Professor Keller; chapter 5
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1790
Chapter: 5/?
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; mind control, implied dubious consent, mental dominance.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
She lies in his arms and without any qualms
Revels in shallow delights
She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all
Peter never told Alison he had given a key to Professor Keller and Alison never told him she knew. She didn’t care about it anymore, she was busy spending her time waiting for the Professor to come to her. It was like she was living in a dream, sometimes she briefly acknowledged she didn’t seem to care about anything else anymore, but then she shrugged it off. Alison felt happy, and the Professor made her feel so good. It was unlike anything she had experienced before with Peter, or any earlier boyfriend. She felt everything was well and would continue to be so as long as she obeyed whatever demands he put on her. It had felt awkward to call him Master the first time he had insisted on it, now she thought nothing else could suit him. Following his orders made her feel better than she could ever have imagined, leaving a euphoria behind which lasted long after he had left her.
Somehow she failed to notice how she stopped seeing her friends, one by one. After a while she only left home when Maria was there to clean and she could be sure the Master wouldn’t come, or if he told her to follow him or Peter to some kind of fund-raising events. She noticed, but didn’t care, how Peter spent less and less time alone with her. He was busy the Master told her and it must be true if he said so. Perhaps she would have stayed in this strange dreamlike state forever if the Master hadn’t gone away for a fortnight, taking Peter with him.
The first few days Alison fretted and longed, feeling at loss without directions. But one morning she woke up with a sudden sense of freedom, feeling like she was wide awake after a very long sleep. She could do anything she wanted and found she had nothing planned. For the first time she realised how lonely she had become and she couldn’t understand why. But the worst was how she had so blithely and without concern deceived Peter in the worst possible way. Why had she let the Professor persuade her to something like this when she didn’t love him or even liked him? It must have been a bizarre infatuation which had now run its course and she felt deeply ashamed over herself.
She missed Peter a lot. Now, when he wasn’t at home at all, she realised how little she had seen of him lately. All the things they used to do together, long walks, concerts, art exhibitions, spending evenings home in front of the television, were all things they 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 he was home again, Alison thought, she would break it off with the Professor and then she would focus on making her relationship with Peter work better again.
When Peter came home he seemed changed though she couldn’t tell how. He was his usual cheerful self and perhaps it was just Alison’s imagination playing 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 to not see the Professor again.
But when she told the Master she wanted to end it, he laughed.
“Did you really think you had anything to say in this matter? It stops when I say so. You will do what you are told.”
“You can’t make me.”
“Yes, I can. And if you fail to please me, I can do several very unpleasant things to you, don’t think for a moment I wouldn’t. In fact, I would enjoy it very much, but not yet, I think. Instead I believe it will be enough for you to know I will tell Peter exactly what has been going on behind his back if you decide to be contrary. I am sure you don’t want to lose him and you will if he learns about this.”
“Are you 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 I don’t fit into your idea of a gentleman.”
Alison felt both bewildered and confused. “I don’t understand.”
The Master laughed again
“Of course you don’t and I find your naivete most charming. You aren’t equipped to fathom how anyone can be deliberately cruel to such a lovely creature as yourself.”
He smiled as if to take the edge of his words. “Don’t look so distressed, my dear. Come here, you know I can make you feel better.”
Alison followed him to the door when he left, and when she turned away from it she suddenly saw a woman looking at her. A familiar woman with brown hair and blue eyes who smiled in a very unsettling way, making Alison hurt inside. She frowned, trying to figure out who this person was, but not until the smiling woman frowned back did she realise she was looking at her own image in the hall mirror. Slowly she went closer, touching the glass, feeling dull and empty inside and she couldn’t understand why. The smile slowly slipped away as she tried to think clearly, her memories of the previous hours inexplicably elusive
The Master, she had told him she didn’t want to see him again, but he had made her see the error of her ways. Alison frowned again. no, that wasn’t quite right. Her mind felt like something was blocking her thoughts, as if a soft wedge had been driven inside her head like a barrier.. Tentatively she tried to press imaginary hands against it, making her stomach clench in fluttering panic. She shouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t like it, he would be angry, but she tried again anyway, even if it made her head hurt. It felt like every time she pushed, she could think a bit clearer, and she determinedly continued, leaning both hands on the mirror and staring into her own eyes as if her mirror image could help.
And then she was herself again, just like that, as if a balloon had popped. Exhausted and with a blinding headache Alison sat down on a chair. Whatever it was the Master had done to her head, it had made her feel good, now her mind was her own again. But with it came the realisation how neatly she had been cornered into a trap and she had no idea how to get out of it.
