Professor Keller, chapter 4
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 5/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; mind games, reference to highly dubious consent.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Things don't go so well for Alison and Peter, but the Master is undoubtley enjoying himself very much.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Peter never told Alison that he had given a key to Professor Keller and Alison never told him she knew. She didn’t tell him what happened after either. By the time he came home, the Professor was long gone, and she pretended to sleep in bed, wondering if her afternoon had been a dream or not. In the weeks that followed she seemed to remain in the same dreamlike state and at times she caught herself thinking she would wake up soon.
The Professor continued to visit her when she was home alone and Alison never knew if, or when, he was going to come. Peter was away so much after all, and Maria, who cleaned for them, only came twice a week. So when she didn’t go out with Peter for one of those endless parties, she stayed at home, nervous and elated, unable to concentrate on anything more than a few minutes at the time.
When he came he made her feel so good. It was unlike anything she had experienced before with Peter, or any previous boyfriend. She felt that everything was well and would continue to be so as long as she obeyed whatever demands the Master put on her. Following his orders made her feel better than she could ever have imagined, leaving a euphoria behind that lasted long after he had left her.
Still, as a running counterpoint was the fear she felt for him, a feeling that didn’t abate over time, but rather grew. The more time Alison spent with him, the more she became convinced that the urbane and polite professor was just a masque. Though he did not mistreat her, as he had promised he didn’t hurt her again, there was still something with him that continued to alarm her. Underneath lurked something so different that Alison couldn’t even begin to grasp it, she only knew that she would do anything to not be made to see who he really was.
It wasn’t until the Professor went away for a fortnight and took Peter with him, that Alison woke up. The first few days she fretted and longed, feeling at loss, but one morning she woke up with a sudden feeling of freedom. She could do anything she wanted and found she had nothing planned. For the first time she realised that she had completely stopped seeing her friends and the only commitment she hadn’t dropped was her history class. In fact, the only times she had left her home recently were when the Professor had told her to do something.
And she missed Peter a lot. It was strange that she hadn’t noticed how little time they spent alone together these days until he wasn’t at home at all, but she did. Now she could see that all the things they used to do together, long walks, concerts, art exhibitions, were all things they just didn’t do anymore. And they had stopped sleeping with each other. That part of their relationship had always been easy and fun, but now she couldn’t even recall the last time they had made love.
When Peter came home he seemed changed, though she couldn’t tell how, or if it was just because she hadn’t seen him in a while. He was his usual cheerful self and perhaps it was just Alison’s imagination that played tricks with her. They hugged each other hard and everything felt just right. Alison had forgotten how right it felt to stand like this, Peter’s familiar arms around her and his scent and warmth enfolding her. She had forgotten how happy it made her, and it strengthened even further the decision she had made while she had waited for him to return. Now she was going to tell the Professor she wouldn’t see him anymore. What had happened between them had been some kind of madness, she wasn’t in love with him, and she didn’t even like him.
But when she told the Professor she wanted to end it he just laughed. “You have no say in this matter. It stops when I say so. You will just do what you are told.”
“You can’t make me.”
“Yes, I can. You forget that I know you very well and I could, for example, tell Peter exactly what has been going on behind his back. I could, of course, do something altogether more unpleasant to you, but I believe I don’t have to. You don’t want to lose Peter and you will if he learns about this.”
“You are blackmailing me?”
The Professor sounded unruffled. “Indeed I do. Don’t look so astonished, did you think I was above such things? You should have learned by now that I don’t fit into your idea of a gentleman. Now, don’t sulk, it doesn’t become you.”
And Alison had to accept that she had been very neatly trapped, and she didn’t know how to get away. Isolated and alone she had no one around she could talk to about her situation. The things she couldn’t say to Peter felt like an invisible wall between them, built higher and higher of silence. She started to phone Janice, her older sister, more and more often, but could not, dared not, tell her what was really going on in her life. Instead she said that she and Peter were going through a rough patch, just to get some brisk encouragement of any kind. It was true; after all, it was just that Peter didn’t know it.
