Things only get worse for Rose...

Rose sat down on the edge of the bed, head in her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She'd be able to tell her mum that she'd met Queen Victoria...but she might leave out the fact that she did so while dressed in absolutely nothing from head to toe.

Bizarrely, no one had been bothered about her nakedness; well no one but herself. The Doctor had **** her to sit smartl in the carriage with the Queen, when all Rose had wanted to do was curl up into a ball. At least when they were being given the tour of Torchwood House, Rose was able to cover herself with her arms. Despite her violent shivers and red cheeks, no one offered her anything to wear; indeed the men of the household seemed to be relishing her embarassment!

Not even the Doctor took sympathy on her, despite her whimpers and insistent tugs on his coat.

Rose could have hugged the queen when she declared that she wished for "the naked child" to be clothed. The barefooted blonde was led to a bedroom, and after the maid informed her that she would return with some clothes, Rose was alone for the first time since stepped her bare feet out of the TARDIS.

Rubbing her arms and continuing to shiver, Rose passed the time by standing up and examining the opulent bedroom she found herself. She tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a house such as this, predominately so that her thoughts didn't dwell on images of the maid laughing at her as she had been led through the house.

Without warning, the door burst open.

"WAIT!" Rose screeched; had knocking not been invented yet?!

The nude blonde dived to the floor behind the bed. Before she could find something to cover herself with, she was dragged back to her feet. Her scream was muffled by a damp cloth being placed across her nose and mouth.

The naked girl stopped resisting and relaxed as she slipped into unconsciousness.

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When Rose woke, it took her a few moments to remember what had happened, but when the disoriented girl had a firmer grasp of hers wits, she began to realise just how much trouble she was in.

Firstly, she was still naked. Whoever had decided to kidnap her clearly hadn't bothered to dress her first.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, Rose saw that she was in a cellar; that explained why her chill had only got worse, and why she ached so much after being deposited on the hard floor.

If she's had any arm hairs, they'd have been standing on end, as Rose experienced the feeling of not being alone. Gasping, she tried to pull her limbs close to her torso...but her movements were restricted by the heavy chain her wrists were cuffed to.

"Everyone stop looking!" she wailed, finding an even deeper shade of red to turn to as she struggled to her bare feet and fought against her restrains, which only caused her breasts to sway and bounce around.

"You, girl! The naked one! Come here!"

Rose almost fell over as she spun around to see who was speaking.

A man crouched inside a cage. He appeared to fighting against an inner urge, keeping his eyes locked on the nude blonde, deep in concentration.

Rose stumbled forward when someone shoved her in the back. She approached the cage nervously, pulling her hands up to her chest as best as she could.