My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered (9 page)

“
I will read him
the scriptures and
so forth.”

“
As long as there’s a guard in
presence, I can agree to that.”

“
A guard is not necessary. If
Gabriel’s restrained he won’t be able to harm me.”

“
It’s you harming him that I’m
concerned about.”

“
If I wished to do that, I would
have accepted the whip.”

“
A guard being present is a
condition, not an option.”

The priest
looked back at Jagger. “Okay, I
agree.”

Frano smiled, looking greatly
relieved. “
Buono
, now let’s enjoy our meal.”

The priest
shook his head. “I wish to
start teaching him now.”

“
But we have a feast prepared
for you and your
famiglia.
”

“
The only thing I’m hungry for
is to teach Gabriel the word of the Lord.”

“
That can wait until after we
eat.”

“
No. I have waited for almost
seven years, so I will not be made to wait a minute longer. And
since it is Sunday, I wish to proceed now.”

Frano nodded. “Okay.” He indicated for
Federico to come over. “Take Jagger and Father Michael down to one
of the cells. Stay with them.”

“
No!” Jagger
y
elled,
straining against his bonds.

“
You are getting off easy,
Jagger,” Frano said.

“
He raped me!”

“
Stop persisting with your
lies, Gabriel,” the priest said.

“
I’m not lying. Please, Frano,
please!”

Frano waved
an arm at Federico. “Hurry
up!”

Federico undid
Jagger’s bonds
then, with the help of the other guard, he lifted him off the
ground. Jagger started screaming for help as he was carried away,
the priest following close behind.

Once they had left, Frano smiled wide,
although it appeared fake, the expression not reaching his eyes. I
could tell he was upset, but putting on a brave face for the
Donatelli. “Let’s enjoy our meal,” he said.

I watched as
t
he meal
went ahead with people tucking into their food, only Frano
appearing to eat very little. Once they were done, the servants
descended upon the table, clearing away the dishes. As people
talked, the servants returned a few minutes later with desserts,
placing them in front of each of the guests. After the desserts
were finished, Frano rose to his feet.

“
Don Donatelli, I understand
that you do not w
ant the slaves, but your men are most welcome to take them
up to the rooms for some entertainment.”

“
Anyone?” the
elderly don
asked.

A rough-
looking man got to his feet as
well as a short man with a pot belly and a young man with fine
features. Two more men followed suit.

“
Five men and only four slaves,
and one of them unavailable,” Frano said. “Looks like you will have
to share.” His gaze moved to the rough-looking man two seats down
from him. “Of course, Nino, you should have first pick.”

Nino, who had
similar features to
the Donatelli don, headed for the redhead, indicating that he
wanted her. Once her chains were removed, he picked her up and
threw her over his shoulder, the men at the table cheering at him
as he walked out of the room with her.

The pot
bellied man moved to the black woman,
indicating for her to be released, then left with her and the
fine-featured man, my heart sinking for the woman. One of the other
men sat back down, gesturing for his friend to take the last girl,
muttering in Italian that if he liked skinny women he wouldn’t have
married the world’s fattest woman. The men at the table burst out
laughing, crude jokes following.

Don Donatelli pushed
to his feet. His
men instantly went quiet, everyone’s attention turning to him. “May
I toast to our families’ reunion,” he said, lifting up a glass of
red wine.

“
S
ì
!
”
Frano stood, gesturing for everyone else to do the same.

They raised their
glasses,
letting out a shout of “
Salute!
”

The
elderly don stepped away from his
chair. “I would like to retire now, but please do not let an old
man spoil your fun. Allow my son to step into my shoes and converse
on my behalf tonight.”

“
Of course.” Frano moved around
the table and kissed the man on both cheeks, then
usher
ed him
out, along with one of the Donatelli men.

A
bloodcurdling male scream made
everyone jolt, the men all turning to each other, their faces
alarmed. Another scream resounded, snapping them out of their
shock. The Russians took off out of the room, along with the other
guards. Shouting ensued, then the firing of guns followed. The
remaining Donatelli men jumped up and exited the room, leaving
behind the don’s son.

