Adagio practically oozed with malicious joy as she stepped from behind the curtain to see what's she's caught.
"Ooh, this is just delicious!" She grinned as she looked the Time Lord over.
"You're filled with SO much hate, old man, and there's something familiar about you." She pondered facing his front. The spell she cast may have rendered him immobile, but with his strong mind, the Doctor fought her control, and glared at her with piercing eyebrows.
"Oh, I can see you're cross. Well, at least your eyebrows are. Independently so." Adagio observed. But, there was something in his stare that shook her. It took her a moment, but she started to recognize the man behind the face.
She gasped, then chuckled. "You're the legendary Doctor aren't you?" She hissed.
"You're the one that made Star Swirl aware of us, and banished us to this Celestia-forsaken place." A smile swept across the Siren's face.
"And now you can be the one to have us return. Your powers over time and space are well-known, Doctor, and with you under my spell I can get revenge and conquer this world AND Equestria. My Dazzlings and I will be unstoppable." Adagio felt evil glee fill her heart at the idea of having two worlds worship her.
All this talk of evil plans made the Doctor's hate grow stronger, feeding the stone in his hand. Adagio could feel the stone getting stronger, and sucked in some of that energy. "Hmm, you must have a deep and troubled past, Doctor. I had no idea anyone could be filled with so much negative energy." She faced her slave, and made him kneel. "Now, kind sir, place my necklace around your queen." She smirked viciously, taunting the Time Lord, knowing he had no choice but to obey her command.
The Doctor did as he was told. "Good boy." She cooed, ruffling his short, grey hair.
"Come now, Doctor," She said holding a puff of smoke, and whipping it like a chain to get the Doctor to stand. "We've got to get the band back together." She hissed, swaying her hips as she walked on in confidence to her underlings.
While the Doctor couldn't speak or move on his own accord, he could still think, and he had given Twilight his psychic paper. Hopefully she'd get the message. I put it on vibrate, didn't I? He thought as he was carted off to Rassilon knows where….