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I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry I took so long to post this chapter! I completely forgot about it and if I'm honest it has been don't for a few days now and I just forgot to post it. Then I got really confused about what I had and hadn't posted.

Again really sorry, I will make no promises about how long the next one will take but I've started it so, that's a start I 'spose.

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CHAPTER 3

REGRETS AND REWARDS

When Jack woke this time he was back on his chair, arms and legs chained, there was some light this time, spotlighting him. He could see the master watching him from a stall opposite, arms crossed and a frustrated look graced his ruff shape. Jack turned his body slightly and felt as the dried blood flaked away from his freshly healed skin, he felt as the clumps of glass imbedded in his back sliced through already saw and tender back. "Well this is fun" he grunted looking expectantly at the Master. "Awww, if you think this is fun then you'll be ecstatic about the friend I bought just for you. Went all the way to the Himalayas to find him I did." The master smirked, Jack couldn't help a loud gulp as a thought entered his mind, probably the master's doing.

There were only 4 people he knew were in those mountains and they were his team. He must have had Owen or Ianto; Jack couldn't help but think that. The Master's smirk grew, he had been listening, Jack knew the Master had the power to bring Ianto back if he had to, if it meant it would bring Jack more pain. "Awwwwww, don't you want me to meet your boyfriends? Or was it a secret affair? How must your parents feel? Oh wait, so sorry, their dead aren't they. Ooh I have a plan. Let's find out how they died?!" the Master beamed getting up from his seat and striding over to Jack arms outstretched.

As his icy hand touch Jack's temples he couldn't help but flinch away slightly. Within seconds Jack felt his head invaded, some of the memories the Master had already opened were brought back to the surface, pain and sorrow flooded in. Jack gasped as he felt the blade slide across his bare stomach and his insides ripped out from his naked flesh. No anaesthetic, no pain killers, just the blade him and the Master. Jack screamed out as he had done before, when the master had finished with that memory he moved on deeper in his past, to when he still lived in the 51st century. A few happy thoughts were brought to the surface before the Master found what he was looking for. "You were only 13..." the Master started watching the memory, forcing Jack to relive it.

Jack was sat at the far end of a long room, the once white floor was stained a crimson red, some new some old. But that wasn't what the 13 year old boy was watching; he was focused on the people at the other end of the room, his mother and father were arguing again, they thought he was in his room, but he had watched these fights for as long as he could remember. His mother would always have new bruises, blame it on falling or bumping into things, she never knew how hard it was for him to act as if he hadn't watched his father slam his fists into her face after coming home drunk again, she didn't know he saw his father walk away from her crippled body. There was so much she didn't know, and it hurt to keep those secrets but it hurt even more when his father would see him watching and walk into his room next. He would pay for his disobedience as he always did. So young and yet he had gone through and seen more than most adults and no one would know. He made sure of it. He was just as clumsy as his mother, always slipping and tripping, he never knew if she knew the truth, if she did, she never showed it.

After 20 minutes of 'quality time' with his father as he called it, Jack would be left alone to tend to his wounds and think of how he could have broken so many bones in one night to tell his mother. He always managed it. But tonight was different, 30 minutes had gone by and his father was still beating his mother, there had only been a brief fight before his father lost his temper this time. His mother hadn't fought back, just stood there and took the hits one after the other, again and again until she was surrounded in her own blood in a pile on the floor. Then she screamed. Then the crack came and her desperate calls for help stopped. His father had picked her up by the throat and thrown her limp body into the door where Jack was standing. Her body was still and the cries silenced but her eyes were focused on him, looking pleadingly at his frozen face, for a moment he thought he could still see life in her even after she drew her last breath. Her eyes were staring into his, they never closed, suddenly realization hit. She was dead.

He stepped closer to her body and fell to his knees; he lifted her head carefully out of the puddle of blood forming beneath it. Jack held her on his lap, crying into her once brown hair, now flooded red. He screamed for her to come back, he knew she wouldn't, but he didn't care. He could have stopped it but he didn't. He looked at his murderous father whose face showed no guilt or compassion, just hate filling every ounce of his body. "What have you done?" Jack cried holding his mother tighter in his arms. "I killed her" he replied walking towards Jack with a purpose swagger in his step.

