"Yes, Master..." she said to his retreating back.

As he disappeared, whatever hold he had on her severed with the closing of the door. It was as if strings that had been holding her together were finally snapped. She fell to her knees and hands with an audible cry of pain and rage. Biting her lip till it bled, she kept repeating to herself to not make a sound. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming for him anymore... if she could help it.

And something told me, she never would be able to 'not' scream... if it was what he truly wanted.

She spent some time, gasping and trying to put herself together. After what seemed like an eternity, she managed to pick herself up and get back to her quarters. She ignored the jeers and stares of a few who taunted her. One student tried to block her path, but her single look was all it took to make the girl back off with a blanched look. Whatever was in Jinsala's pain and rage was evident in her eyes.

Back in her room, she collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep with a promise to herself, her Master, and any gods who would listen, that she WOULD grow in power so she would never feel that helpless again. She hoped it was the lesson he had wanted her to learn, cause it was the one that was seered into her brain.