Xeltia ran to her flat, panting. "Please, ju-just stop this." She muttered, struggling to take control of her body again.
"Poor, Xeltia. You just want me to end the pain?" The voice said, smirking.
"Sorry, I can't do that, but don't worry, young Timelord. The end will come soon enough."
Xeltia threw everything off the tables, shelves, emptied every cabinet and drawer, getting angrier and angrier. "Where is it?!" The voice yelled, standing in the middle of the trashed flat. "Oh, the Vortex Manipulator?" Xeltia started, grinning. "I left it with a friend of mine."
"That pathetic little girl?"
"Nope, the other one. Violet." She giggled, barely able to say, "And she's in another universe with her parents!" The voice growled, glaring at the white wall in front of them. "You're going to pay for that, with every single piece of your sanity, then your life." He chuckled, feeling Xeltia's fear slowly rising. "First, let's take care of those emotions, shall we?"
(*snickers* She's going to turn into a Vulcn...)