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lindenharp) wrote2009-06-21 11:55 pm
lindenharp) wrote2009-06-21 11:55 pm
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Fic: The Masseuse's Tale
Title: The Masseuse's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Words: 100
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was.
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC. I am not making money from this. (I am, however, having a great deal of fun.)
I arrived shaking with terror, but the alien Master looked surprisingly human. "Strip," he told me. I have certification. I do not give those massages. Still, I am unashamed of my body, and I wish to live. He studied me with something colder than lust. Something... familiar.
During the massage he was motionless, requesting nothing improper. After, he said, "Get dressed". He told the guards, "She'll do. Cell 23-B." I finally understood his look. My uncle Haakon trains horses. He tests every new animal that enters his barn.
They led me away, and despite my clothing, I felt naked.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Words: 100
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was.
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC. I am not making money from this. (I am, however, having a great deal of fun.)
I arrived shaking with terror, but the alien Master looked surprisingly human. "Strip," he told me. I have certification. I do not give those massages. Still, I am unashamed of my body, and I wish to live. He studied me with something colder than lust. Something... familiar.
During the massage he was motionless, requesting nothing improper. After, he said, "Get dressed". He told the guards, "She'll do. Cell 23-B." I finally understood his look. My uncle Haakon trains horses. He tests every new animal that enters his barn.
They led me away, and despite my clothing, I felt naked.