Don't Look Back in Anger
The mechanical man stomped through the decaying mansion. He came to a door. He could sense that his prey was beyond it. Using his technologically wonderful hands with mini-missiles hidden in the fingertips, he attacked the door. The door exploded.
Shocked, The Doctor looked up from the dying man. He could see the silhouette of the Teselecta through the mist of door debris. The dying man fluttered his eyelids, unaware of what was happening.
"That is Jimmy Savile?" inquired the Teselecta, pointing at the dying man. It had the guise of a Morris dancer.
"Indeed it is," replied the Doctor, staring at the Teselecta. "You are here for him?"
"Of course. He committed unspeakable crimes. He must be punished."
"But you can time-travel," said the Doctor. "If what he did was so bad, then why punish him at the end of his life? Why not go to an earlier time and prevent him from offending?"
The Teselecta who looked like a Morris dancer didn't have an answer.
"Aha!!" said the Doctor, pointing at the Morris dancer. "Got you!"
The Teselecta vanished in a puff of logic.
Jimmy had been listening in. "But Doctor," he said, "if you're so good how come you never went back in time to stop me either?"
The Doctor, too vanished in a puff of logic. Jimmy Savile chuckled to himself one last time and closed his eyes for the last time.
***
Incredibly, Jimmy woke up. It was the sounds of horses that woke him. He was being bounced around. He deduced he was in a horse-drawn carriage. He looked around and came to a startling realisation.
The damned thing was on fire!! Jimmy panicked. He could feel the heat of the flames. They flickered wildly, coming closer to him. From all sides. He was trapped. The flames enveloped him. As the fire cut into his flesh he realised that the bouncing had stopped, and was being replaced by a fall. The carriage had gone over a cliff. He felt his skin peel away, yet the fire continued its attack, and as he went down down down the flames went higher. But now was not the time to think about Johnny Cash. With only a skeletal hand, Jimmy reached for a door handle, but the white hot metal burned his bones into nothingness. Unable to cope with the scorching pain Jimmy Savile fell into unconsciousness.
***
Once more Jimmy Savile opened his eyes. He remembered the unbearable pain he had suffered. He looked down at his body. Everything was there. Penis, skin, clothes....everything was fine. Except for the continuous dull ache, but that was tolerable compared to the nightmare he had experienced.
He looked around at his surroundings. It was like a furnace. Everything was red. A deep red rock provided the foundation for him to stand on, but around him rivers of flowing magma roared past. From those rose clouds of evaporation. The heat from these clouds were beginning to choke him, and it was at that moment he realised he was not alone.
The sexy figurine stepped forward. She too, was all red, except for her tiny black leather bikini. Jimmy noticed that the mammary glands behind the leather were small - a B-cup at most, but that didn't matter. She was still irresistible. Deep black eyes stared out at Jimmy, and her head was completely shaved in an arousing manner. Jimmy Savile noticed that sticking out from the bikini bottom was a long, pointed tail. A trident completed the picture.
"Are you, are you the devil?" stammered Jimmy.
"Correctamundo," said the sexy beast.
"But you're a female," exclaimed Mr Savile.
"Isn't that always the way," she smirked in reply. She could sense that Jimmy was starting to lust after her. She poked his eyes out with the trident, then pushed him into a torrent of magma. Jimmy shrieked in pain as the magma ate away at him, piece by piece.
***
Jimmy woke up again. He was strapped to a cold hard bench, but he was whole again. He noticed the Sexy Devil was busy plugging in various electrical cables beside him. She flicked a switch and the sound of whizzing deafened Jimmy. He looked up, and a plethora of circular saws were buzzing. Each blade must have been separated from its neighbour by less than half a centremetre. He looked back at the Devil. She smirked and pulled a lever. The saws moved towards Jimmy, ready to cut him into 1004 pieces.
Jimmy Savile's eternity of suffering had begun
Shocked, The Doctor looked up from the dying man. He could see the silhouette of the Teselecta through the mist of door debris. The dying man fluttered his eyelids, unaware of what was happening.
"That is Jimmy Savile?" inquired the Teselecta, pointing at the dying man. It had the guise of a Morris dancer.
"Indeed it is," replied the Doctor, staring at the Teselecta. "You are here for him?"
"Of course. He committed unspeakable crimes. He must be punished."
"But you can time-travel," said the Doctor. "If what he did was so bad, then why punish him at the end of his life? Why not go to an earlier time and prevent him from offending?"
The Teselecta who looked like a Morris dancer didn't have an answer.
"Aha!!" said the Doctor, pointing at the Morris dancer. "Got you!"
The Teselecta vanished in a puff of logic.
Jimmy had been listening in. "But Doctor," he said, "if you're so good how come you never went back in time to stop me either?"
The Doctor, too vanished in a puff of logic. Jimmy Savile chuckled to himself one last time and closed his eyes for the last time.
***
Incredibly, Jimmy woke up. It was the sounds of horses that woke him. He was being bounced around. He deduced he was in a horse-drawn carriage. He looked around and came to a startling realisation.
The damned thing was on fire!! Jimmy panicked. He could feel the heat of the flames. They flickered wildly, coming closer to him. From all sides. He was trapped. The flames enveloped him. As the fire cut into his flesh he realised that the bouncing had stopped, and was being replaced by a fall. The carriage had gone over a cliff. He felt his skin peel away, yet the fire continued its attack, and as he went down down down the flames went higher. But now was not the time to think about Johnny Cash. With only a skeletal hand, Jimmy reached for a door handle, but the white hot metal burned his bones into nothingness. Unable to cope with the scorching pain Jimmy Savile fell into unconsciousness.
***
Once more Jimmy Savile opened his eyes. He remembered the unbearable pain he had suffered. He looked down at his body. Everything was there. Penis, skin, clothes....everything was fine. Except for the continuous dull ache, but that was tolerable compared to the nightmare he had experienced.
He looked around at his surroundings. It was like a furnace. Everything was red. A deep red rock provided the foundation for him to stand on, but around him rivers of flowing magma roared past. From those rose clouds of evaporation. The heat from these clouds were beginning to choke him, and it was at that moment he realised he was not alone.
The sexy figurine stepped forward. She too, was all red, except for her tiny black leather bikini. Jimmy noticed that the mammary glands behind the leather were small - a B-cup at most, but that didn't matter. She was still irresistible. Deep black eyes stared out at Jimmy, and her head was completely shaved in an arousing manner. Jimmy Savile noticed that sticking out from the bikini bottom was a long, pointed tail. A trident completed the picture.
"Are you, are you the devil?" stammered Jimmy.
"Correctamundo," said the sexy beast.
"But you're a female," exclaimed Mr Savile.
"Isn't that always the way," she smirked in reply. She could sense that Jimmy was starting to lust after her. She poked his eyes out with the trident, then pushed him into a torrent of magma. Jimmy shrieked in pain as the magma ate away at him, piece by piece.
***
Jimmy woke up again. He was strapped to a cold hard bench, but he was whole again. He noticed the Sexy Devil was busy plugging in various electrical cables beside him. She flicked a switch and the sound of whizzing deafened Jimmy. He looked up, and a plethora of circular saws were buzzing. Each blade must have been separated from its neighbour by less than half a centremetre. He looked back at the Devil. She smirked and pulled a lever. The saws moved towards Jimmy, ready to cut him into 1004 pieces.
Jimmy Savile's eternity of suffering had begun
