The Bag - Confrontation

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The last episode link is here if you missed it: The Bag - Act

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Ella felt the pain in every filament as her hair was yanked back. She tried to keep her expression dispassionate but the pain burned. Control, Ella. Control. She willed her mind to follow the mantra.

He had hurt her before. She knew that He enjoyed it, but she knew that He liked His victims to express their pain. He got no fun out of "dead meat", those not willing to play. He loved the runners, the squealers, the pleaders. She would not give Him the satisfaction.

She had faced Him before and she would face Him now. But this time, she wasn't alone.

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The Master struggled to his feet. He had made a decision. He could no longer live a life like this, of violence and subservience. He thought of his mother and tears filled his eyes. He would not leave her but he worried for the demands that he would have to make of her, leaving, and how she would bear up.

And Marshall? He looked down at the foot soldier who was groaning softly on the floor. He needed to get him help. No, more than that - he couldn't leave him to Him.

He would not be that person anymore.

Bending, he lifted Marshall up, cradling his battered head as he did. Once stood, the Master supported Marshall, like a wounded comrade and made a call.

"Mother? I need you to listen. Pack a bag and do it quickly."

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Jason could feel Ella's pain and he wanted it to stop. This man was a fucking brute. His fist was tightly wound in Ella's hair, His teeth clenched. Her head was right back, her throat exposed. Jason squirmed at her vulnerability.

Jason's thoughts went to sacrifices, blood-letting, death.

"No!"

Still not sure where or what he was anymore, Jason reached for His arm and grabbed it. No response. No recognition of touch.

Fuck! How could he stop Him?

Jason growled in frustration and reached for where His hand was gripping Ella's hair.

And it was this that changed the game. As Jason's hand touched her hair, Ella's eyes shot open with a gasp.

Jason felt the surge, followed by a snap.

Then silence, then screaming.

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So, who is it who's screaming?

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