as you watch her agony,” he said. He smirked, as the Doctor fought harder to reach him. Suddenly, without warning, the Doctor managed to get one arm free and with lightning fast speed, he punched Amenemhet in the face. He let out a grunt when the soldiers tackled him and began pummeling him on his face and chest. Rose let out a terrified scream, as blood began to pour out of the Doctor’s nose. “Stop! Please stop!” she begged. “Stop,” Amenemhet said to the other soldiers “I don’t want him hurt too much. I want him to be strong, so he’ll be broken by the torture.” The soldiers let up, and Rose sobbed as the Doctor lay semi-conscious on the floor. His breathing ragged, he looked up at Rose trying to reassure her with his eyes. “I’m…okay…Rose,” he said slowly. “Don’t…cry…” The captain snickered when Rose broke free from her captors and fell to the ground beside the Doctor. He smirked when she stroked his hair and cradled his head in her lap. “Aw, isn’t this sweet,” Amenemhet said, in a sickeningly sweet voice. “His woman is comforting him.” He reached down and stroked her hair. “Maybe you can comfort me too,” he said to her. “I would love to have you as my concubine. My bed is a lot more comfortable than this dark dungeon.” “I’d rather die,” Rose spat at him. Amenemhet shrugged. “Well, that can be arranged. But wouldn’t you rather spend your nights beside a real man instead of this little wimp?” He knelt down and put his arms around her. He chuckled while Rose struggled to get out of his grip and the Doctor tried to get up on his elbow to reach her. He sneered at the Doctor. “Of course, with your pretty looks, you might just make a good concubine yourself. I bet there’s a man out there with a taste for pretty boys who would be willing to tame you.” His sneer grew wider. “Of course there wouldn’t be much left to tame after you come out of the torture room,” he added. “Get your hands…off Rose,” The Doctor gasped out. Amenemhet looked at his men. “Do you hear that? He’s still being defiant. This one doesn’t know when to quit.” He smirked at him. “Well, we’ll see how defiant you are when you’re tortured in the morning,” he said. He looked at Rose. “In the meantime, I think I’ll keep your little pet with me tonight. She obviously needs some comforting after seeing you get beat up.” He chuckled when the Doctor became livid. “What? You mean you want your woman to spend the night in the cold, damp cell, rather than a nice, warm bed?” he asked. Rose flinched when Amenemhet ran his tongue up the side of her neck. She gasped when the Doctor struggled to get to him. “No! Doctor! Don’t get up! You’re hurt,” she pleaded with him. “I don’t care,” the Doctor grunted. “I won’t let him take you from me.” Amenemhet looked at his men. “Look at this,” he said to them. “The little flea doesn’t know when to quit.” The Doctor grunted when the captain backhanded him across the face. He smirked, as he fell back to the ground. His smirk fell off his face when he suddenly felt Rose elbow him hard in the ribs. Rose broke free of his grip and tried to push through the soldiers. She gasped when one of the soldiers punched her in the stomach and brought her to her knees beside the Doctor. She gritted her teeth in pain when the captain seized her hair and jerked her face to his. “You spawn of a jackal bitch, I was trying to be nice and offer you a way out of your fate. But, if you insist on suffering with this insolent fool, then be my guest. You can spend the night freezing and in the morning, you will be screaming with pain. I have lost patience with both of you.” He looked at his men. “Throw them in. Let the dung beetles have one night together before the torture begins.” He jerked Rose up by her hair, as two soldiers grabbed the Doctor and jerked him to his feet. The captain looked down when he heard a clatter on the stone floor. He reached down and picked up the sonic screwdriver that had fallen from the Doctor’s coat. He examined it for a moment, as the Doctor silently glared at him. “What’s this, thief? More treasure you have stolen?” the captain asked him. The Doctor glared at him. “Well, now we have some proof of your crimes,” the captain said turning the sonic screwdriver over in his hands. “With a little persuasion tomorrow, you can tell us where you got this, and where the scroll of Thoth is, and maybe, just maybe if you cooperate, you and your woman can have a quick, merciful death.” He opened the cell door. Nodding to his men, he stepped aside, as they threw the Doctor and Rose inside. As Rose crawled to the Doctor’s side, the captain shut the door and smirked at them through the bars. “Enjoy your night,” he said to them. “I will be back here tomorrow bright and early to escort you to the torture room. Until then, pleasant dreams.” He paused. “Oh, and by the way,” he added, “we will be going to check on your friend and her missing daughter. I promised you I would take care of the matter, and I would hate to go back on my word. That’s something thieves would do, not me.” With a snicker, Amenemhet and his men walked away from the cell, as Rose bent over the injured Doctor.
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