If the earlier weeks had felt like a dream, now it felt like a nightmare. Not because anything had changed in how the Master treated her. When he came, he enthralled her as before, making everything feel wonderful and right. In a way Alison longed for it, to forget how miserable she was for a little while, but the enchantment didn’t linger anymore, she didn’t let it. Every time he left she pushed against those feelings of happiness, reminding herself that no matter how good he could make her feel, this was something forced upon her. She got better and better at it, escaping the bonds he laid upon her thoughts quicker and without tiring herself out as much. But she could not find a way to free herself from the Master, apart from the one she didn’t want; to confess to Peter.
Gradually Alison grew more and more afraid of the Master, becoming convinced the urbane and polite professor he presented was just a masque. Underneath lurked something so different that Alison couldn’t even begin to grasp it. She only knew she would do anything to not be made to see who he really was when just a glimpse of it terrified her like this. And she became convinced she had only been given a respite, in the end he would hurt her, he was just waiting for the right moment. He was playing a game with her where only he knew the rules, but she would still be punished if she made a mistake. The Master was right, she didn’t understand why anyone would purposefully make someone else as miserable as he made her. But she still knew it was true, her reluctance and fear excited him, and her realisation of it only served to make her even more scared of him.
Isolated and alone she had no one she could talk with about her situation. The things she couldn’t say to Peter felt like an invisible wall between them, built higher and higher of silence. Her friends would never understand and neither would Janice. She still phoned her sister more and more often, but could not, dared not, tell her what was really going on in her life. But Janice quickly understood something was wrong, her worry more and more pronounced for every call. Alison said she and Peter were going through a rough patch, 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 wouldn’t hear how hard she was crying.
Peter worked more and more and they still didn’t have sex. He said he was too tired and Alison didn’t press the issue. She didn’t feel like her body was her own anymore and thought Peter would notice something was amiss if he touched her. She lost weight and started to sleep badly, haunted by dreams filled with the Master’s voice. It was then she realised Peter’s sleep was disturbed as well. He dreamt nightmares that made him cry, but when she asked, he claimed not to remember any of them, even if she woke him in the middle of a scream. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but Alison lay awake at night, listening to his whimpers 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. We’ll go anywhere you want!”
Alison smiled and agreed, but she wondered if they would be allowed to go. The situation became more and more unbearable and she had almost decided to tell Peter, even though she knew it would devastate him. Anything would be better than living like this, but before she had time to collect enough courage for the revelation, something happened to change everything.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1790
Chapter: 5/?
Characters: Delgado!Master, Original female character, Original male character, the Third Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, the Brigadier
Pairings: The Master/OFC, the Master/OMC, OFC/OMC
Warnings: For this chapter; mind control, implied dubious consent, mental dominance.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a Professor Keller and find themselves trapped in a spiralling nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
(Chapter 1: Party Girl)
(Chapter 2: Watch Your Step)
(Chapter 3: Little Triggers)
(Chapter 4: You Belong To Me)
She lies in his arms and without any qualms
Revels in shallow delights
She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all
Peter never told Alison he had given a key to Professor Keller and Alison never told him she knew. She didn’t care about it anymore, she was busy spending her time waiting for the Professor to come to her. It was like she was living in a dream, sometimes she briefly acknowledged she didn’t seem to care about anything else anymore, but then she shrugged it off. Alison felt happy, and the Professor made her feel so good. It was unlike anything she had experienced before with Peter, or any earlier boyfriend. She felt everything was well and would continue to be so as long as she obeyed whatever demands he put on her. It had felt awkward to call him Master the first time he had insisted on it, now she thought nothing else could suit him. Following his orders made her feel better than she could ever have imagined, leaving a euphoria behind which lasted long after he had left her.
Somehow she failed to notice how she stopped seeing her friends, one by one. After a while she only left home when Maria was there to clean and she could be sure the Master wouldn’t come, or if he told her to follow him or Peter to some kind of fund-raising events. She noticed, but didn’t care, how Peter spent less and less time alone with her. He was busy the Master told her and it must be true if he said so. Perhaps she would have stayed in this strange dreamlike state forever if the Master hadn’t gone away for a fortnight, taking Peter with him.
The first few days Alison fretted and longed, feeling at loss without directions. But one morning she woke up with a sudden sense of freedom, feeling like she was wide awake after a very long sleep. She could do anything she wanted and found she had nothing planned. For the first time she realised how lonely she had become and she couldn’t understand why. But the worst was how she had so blithely and without concern deceived Peter in the worst possible way. Why had she let the Professor persuade her to something like this when she didn’t love him or even liked him? It must have been a bizarre infatuation which had now run its course and she felt deeply ashamed over herself.
She missed Peter a lot. Now, when he wasn’t at home at all, she realised how little she had seen of him lately. All the things they used to do together, long walks, concerts, art exhibitions, spending evenings home in front of the television, were all things they 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 he was home again, Alison thought, she would break it off with the Professor and then she would focus on making her relationship with Peter work better again.
