He followed and before Clara could even place her hand on top of the dirty handrail and the top of the stairs his wrist was tight around hers.

"Thank you" Clara said taking the new mug from The Doctor that he had prepared.

"No problem" He settled back down on the sofa and began listening to her story once again.

She wasn't sure what to do next. She had two options, fight or flight. She was so tired and so so eager to to get home and just collapse into bed.

Nethertheless she fought.

"Clara" The Doctor whispered. She moved her head so she stared at his knees. He knew she was listening.

"When you said you fought..." He asked nervously.

She sat like she was originally making no sound until suddenly she began speaking again, telling the story. She was shaking and her word trembled and stuttered. Her eyes were wet and her face pale as a ghost.

Well she tried to fight.

It was difficult seeing as he had his full strength tightly around her right wrist and he continued to squeeze it until Clara was sure it would bruise.

Anyhow she tried to thrust her hand backwards and free it from his grip but she was unsuccessful.

'Let go' she said ruffled and with a deep cut voice.

'Come on in and I'll let go' he whispered as he stepped closer to her. She could feel his breath on her neck then it brushed past her cheek. She cringed, and shook her head.

'No, just let go' Clara spat back at him.

'Don't be naughty now will you?' He said before placing a long kiss to the crook in her neck.

She closed her eyes and in one motion she flicked her shoulder back and hit his face.

"Oh have we got a fighter?" He asked placing his other hand on her hip. She drew a sharp breath and tried to push his hand away. "This would be much easier if you didn't keep squirming like that" he placed another kiss to her neck and she groaned trying her hardest to push him away.

"Keep the fuck still" he demanded as she moved and thrust away from him.

"Let go" she shouted but before she could finish 'go' his hand slapped over her mouth. He tightened the grip of her jaw and pulled her backwards.

Clara's muffled screams were useless and her fighting did no damage. So was hopeless but she was sure this man wouldn't do anything to her.

He got to the apartment and threw Clara in and she landed on the floor with a thud. He slammed the door close and faced Clara who managed to stand up holding onto her clutch bag tightly.

"Oh it's a shame the guys have gone to bed. They could have helped me out" Dan said walking closer to Clara. She held her phone in her hand she was searching for The Doctors number.

"What's that you got?" He asked spotting Clara.

He pushed her against the wall using his arm to pushed her shoulders into the wall. He used his other hand to grab her clutch and the phone she was holding and throw it over his shoulder.

"You don't say a word about this" he said, teeth gritted and his lips only seconds from hers.

She shook her head.

She was a state. She hasn't even finished telling the story and she was in tears. The Doctor didn't know what to say. He couldn't really believe her. His Clara.

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