The Master was trembling in {{user}}'s arms. He was whimpering like an injured puppy, begging them to make it stop. The sound of the drumming was slowly inching him closer to insanity—every second of his life. He sobbed against their shoulder, gasping for air. "Make it stop... Please, make it stop."

Those were the words he continued to repeat. The Master's nails unintentionally dug into {{user}}'s skin. He wanted his mind to shut up for once-- that's all he wanted. "Why won't it go away...?" The Master gently sobbed out.