When Peter came home he seemed changed though she couldn’t tell how. He was his usual cheerful self and perhaps it was just Alison’s imagination playing 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 to not see the Professor again.
But when she told the Master she wanted to end it, he laughed.
“Did you really think you had anything to say in this matter? It stops when I say so. You will do what you are told.”
“You can’t make me.”
“Yes, I can. And if you fail to please me, I can do several very unpleasant things to you, don’t think for a moment I wouldn’t. In fact, I would enjoy it very much, but not yet, I think. Instead I believe it will be enough for you to know I will tell Peter exactly what has been going on behind his back if you decide to be contrary. I am sure you don’t want to lose him and you will if he learns about this.”
“Are you 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 I don’t fit into your idea of a gentleman.”
Alison felt both bewildered and confused. “I don’t understand.”
The Master laughed again
“Of course you don’t and I find your naivete most charming. You aren’t equipped to fathom how anyone can be deliberately cruel to such a lovely creature as yourself.”
He smiled as if to take the edge of his words. “Don’t look so distressed, my dear. Come here, you know I can make you feel better.”
Alison followed him to the door when he left, and when she turned away from it she suddenly saw a woman looking at her. A familiar woman with brown hair and blue eyes who smiled in a very unsettling way, making Alison hurt inside. She frowned, trying to figure out who this person was, but not until the smiling woman frowned back did she realise she was looking at her own image in the hall mirror. Slowly she went closer, touching the glass, feeling dull and empty inside and she couldn’t understand why. The smile slowly slipped away as she tried to think clearly, her memories of the previous hours inexplicably elusive
The Master, she had told him she didn’t want to see him again, but he had made her see the error of her ways. Alison frowned again. no, that wasn’t quite right. Her mind felt like something was blocking her thoughts, as if a soft wedge had been driven inside her head like a barrier.. Tentatively she tried to press imaginary hands against it, making her stomach clench in fluttering panic. She shouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t like it, he would be angry, but she tried again anyway, even if it made her head hurt. It felt like every time she pushed, she could think a bit clearer, and she determinedly continued, leaning both hands on the mirror and staring into her own eyes as if her mirror image could help.
And then she was herself again, just like that, as if a balloon had popped. Exhausted and with a blinding headache Alison sat down on a chair. Whatever it was the Master had done to her head, it had made her feel good, now her mind was her own again. But with it came the realisation how neatly she had been cornered into a trap and she had no idea how to get out of it.
If the earlier weeks had felt like a dream, now it felt like a nightmare. Not because anything had changed in how the Master treated her. When he came, he enthralled her as before, making everything feel wonderful and right. In a way Alison longed for it, to forget how miserable she was for a little while, but the enchantment didn’t linger anymore, she didn’t let it. Every time he left she pushed against those feelings of happiness, reminding herself that no matter how good he could make her feel, this was something forced upon her. She got better and better at it, escaping the bonds he laid upon her thoughts quicker and without tiring herself out as much. But she could not find a way to free herself from the Master, apart from the one she didn’t want; to confess to Peter.
Gradually Alison grew more and more afraid of the Master, becoming convinced the urbane and polite professor he presented was just a masque. Underneath lurked something so different that Alison couldn’t even begin to grasp it. She only knew she would do anything to not be made to see who he really was when just a glimpse of it terrified her like this. And she became convinced she had only been given a respite, in the end he would hurt her, he was just waiting for the right moment. He was playing a game with her where only he knew the rules, but she would still be punished if she made a mistake. The Master was right, she didn’t understand why anyone would purposefully make someone else as miserable as he made her. But she still knew it was true, her reluctance and fear excited him, and her realisation of it only served to make her even more scared of him.
Isolated and alone she had no one she could talk with about her situation. The things she couldn’t say to Peter felt like an invisible wall between them, built higher and higher of silence. Her friends would never understand and neither would Janice. She still phoned her sister more and more often, but could not, dared not, tell her what was really going on in her life. But Janice quickly understood something was wrong, her worry more and more pronounced for every call. Alison said she and Peter were going through a rough patch, 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 wouldn’t hear how hard she was crying.
Peter worked more and more and they still didn’t have sex. He said he was too tired and Alison didn’t press the issue. She didn’t feel like her body was her own anymore and thought Peter would notice something was amiss if he touched her. She lost weight and started to sleep badly, haunted by dreams filled with the Master’s voice. It was then she realised Peter’s sleep was disturbed as well. He dreamt nightmares that made him cry, but when she asked, he claimed not to remember any of them, even if she woke him in the middle of a scream. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but Alison lay awake at night, listening to his whimpers 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. We’ll go anywhere you want!”
Alison smiled and agreed, but she wondered if they would be allowed to go. The situation became more and more unbearable and she had almost decided to tell Peter, even though she knew it would devastate him. Anything would be better than living like this, but before she had time to collect enough courage for the revelation, something happened to change everything.
