The Doctor had time to meet the Master's smirk, his eyes lifting, before this round started.
He choked on his gasp as the plug against his head squealed at a frequency that felt like it was tailored to making a Time Lord's brain boil inside his skull, the coil around his neck burning as he tried to spasm away and found that it was all rather difficult when you were effectively tied down. The Doctor jerked against the restraints. Agony coursed through him starting from his head and working his way down to his toes and then right back up again because apparently this was a round-trip marathon and no one had the courtesy to tell him anything.
It took him a long while to realize that eventually the machine had shut off, perhaps on a timer. Perhaps Sobek had enough time to start getting it through that helm that Time Lords were different and that he needed to adjust his approach.
The Doctor coughed, chest heaving as he opened his eyes, struggling to breathe as his hearts fluttered. Head hurt. Thinking hurt and while that was normally a good thing because it meant he'd actually been given a challenge, this...probably wasn't one of those times. Right. The Master and Sobek. He was just starting to remember where he was, his limbs trembling as he tried to get his body under control.
He might need more than a moment to find his voice again, his hair slicked down with sweat as he tried to make sure his brain hadn't liquified. It hadn't, right?
Re: TIME SKIP
He choked on his gasp as the plug against his head squealed at a frequency that felt like it was tailored to making a Time Lord's brain boil inside his skull, the coil around his neck burning as he tried to spasm away and found that it was all rather difficult when you were effectively tied down. The Doctor jerked against the restraints. Agony coursed through him starting from his head and working his way down to his toes and then right back up again because apparently this was a round-trip marathon and no one had the courtesy to tell him anything.
It took him a long while to realize that eventually the machine had shut off, perhaps on a timer. Perhaps Sobek had enough time to start getting it through that helm that Time Lords were different and that he needed to adjust his approach.
The Doctor coughed, chest heaving as he opened his eyes, struggling to breathe as his hearts fluttered. Head hurt. Thinking hurt and while that was normally a good thing because it meant he'd actually been given a challenge, this...probably wasn't one of those times. Right. The Master and Sobek. He was just starting to remember where he was, his limbs trembling as he tried to get his body under control.
He might need more than a moment to find his voice again, his hair slicked down with sweat as he tried to make sure his brain hadn't liquified. It hadn't, right?