Warnings: Hurt!Donna, angst, mentions blood, mentions tied up Donna. It's dark.

A/N: Response to jaded_jamie's prompt word PAIN. Thanks to beautiful beta Prof_Yaffle.

Neon light glinted on the blue steel chains that held her arms back, and shone on the tears that slid slowly down her face.

Blue eyes, bright with pain, watched the Time Lord as he knelt down beside her. She flinched as he reached for her, his fingertips tracing the bruises on her face, his eyes dark as they took in the blood drying on her cheek. His movements were slow, measured.

"Donna, close your eyes."

His voice was barely a whisper. She did as she was told. He gave no sign of noticing the shudder that ran through her body as his lips touched hers. The kiss was over almost before it began but when she opened her eyes he was staring at her. Then he blinked and drew himself up to his full height, towering over her. Donna's breath hitched in her throat when the Doctor reached out to take hold of the other end of the chains that bound her. Wrapping them possessively around his forearm, he turned to face the leering crowd. He addressed her captors, his expression thunderous,

"I have done all you asked. I claim this woman as my own, now let her go."

See Chapter Two for sequel