My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (3 page)

Something banged outside of
the
room. My
mind went to Federico, who’d left me here to be raped. Right now I
hated him too, and I even hated my boss for allowing me to walk
into a job that he knew would destroy me.

Frano stilled to wipe the tears from my
face, then he swore and withdrew from me. “I don’t need to force
myself for sex,” he muttered, getting off the bed. He pulled off
his condom and threw it. It landed on my breasts. “You should be
grateful!” he yelled. “Not spit at me, nor cry when I fuck
you.”

He took off into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind him. A phone went off, the twirl ring
filling the room, making Frano reappear. He stormed past the bed
and grabbed the phone off the desk, barking, “What?!” He snapped
his mouth shut, his whole body tensing, then he growled low. “Put
him through.” After a pause, he spoke again. “You are to return
those women to me immediately!” His jaw clenched. “Don’t give me
false pleasantries, don, I don’t appreciate it. That has nothing to
do with me! No! I have told you enough times that I will
not
hand Jagger over,
and I do not wish to say it for eternity, because you are
not
getting him. If you
wish to take retribution for your brother then you must come up
with something that both of us can agree upon.” He sneered. “You
must think I’m a fool to believe that is all you’re after.” He
clenched the phone tighter, the veins in his hand standing out.
“That I can believe, plus Jagger deserves it.
Buono
,
I will have a dinner prepared for you and
your
famiglia
so we can get this over and done with. Six o’clock?” He
nodded. “I will make sure Jagger is ready. And I must say; I’m
happy we have finally found a solution, because the Donatelli and
the D’Angelos were never meant to be enemies.
Ciao
.” He hung up, then strode over to
me. “This is going to hurt,” he said, smiling. Without opening the
clamps, he pulled them off my nipples, the pain making me scream
into the ball.

Frano laughed, looking extremely happy,
the man my sadistic nightmare.

2

Jagger

The guard
continued talking softly in
Italian, Federico’s kind words a salve to the pain Alberto had
caused me. Yet, it wasn’t the beating that Alberto had heaped upon
my body that hurt the most; it was the mental pain that had come
after: the taunts and actions that spoke of me being
puttano.
But, I wasn’t a
whore. My sleeping with the slaves was not a choice; it was a part
of my job as their trainer. Still, what Alberto had done to me was
damning, the way he’d pushed me onto the bed, tore down my pants,
and mocked me as though I wanted his filthy
cazzo
was beyond belief. I wanted to make
him suffer for humiliating me. And if it wasn’t for Frano,
the
animale
would be dead by the end of the night, with his cock cut
off and stuffed in his mouth
,
as well as a dagger resting in his heart, which I should’ve
done to his godfather.

“
What Alberto did was
unthinkable...” Federico said, reverting back to
English.

That was putting it
mildly.
I
shuddered at the thought. The disgusting brute had been hard, his
lust for power no doubt behind it, because I knew he wasn’t gay,
the
bastardo
using my slaves as if they were part of his personal harem.
But rapists were all alike, sexual preference not always a factor,
something I wish I didn’t know about—a downside of my sick job and
life.

I wiped my face. It
wasn’t
because I was crying, no, my tears had dried up many years
ago, it was because I was exhausted from traveling and training
more slaves than usual, the orders coming in faster than I could
handle. This week I had five slaves leave the cells, Honey amongst
them, which meant I had to kidnap more women. I wished that
American slaves weren’t so popular, so I didn’t have to fly back
there, the flights something I detested. I’d rather snatch my prey
from the continent, preferably Scandinavia, where the blondes were
real. I also wished that the women didn’t require training, that we
could just ship them off like the Slavs did, but our market was
specific, our clients requiring certain types of slaves, subs that
were trained for their explicit tastes, often perverted as they
were, or masochists who cried to be whipped and begged to be
hurt.

“
Stai bene?
” Federico said, asking if I
was okay.

“
I’m fine, I’m just tired,” I
mumbled, pushing up from the bed.

F
ederico stood with me, looking as if he
thought I’d collapse or curl up on the floor, which was ridiculous,
because I wasn’t some weak slave, just aching from the beating
Alberto had given me, the bruising along my ribs from his kicks
probably already beginning to color my skin.

I headed for the door,
humiliation a hard
cocktail to swallow. As I went to go upstairs a wave of dizziness
overtook me, probably from the knock to my head, which I had
sustained from Alberto throwing me down the staircase. Or maybe it
was from the acid I’d taken earlier. But regardless, I needed
support before I dropped. I leaned against the wall, the cold of
the stone seeping through to my bones.

Federico placed a hand on my shoulder,
tentatively at first, then more assured when I didn’t shake it off.
“Do you require a doctor?” he asked.

“
No.” I turned and walked up the
staircase, needing to get to my room. I didn’t want the man’s pity,
nor could I handle it. I headed across the lounge and ascended the
main staircase, stopping at the top. I turned to Federico,
wondering why he was still following me. “You can take leave now,”
I said.

“
The don wants me to guard
your room.”

“
Why?”

“
To protect you from
Alberto.”

I clenched my jaw, the mention
of my cousin angering me.
“I have a lock, I don’t need a guard,” I said,
knowing it was very possible that Alberto could attack me again. I
should never have provoked him, the man a raging bull.

“
Regardless, the don has
commanded it
,” Federico said, looking like he wasn’t going to back
down.

