By this point the Doctor had no idea what brought this on. Probably something about freedom as a concept, maybe he'd smiled too much or perhaps it was simply one of these days the drums could only be drowned out by his screams.
He hated to give in, he hated showing weakness. But while he was stronger than many gave him credit for, there was no way he could bear hot iron against his shoulder without screaming.
The Doctor's arms were raised above him, shackled together with a chain running to the ceiling. It was hot in here and he was thirsty. There was some kind of crude leather bit tied between his lips. It wasn't enough to silence his screams, but he figured it was mostly to keep him from biting his own tongue.
When the iron was finally removed, he was shaking, only the chain keeping him from falling to his knees. He turned his head to the side to press his face against his upper arm, desperately trying to get his breathing under control. No crying, that wouldn't do.
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He hated to give in, he hated showing weakness. But while he was stronger than many gave him credit for, there was no way he could bear hot iron against his shoulder without screaming.
The Doctor's arms were raised above him, shackled together with a chain running to the ceiling. It was hot in here and he was thirsty. There was some kind of crude leather bit tied between his lips. It wasn't enough to silence his screams, but he figured it was mostly to keep him from biting his own tongue.
When the iron was finally removed, he was shaking, only the chain keeping him from falling to his knees. He turned his head to the side to press his face against his upper arm, desperately trying to get his breathing under control. No crying, that wouldn't do.