“You have too much time on your hands,” Janice said. “No wonder you mope. You should start a family; I haven’t had time for any brooding since the little monsters arrived.”
And she went on telling Alison what her niece and nephew did and about the normal, happy life she lived far away from London. In her life there were no menacing men who took control over your life and shaped it after their own devices. Alison listened and had to cover the microphone with a hand so Janice couldn’t hear how hard she was crying.
When the Professor came he enthralled her as before. In a way Alison longed for it, to forget how miserable she was for a while, but the enchantment didn’t linger anymore. She found she could escape it even quicker if she made herself remember how he had cornered her. No matter how good he could make her feel, it was still not of her own choice. She became better and better at it and she could find herself faster, but she could not find a way out, apart from the one she didn’t want; to confess to Peter.
They still didn’t have sex. Peter worked a lot for the Professor and she could understand if he was too tired. She had not the same excuse, she just couldn’t feel like her body was her own anymore and that Peter surely would notice that something was amiss. She started to sleep badly, and it was then she realised that Peter did so as well. He dreamt nightmares that made him cry, but when she asked, he claimed not to remember any bad dreams, even if she woke him up from them. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but Alison lay awake and listened to him and felt more and more worried.
“You work too hard,” she told him. “Slow down and rest more. And you need to spend more time with me.”
But Peter just grinned and told her not to worry. “It will slow down soon, and then we will take a nice long vacation, just you and me.”
Alison smiled and agreed, but she wondered if they would be allowed to go.
Things changed an evening when the Professor had come over for dinner. After he gave Alison a glance and dismissed her.
“You are tired, my dear. Go to bed.”
Alison obeyed, feeling sleepy enough, but well in bed she found herself wide awake. A creeping sense of worry drove her up again and down the stairs. The house was so dark and silent she first thought that the Professor and Peter had left without her noticing, but then she saw a dim light from the library. The door was partially open, and she stayed in the shadow and looked inside the room.
The Professor was sitting in an armchair and Peter was kneeling in front of him. The Professor said something in such a low voice she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she caught Peter’s indrawn breath when Keller touched him, it almost sounded like a sob. He leaned forward and kissed him, a hand with its black glove in Peter’s blond hair.
Alison’s face felt stiff from shock, and her heart constricted painfully, but part of her was not surprised at all. All that silence between them, Peter had, she realised, stopped talking to her long before she stopped talking to him. And how foolish of her to believe that she had somehow protected Peter from the Master with her acquiescence. Had Peter believed the same?
She watched them and she knew how it felt to kneel like Peter did and she knew what sensations he felt. The carpet underneath one's knees, so soft and thick it wasn’t painful to crouch down like that. Leather encased fingers caressing one’s skin, a promise in them of thrills yet to come, the warm excitement that shot through one’s body and the need to please. The Master’s eyes that seemed to look inside your mind, knowing how much one longed. How a hand moved through one’s hair, before closing, and the head tugged back, not uncomfortable but never without the threat of pain. And those cool kisses that demanded complete surrender even if they were gentle.
Alison felt it all, a hand clasped over her mouth, but perhaps she made a sound after all because the Master raised his head and looked straight at her, as if he could see her standing there in the dark.
”Come in, Alison, come in and join us.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 5/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; mind games, reference to highly dubious consent.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Things don't go so well for Alison and Peter, but the Master is undoubtley enjoying himself very much.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Peter never told Alison that he had given a key to Professor Keller and Alison never told him she knew. She didn’t tell him what happened after either. By the time he came home, the Professor was long gone, and she pretended to sleep in bed, wondering if her afternoon had been a dream or not. In the weeks that followed she seemed to remain in the same dreamlike state and at times she caught herself thinking she would wake up soon.
