It's my Party...

Jack was left hanging from the center of the Hub.  He was not yet healed up, his lower parts in shreds.  The Hub was a mess, painted a reddish brown, the railings strewn with his intestines like garland.  There were chandeliers made of bone, a 'dessert table' covered in anything but, and a stench that would take weeks to clear.

The Broken Doctor and Broken Master had been exacting.  He'd learned quite a lot about the pair during his ordeal, poor man.  Things that were not in either Hub's central databases.  They stood the same way.  Finished sentences.  The Doctor was a monster.  The Master cried out as if hurting him made him feel guilty.

Something was wrong.

All he could hope, as he died that final time, was that Ianto would not be the one to find him.  He was in lucky.  The Time Lords had disabled security.  And that meant to the Vaults as well.