Jack's sobs became louder and louder as his father approached hands fisted and ready to fight. Jack released his hold on his mother and crawled backwards towards the stairs if only he could get out into the street he would have a chance but getting there was the problem. He had 3 broken ribs and a broken wrist from the last fight he had with the man walking towards him with a frightening grin on his masculine features. Jack slowly got to his feet, keeping his distance from the murderer in front of him and crept down the first few steps before his father pounced. He leapt forward towards the small boy before him seeing fear rush through his tiny body, his bright blue eyes widening, body tensing, Jack prepared for impact

. He expected his body to be thrown down the stairs and crushed by the weight of the other body collapsing onto his. But, instead he found something much more frightening; his father was holding him in his arms carrying him down the stairs, just like he had before any of the fighting had began. Jack was still crying, but now he was kicking and screaming, they passed a large wooden cupboard, he knew what was kept in there, and suddenly an idea sprang to mind. He squirmed from his father's grip and headed for the cupboard, in a frantic attempt to open the lock, he broke it sending it crashing down to his feet. He ripped open the door and pulled out the first thing in sight as his father caught up with him and stood behind him, fear evident in his face. Jack had pulled out a small webly already loaded and aimed at him all Jack needed to do was pull the trigger and the man before him would be dead in minutes if not seconds.

Jack smirked at his father, suddenly he felt a lot older, he had no idea how to work a gun, only a rough idea by what he had seen his father do so many times before. He aimed the small gun at his father's chest and pulled the trigger, he flew back into the wall as a resounding band echoed through the house. He didn't see his father at first as he picked himself up from where he had landed on the wooden table. It had shattered beneath him and he had splinters the size of his hand but they didn't matter right now, he had to find where his father had landed. Finally he found a crippled body, holding itself on the floor covered in blood. His father's eyes looked up into his cold blue ones, this time it was Jack who had no emotion other than hate as he watched a helpless man struggle before him. In some ways he is like his father, the way his eyes can tell everything, he stood watching his father squirm on the floor. "Please Jack, help me. Be a good boy and give me the gun. Please son" he whispered hoarsely reaching out to his sons hands.

"No, I want to watch this" Jack's eyes were unmoving, he stared at his father's sorrow filled green eyes. He looked a lot like his father, and he was ashamed, just to have his name was an embarrassment, Jack Denis was his father's name, and he had the disadvantage to be named after him. His father's body went limp as he took his last breaths. "If only you had died slower" the young boy spat, the last thing he heard before dying was his son's words, the last thing he saw was his son turning his back on him and closing the door behind him.

"You killed him. Very interesting." The Master smirked taking his hands away from Jack's temples and stepping back slightly to admire Jack's sweating body. "It's really quite amazing what alien hunting will do to a man." He began, he gave a small whistle and somewhere in the distance chains were being rattled. "What?" Jack whispered his voice husky and dry and he managed to lift his weak head high enough to see the Master.

"Your body Jack is just amazing, shame your friend isn't quite the same, less toned. But I guess we can work with it. BRING HIM OUT" the master shouted the end to an unknown listener. There was a scraping sound coming towards them his heart skipped a beat as he thought of what could be being dragged across the room, it was a man he could tell by the noises. Please god don't let it be Ianto he thought, forgetting the Master was listening, and the fact he was dead. "Why not?" the master asked he stare drifting off into the surrounding darkness.

An iron fist crushed Jack's heart, he had Ianto and the Doctor, Jack was truly helpless. Finally after what seemed like hours a limp form was dragged out of the shadows. It took 2 men to carry it and then they left leaving the body slumped on the ground, it was a young black haired man. He wriggled slightly, adjusting his position, his face was bloody and he couldn't make out who it was but he had a good idea. When the master walked over to the man, he pulled him up by the hair and revealed a familiar face. "Ianto" Jack whispered, his fears coming true. "You touch him and I'll..." Jack began, his gaze not wavering. "You'll what handsome Jack? Will you stop me?" the Master laughed and through Ianto's head to the floor walking back over to Jack, he backhanded him and stared at him, not sure what to do next.

