He continued staring hard ahead, gears clicking away as he tried to formulate some way to overcome the Master and escape. These were fogged up by his self-chastising, however, and the mortification that he felt at falling for this. He winced when the gun was driven into his back, and tried his damndest not to cry out when he was pulled backwards by the hair. Automatically his hands went up to free himself, and for a moment - only a moment - he looked up into the face of his fifth self. How cruel it was, for the Master to choose to keep this form. And him grinning twistedly, a smile that didn't fit the face it occupied, like it was some game. But Ten looked away, looked anywhere but the Master. And didn't say a word.

It was probably a mistake, but what the Master wanted was the satisfaction. He wasn't going to give it to him easily. Looking away and keeping his mouth shut, the only sound coming from him was his panting.

He needed to think of a way out.