The Devil's Pact - S01 E328

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E328

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Disbelief almost drowned out the pain. They had cut my tongue off! How could I use any of my powers without my tongue? was thrown down onto my back; then the kicking started. Pain exploded in my back, my stomach, my legs. I curled up into a ball, trying to protect myself as booted foot after booted foot slammed Into me.

I howled wordlessly in agony.

Over the pain, I heard Brandon's voice roar, "Mary Glassner! Your husband will be abused day and night until you turn yourself in. Submit to me and be my concubine, and your husband shall go freel"

Mary Glassner

I was sitting in first class alone, save for my mom and little sister. I couldn't stand everyone looking at me so I ordered them back to coach. Mom and Missy ignored me, sitting with me and holding my hands. Back in coach, they were watching the news. I was the only one that couldn't watch it, the only one who couldn't watch to see what was happening to my husband. Everyone on the plane but me was bound by the Zimmah ritual. I was the only one susceptible to Brandon's power, and I could not afford to get bound to him.

I needed to be strong, for Mark, for our family. We were all dead if Mark died. My life was tied to his, our loved ones' lives tied to ours. It all rested on my shoulders, and I felt like I was about to be crushed beneath the weight. How could I bear all this responsibility? I was only nineteen, barely an adult. My shoulders were just too slim to support this weight!

I thought of Mark, his boyish grin and deep-blue eyes. Mark needs me to be strong, to save him. I couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. I pushed at the despair, forcing it back. We were all lost if I fell apart. There had to be a way out of this. Just stay calm and think, Mary.

But I couldn't!

My mind kept drifting back to Mark. I would struggle, trying to focus, and an image of Mark being hit would fill my mind. Of Mark placed before a firing squad, shot dead. Of Mark getting hung. I would force the images away, and even worse ones would slip into my mind.

Dad walked up from coach, his presence dragging me out of my morbid thoughts. He looked haggard as he gazed at me. He swallowed, then opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. His long, red hair, streaked with gray, fell loosely about his shoulders, not pulled back into his usual ponytail. My stomach sank. "What, Dad?" I wearily asked.

"Mark's on TV," Dad said. "They're beating him."

"What else?" I asked, sensing Dad was holding back on me.

"You can't go back," Dad firmly told me.

"I know," I said sadly.

"This Brandon, he says Mark will be beaten day and night until you surrender yourself to him and be his concubine."

I felt hysteria bubbling up inside me, almost bursting out in a laugh. Of course, he wants to do to me what we did to Desiree. Mark humiliated Brandon that day, took his wife in front of him. Не wants revenge.

*Mark, I am going to save you! I sent, mustering all my confidence and determination.

*I'm fine. Do not turm yourself in. I can take it. I could feel his pain; I wanted to cry, but I had done enough of that.

I won't. I'm going to save you, somehow. Be strong, Mark! 1 looked at Dad, and ordered, "Get Sam." I felt a steely resolve growing inside me; I will save Mark. We had the Book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The answer must be in there, somewhere. A way to neutralize Brandon's powers or give me more power or something.

President Baumgarten

"Mr. President," Eustace Smyth, my Chief of Staff, said, holding up the phone. "He wants to speak with you."

I frowned, watching the TV. They were still beating the despicable Mark Glassner. For the last few months my cabinet and I had argued what to do about him. He was a dangerous man, somehow corrupting anyone that came into contact with him. My cabinet

was split; some championed Mark and his sexual politics, others thought he was the most dangerous threat to the US since the war of 1812, and should be assassinated. But that was illegal. I was the President of the United States, sworn to uphold the Constitution, sworn to obey the laws. I would not, could not, approve assassinating a US Citizen.