The Monster Standing
Flora felt cold metal around her wrist, binded over her to a wall. Groaning, her eyes fluttered open, the gold seeming to brighten in her eyes as they took in her surroundings. It seemed as though she was in a empty room completely pitch black.
All she could remember was going into some police box because she was curious and being knocked out by a blow to her head. Her head was ponding with a migraine as she tried to stand, getting onto her feet
A frantic laugh burst from the dark as a shadow let its hand trail over the cold cement wall. Fishing around London finally paid off, as the gaze of this wonderful creature now anxiously darted into the darness around her.
“Welcome to my humble, humble chamber. Sorry ‘bout the darkness thing, but the TARDIS refused to lighten up this room, afraid it would see what happens to my little toys.”
“—- But no worries! You should be honoured to be added to my collection of toys. And trust me when I say that I so do want to play with you..
.. until you
.. b r e a k.”