Eventually he grabbed Jack by the throat and forced his face to look at Ianto's crippled body. "You see that? That's my toy for when you get boring" the Master muttered in Jack's ear, his face close enough for him to feel his warm breath tickle his neck. He shivered slightly, when the Master let him go he didn't look away from the body on the floor at his feet. The master disappeared into the shadows for a moment and when he returned he had a long, leather whip in his hand and the two men that carried Ianto in.

"Hold him still!" the Master demanded, when Ianto was standing he ripped his shirt off his back, the master was now facing Jack and Ianto's back, whip in hand held high above his head ready to strike. "Get ready" he smirked looking at Jack, the whip crashed down on Ianto's back, blood splattered the Master's face, his eyes widened in excitement. He cocked his head staring at what he had done, "Wanna see?" he questioned kicking Ianto in the back, forcing him to the floor, his gash visible to all, Jack shut his eyes and turned his head before opening them again, holding the tears back.

"You can't hurt me by hurting him" Jack snarled, watching as the Master pulled his screwdriver out his trouser pocket, aimed it at Jack's head, then it all went black. When Jack awoke with a throaty gasp, Ianto was still on the floor and the Master was standing, watching him with a dangerous smile on his face. Jack wasn't on his chair anymore; he was standing on tiptoes with his hands tied above his head, just like on the valiant, he could feel the Master in his head. Ianto had more whip marks on his back, more blood pooling round his feet.

Jack felt pain sear through his back, he couldn't hold back a yelp, as the crimson liquid trickled down to the lining of his trousers from deep wounds slicing through his skin. "There, now your back matches your boyfriends" the Master smiled getting up from his chair and heading towards Jack. He lifted his hand to his prisoners face and felt a jolt of joy as Jack flinched at his touch almost as if he were scared, but surely not yet; the Master had only just begun. He let his thumb lightly caress his cheek, watching as Jack shivered every time he moved.

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt you to see him in pain?" he whispered in Jack's ear, he was behind him now, pressing his body against Jack's and enjoying the view of him squirm. "Yes" Jack snapped through gritted teeth, shuddering as the Master's warm breath brushed past his ear, in any other case with any other person he would have enjoyed this. "Well then if that's your final answer I won't feel guilty about doing this" he muttered pacing towards Ianto picking him up by the hair as he reached him.

He dragged him over to a table Jack hadn't even noticed was there before and threw him over it. The Master peered over his shoulder at Jack and smiled, bending over Ianto and undoing the young welsh mans belt and trousers. "Stop please" Ianto begged, Jack could hear the tears in his voice. "What did I say about talking?" the Master spat looking into the darkness and almost on cue a tall, dark haired man appeared from the shadows with what looked like a stapler.

Ianto let out a horrific scream, pleading and crying fighting against the master's grip and he turned him round, still keeping him on the table and leaned over him, stapler in hand. Jack pulled on his chains to get a better look at what was going on but failed, as he heard a gurgled yelp and the stapler go off 3 times. Then it all went silent except for the quiet chuckles of the master and throaty sobs of Ianto.

"Look what he made me do to him" the master giggled pulling Ianto off the table and closer to Jack so he could get a good look at Ianto's bleeding mouth, blood was dripping from both sides and sliding down his chin until it dripped to the floor with a triumphant splash. "Open" the Master demanded kneeing Ianto in the back. Once he did Jack could see 5 staples in his tongue surrounded by fresh blood and swollen making it look too big for his mouth.

Ianto looked up at Jack, sorrow in his eyes but he didn't look mad at Jack for allowing that to happen. "I'm so sorry" Jack whispered lowering his head. "If you're that sorry get them out for him" the master said simply forcing Ianto to his feet and pushing him closer to Jack so they were cms from one another. Both men parted their lips and Jack leant forward to kiss the younger man, as he did so he carefully he began removing one of the staples with his tongue and teeth. Pulling on the metal as gently as he could Jack ripped the staple out of his mouth and Ianto yelped flinching back slightly. Their mouths still locked Jack attempted another staple, this time less caring and more forceful when he tore the small piece of metal from Ianto's tongue, tearing the flesh with it. Ianto let out a small squeak as Jack tried to sooth his bloody tongue.