“
Okay,” I snapped. “Do as you
please.” I headed down the left wing and pushed open my door, the
surprise awaiting me in my room freezing me. Alberto’s wife was
standing by my bed, looking battered, her face painted like my
ribs. I didn’t need to ask who had hit her; the answer was more
than obvious.

I shut the door quickly, hoping
that Federico didn’t see her
, although it was pointless, since she would have
to go past him to leave. “You are not permitted in my room,” I
growled, keeping my voice low.

“
I didn’t have a choice. Alberto
found out about us,” she said. Her blonde hair was a mess, her eyes
watery and red from crying, while the front of her dress was
ripped, blood spotting the white cotton, making it look as if
Alberto had raped her, which he probably had, the man nothing but a
monster.

“
He attacked me too,” I said,
wishing the woman would just leave. She made me feel guilty for
putting her in this position, but then again, she knew what Alberto
was like before she’d married him, so the guilt should be laid
squarely at her own feet, plus she’d been the one who’d chased
me—still chased me, the woman not realizing that I was bored with
her.

She walked up to me,
her face full of
concern, as though her bruises paled in comparison to mine. “How
bad did he hurt you?” She took a hold of my shirt and opened it,
her gaze running over my torso. “You should have a
dottore
check you over,”
she said, looking even more upset.

I removed her hands from my
shirt.
“No,
I’m fine. Now leave.” I pushed past her, heading for the bathroom.
She followed me inside, making me spin around on her. “Leave,
Bianca!”

She
jerked back. “Don’t be mad at me, I
didn’t cause this.”

“
Maybe, but if you kept
your vows both of us wouldn’t be in this position.”

“
I do not love Alberto, I hate
him! It is you I want to be with. We should both leave. We can go
someplace he won’t find us.”

“
I ha
ve no intention of running away from
him.”

“
But he’ll be watching us even
more now; it’ll be harder to be together.”

“
We’re not meant to be
together.”

“
Yes we are!”

“
No we’re not!
All you were was a
fuck to get back at Alberto, nothing more.”

She flinched. “Don’t say that, Jagger,
what we have is love.”

“
Not for me. You’re married and
I have no wish to be married, so go back to your
animale
of a
husband.”

“
But he
beat me! Raped me!” She held up her
dress, showing me her bloodied underwear, making me wonder what
he’d done to cause the bleeding. I grimaced, knowing it was better
not to ask.

“
You should be the one seeing
a
dottore
,” I said, “that bleeding is too heavy.”

“
No
, it’s the woman’s curse. I don’t
have sex during this time of month, but he forced himself inside of
me as a punishment. It is vile what he did! It is
unholy!”

“
You cheated on him, he was
claiming you back.”

“
You condone what he did
to me?” she said, looking stunned.

“
No, he is a sick monster, but I
understand why he did it. And if you run from him, he will do
worse. He’ll kill you like his father killed his mother. The
D’Angelos don’t allow divorce.”

Everyone knew what had happened
to Frano and Alberto’s mother, their father’s vengeance legendary.
Not only had he tortured and mu
rdered her lover in front of her, the old
don then buried her alive with the man’s decaying body, saying that
she could lay with her lover for eternity.

“
And I won’t run with you
either,” I said. “I am not willing to die for you.”

“
I don’t want you to die for
me.”

“
I will if you persist in trying
to treat me as a lover. Alberto will only forgive so much before he
snaps like he did today. And I have a feeling today was just for
starters.”

“
Can’t you talk to Frano? He can
quell Alberto. Tell him we love each other; that we should be
allowed to go free.”

“
Are you even listening to me,
woman? I already told you I don’t love you.”

“
You do love me, your body shows
me how much it needs me.” She dropped to her knees in front of me,
reminding me of Honey, although Bianca’s hands went straight for my
pants, yanking them down, the woman always thinking she could
pacify me with sex. But after what her husband had done, I was far
from being in the mood, not even for revenge, because I had felt a
taste of the consequences of our affair, and right now I wanted to
be done with her.

I grabbed
my pants and yanked them up.
“Don’t, Bianca.”

She pushed to her feet
and pressed up
against me, making me back into the basin. “Please, Jagger,
sei tutto per
me
.”

“
Alberto should be everything to
you, not me.”

“
No! He’s the Devil, I hate him.
I want you!” Her hands went to my face.

I shoved her away. “Don’t touch me! Both
you and your husband disgust me!”

“
This is not about me, it’s
about Alberto,” she babbled. “You’re angry with
him.
What we have is beautiful. You are
beautiful. You mean everything to me—”

I
slashed my hand through the air,
cutting her off. “You mean nothing to me!”

She
screwed up her face. “You can’t mean
that, you’re just angry. And you love my touch.”

“
I never loved it, it was
enjoyable at the most, and I certainly don’t want to be touched
after your husband pulled my pants down and rubbed himself against
me like a dog! I am not a
puttano
for any dog and his bitch to use.”

She stared at me, her face shocked.
“He molested you?”

“
S
ì
! And in front of others, even Frano!”

“
I’m sorry, Jagger, but you
shouldn’t blame me for what Alberto did; I have no control over
him,” she held out her hands like she wanted to hug me, “don’t take
your anger out on me, I love you.”

“
Stop saying that!”

“
It’s the
truth.”

“
Then get this into your stupid
head. I. Don’t. Love. You. Never have, never will. I’d rather fuck
a toothless
puttana
than you again.”