The Professor continued to visit her when she was home alone and Alison never knew if, or when, he was going to come. Peter was away so much after all, and Maria, who cleaned for them, only came twice a week. So when she didn’t go out with Peter for one of those endless parties, she stayed at home, nervous and elated, unable to concentrate on anything more than a few minutes at the time.
When he came he made her feel so good. It was unlike anything she had experienced before with Peter, or any previous boyfriend. She felt that everything was well and would continue to be so as long as she obeyed whatever demands the Master put on her. Following his orders made her feel better than she could ever have imagined, leaving a euphoria behind that lasted long after he had left her.
Still, as a running counterpoint was the fear she felt for him, a feeling that didn’t abate over time, but rather grew. The more time Alison spent with him, the more she became convinced that the urbane and polite professor was just a masque. Though he did not mistreat her, as he had promised he didn’t hurt her again, there was still something with him that continued to alarm her. Underneath lurked something so different that Alison couldn’t even begin to grasp it, she only knew that she would do anything to not be made to see who he really was.
It wasn’t until the Professor went away for a fortnight and took Peter with him, that Alison woke up. The first few days she fretted and longed, feeling at loss, but one morning she woke up with a sudden feeling of freedom. She could do anything she wanted and found she had nothing planned. For the first time she realised that she had completely stopped seeing her friends and the only commitment she hadn’t dropped was her history class. In fact, the only times she had left her home recently were when the Professor had told her to do something.
And she missed Peter a lot. It was strange that she hadn’t noticed how little time they spent alone together these days until he wasn’t at home at all, but she did. Now she could see that all the things they used to do together, long walks, concerts, art exhibitions, were all things they just didn’t do anymore. And they had stopped sleeping with each other. That part of their relationship had always been easy and fun, but now she couldn’t even recall the last time they had made love.
When Peter came home he seemed changed, though she couldn’t tell how, or if it was just because she hadn’t seen him in a while. He was his usual cheerful self and perhaps it was just Alison’s imagination that played tricks with her. They hugged each other hard and everything felt just right. Alison had forgotten how right it felt to stand like this, Peter’s familiar arms around her and his scent and warmth enfolding her. She had forgotten how happy it made her, and it strengthened even further the decision she had made while she had waited for him to return. Now she was going to tell the Professor she wouldn’t see him anymore. What had happened between them had been some kind of madness, she wasn’t in love with him, and she didn’t even like him.
But when she told the Professor she wanted to end it he just laughed. “You have no say in this matter. It stops when I say so. You will just do what you are told.”
“You can’t make me.”
“Yes, I can. You forget that I know you very well and I could, for example, tell Peter exactly what has been going on behind his back. I could, of course, do something altogether more unpleasant to you, but I believe I don’t have to. You don’t want to lose Peter and you will if he learns about this.”
“You are blackmailing me?”
The Professor sounded unruffled. “Indeed I do. Don’t look so astonished, did you think I was above such things? You should have learned by now that I don’t fit into your idea of a gentleman. Now, don’t sulk, it doesn’t become you.”
And Alison had to accept that she had been very neatly trapped, and she didn’t know how to get away. Isolated and alone she had no one around she could talk to about her situation. The things she couldn’t say to Peter felt like an invisible wall between them, built higher and higher of silence. She started to phone Janice, her older sister, more and more often, but could not, dared not, tell her what was really going on in her life. Instead she said that she and Peter were going through a rough patch, just to get some brisk encouragement of any kind. It was true; after all, it was just that Peter didn’t know it.
“You have too much time on your hands,” Janice said. “No wonder you mope. You should start a family; I haven’t had time for any brooding since the little monsters arrived.”
And she went on telling Alison what her niece and nephew did and about the normal, happy life she lived far away from London. In her life there were no menacing men who took control over your life and shaped it after their own devices. Alison listened and had to cover the microphone with a hand so Janice couldn’t hear how hard she was crying.