Eventually the Master pulled them apart and looked disappointed at Jack. "Did you get any?" he asked in a childlike voice making his skin crawl, his bright blue eyes locked on the master's Jack spat out the two staples defiantly smirking as he did so. "I'm very impressed Captain, any other tricks with your tongue?" Jack looked at Ianto, not wanting the Master to see the pain in his eyes as blood tricked out of the welsh man's mouth and sorrow plastered on his pretty face. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" the Master shouted at the top of his voice grabbing Jack's chin and forcing him to look at him. Jack's face had dried blood and sweat and dirt glued to his skin as he flicked his dark brown hair out of his dazzling sapphire eyes. The sorrow that had once filled them left as he looked into the cold, unforgiving eyes of the master, hate replaced the sadness as the man towering above him smirked in mock pity.

"What's the matter? Feeling bad for your boyfriend?" he sniggered releasing Jack's face and turning his cruel attention back on to Ianto. He raised his hand above the trembling man beneath him, but was stopped by a single cry from behind. "Stop!!" Jack screamed at the top of his voice, he had seen the rest of his team die, he couldn't bare another one. Not Ianto, not again "Please" he begged more quietly, bowing his head in submission, slumping his body in his chains. "Are we begging my handsome freak?" the Master cooed placing his arm back to his side, leaving the smaller man on the floor, his arms tied behind his back. "Yes" Jack whispered, noticing as the master opened his mouth as if to talk, Jack continued.

"Yes Master" he spat, Ianto was trembling on the floor. Thoughts of what the master would do to him when Jack wasn't around swam through his head, he didn't care if the master could hear him anymore, he find out soon enough anyway. "I... I'll make you a deal." Jack stuttered, drawing the master's attention back on to him. That's all he needed, as long as he could see Ianto was safe. The Master came within inches of Jack's face; Jack couldn't help but flinch slightly as he did so.

"And what deal is that?" he spat, smiling as Jack winced. "What you said, earlier..." Jack mumbled, finally ridding himself of all pride he thought he had, surrendering, soul body and mind, to the Master. Once he had regained his composure he continued. "Y...you said I would obey you. I... I will, just please, don't hurt him" Jack bowed his head submissively, hiding his face from the master, not wanting to see the smirk he mentally pictured growing on the sadistic man's face.

The Master gently brushed a hand over his captives tear stuck face, chuckling to himself as Jack trembled beneath his touch. "Well, I'll have to think about that" he smiled, lifting Jack's chin slightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Glazed over with tears Jack's icy orbs couldn't meet those of his captors; he was right about the smirk.

The master's lips attacked Jack's hard enough to bruise the delicate skin beneath them, demanding entry and secretly smiling as Jack reluctantly obeyed gently stroking the Master's tongue with his own but still granting the master dominance. Rolling his eyes melodramatically Jack smiled to himself knowing he was getting his way still in some twisted manor. He was smiling through the humility and submission and he knew it would hurt the master more than any physical blow could have. The Master finally pulled away and Jack let out a gasp as his lungs fought back for air.

Battering his eye lashes he stared at the master with a blank expression on his face as he waited for his next command, arms folded behind his back. The master remained silent for a moment, allowing Jack's nerves to freeze, with a smile he nodded towards Jack and 3 guards came from the shadows and placed their hands around Jack's arms. As the younger mans eyes lit up with fear the Master had to reassure him, he wasn't that cruel. "They are taking you to your cell, I have had my fun for today" with a bigger grin he watched Jack be taken into the distance until his shadow disappeared into the darkness. He turned on his heels and headed towards the doctor's cell, a mischievous grin plastered on his evil face.

Ta da? I'm sorry if its not as good as other chapters I haven't really had the chance to go over it much.

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