When the Professor came he enthralled her as before. In a way Alison longed for it, to forget how miserable she was for a while, but the enchantment didn’t linger anymore. She found she could escape it even quicker if she made herself remember how he had cornered her. No matter how good he could make her feel, it was still not of her own choice. She became better and better at it and she could find herself faster, but she could not find a way out, apart from the one she didn’t want; to confess to Peter.
They still didn’t have sex. Peter worked a lot for the Professor and she could understand if he was too tired. She had not the same excuse, she just couldn’t feel like her body was her own anymore and that Peter surely would notice that something was amiss. She started to sleep badly, and it was then she realised that Peter did so as well. He dreamt nightmares that made him cry, but when she asked, he claimed not to remember any bad dreams, even if she woke him up from them. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but Alison lay awake and listened to him and felt more and more worried.
“You work too hard,” she told him. “Slow down and rest more. And you need to spend more time with me.”
But Peter just grinned and told her not to worry. “It will slow down soon, and then we will take a nice long vacation, just you and me.”
Alison smiled and agreed, but she wondered if they would be allowed to go.
Things changed an evening when the Professor had come over for dinner. After he gave Alison a glance and dismissed her.
“You are tired, my dear. Go to bed.”
Alison obeyed, feeling sleepy enough, but well in bed she found herself wide awake. A creeping sense of worry drove her up again and down the stairs. The house was so dark and silent she first thought that the Professor and Peter had left without her noticing, but then she saw a dim light from the library. The door was partially open, and she stayed in the shadow and looked inside the room.
The Professor was sitting in an armchair and Peter was kneeling in front of him. The Professor said something in such a low voice she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she caught Peter’s indrawn breath when Keller touched him, it almost sounded like a sob. He leaned forward and kissed him, a hand with its black glove in Peter’s blond hair.
Alison’s face felt stiff from shock, and her heart constricted painfully, but part of her was not surprised at all. All that silence between them, Peter had, she realised, stopped talking to her long before she stopped talking to him. And how foolish of her to believe that she had somehow protected Peter from the Master with her acquiescence. Had Peter believed the same?
She watched them and she knew how it felt to kneel like Peter did and she knew what sensations he felt. The carpet underneath one's knees, so soft and thick it wasn’t painful to crouch down like that. Leather encased fingers caressing one’s skin, a promise in them of thrills yet to come, the warm excitement that shot through one’s body and the need to please. The Master’s eyes that seemed to look inside your mind, knowing how much one longed. How a hand moved through one’s hair, before closing, and the head tugged back, not uncomfortable but never without the threat of pain. And those cool kisses that demanded complete surrender even if they were gentle.
Alison felt it all, a hand clasped over her mouth, but perhaps she made a sound after all because the Master raised his head and looked straight at her, as if he could see her standing there in the dark.
”Come in, Alison, come in and join us.”
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Date: 2015-05-28 07:12 pm (UTC)Here are the things I picked up on the way:
"and she pretended sleep in bed": to sleep
"Following his orders made her feel better than she could ever had imagined leaving euphoria behind that lasted long after he had left her.": have imagined, and I would have added a comma after "imagined"
"Underneath
lurked something so different that Alison couldn’t even begin to grasp it, she only knew that she would do anything to not be made to see who he really was.": random line break
"feeling at loss": at a loss?
"It was strange that she hadn’t notice how little time they spent alone together": noticed
"She started to phone Janice, her older sister, more and more often, but could not, dared not; to tell her what was really going on in her life.": could not, dared not tell her?
"Instead she said that she and Peter were going thorough a rough patch": through
“You have too much time on you hands,”: your
"there was no menacing men": were?
"She had not they same excuse": the
"The carpet underneath ones’ knees": one's
:)
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Date: 2015-05-28 07:45 pm (UTC)The next chapter is mostly written, so it should be up some time during the weekend.
And, as always, a huge thanks for the typo spotting!
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Date: 2015-05-31 02:40 pm (UTC)Great! :) And you're welcome!
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