He
turned to me and the other slave.
“This household now belongs to the Donatelli, and everything in
it.” He touched my face and smiled. “Including you.”

Alberto’s voice
captured my
attention. The big man headed around the table, his demeanor
totally unconcerned, as though the gunshots and screams hadn’t—or
weren’t still happening. “No, my dear, Marco, this house is still
D’Angelo, just with the Donatelli as silent partners. I am not my
brother, I will do as you ask.”

“
Just as long as my uncle
is given residence here.”

“
S
ì
,
the
Padre
may have Jagger’s room as my cousin won’t be needing it
now.” His eyes moved to mine. “Slaves don’t get rooms, they get
cells.”

“
You must truly hate your cousin
enough to betray your brother,” Marco said.

“
No, Frano is too soft;
he is running the
business into the ground with his stubbornness and loyalty to
people who don’t deserve it. Once I prove myself as don, Frano will
understand that I did it for our family’s best interests. Though,
make sure that he is unharmed or this deal is off.”

“
He will need to be
imprisoned until he complies.”

“
We do not have enough
cells.”

“
Then the slaves will have
to share.”

Alberto’s gaze moved to me. “Or maybe
it’ll appease him to share with this slave. He does seem to like
her, and it’ll occupy his time. Moreover, he can train her, since
Jagger will be indisposed.”

Marco
laughed. “
S
ì
,
Gabriel won’t be up to much.”

Alb
erto frowned. “I hope that’s not a
joke about his cock, because if it is—”

“
Don’t worry; his cock will stay
attached, because my young uncle likes men not eunuchs.” Marco’s
eyes sparkled. “You do know that Gabriel wasn’t lying about what my
uncle did to him.”

“
I know, but the
Padre
was just using
Jagger for what he was born for: a whore made for men,” he looked
at me, “not women.” He unlocked my chain and grabbed my arm,
tugging me forward. “Now, let’s go see why Jagger is
screaming.”

Alberto dragged
me out of the
lounge, almost making me trip a few times, then yanked me down the
staircase, not caring as my head connected with one of the walls. I
yelled out in pain, getting a harder yank in response, along with a
growl to be quiet. As we cleared the steps, my eyes went to
Federico and three other men, who were facing the wall with their
hands placed against it. Two Donatelli were pointing their guns at
them while two others looked on. My heart jolted as a shot rang
out, one of the men falling, blood going everywhere. Federico
flinched, looking like he thought he was next. Three other men were
slumped on the floor, all Russians, each of them shot in the back
of the head.

“
Not that one!” Alberto hollered
as a gun was raised to Federico’s head. “Take him to where Frano is
being held. Also spare the blond one called Sasha, he might be
useful.”

Federico and an uncooperative Sasha, who
was trying to get back to the other Russian, were pushed towards
the cell I had been staying in. Frano’s voice came from it, the man
yelling out to be set free, his tone beyond angry.

One of the Donatelli
goons raised his
gun, and shot the remaining Russian in the back of the head, the
man dying within inches of me. Sasha screamed and lunged for the
fallen man, but Federico grabbed him, shielding him from the
Donatelli as well as holding him back. Sasha started wailing in
Russian, crying for his dead brother, my heart breaking for him, my
tears mirroring his.

A scream snapped my attention
to Honey’s old ce
ll. Alberto dragged me inside, my eyes widening at the
sight before me. Jagger was stripped naked and tied to the bed. But
it was what was hanging off his nether regions that had my eyes
popping. His cock and balls were tied up, the rope wrapped around
the abused genitalia being held by the priest.

“
Pietà di
—
” Jagger’s words were cut off as the priest tugged on the
rope, an agonized scream replacing them.

“
You didn’t
give me mercy,” the
priest
 
said, “so you shall receive none in
return.”

“
You hurt me, you hurt
me...” Jagger babbled, his words changing
into Italian, pain speaking for
him.

“
Obviously not enough, and
I’
m more
than happy to right that wrong.”

The priest
pulled on the rope, ripping out
another scream from Jagger’s lungs. He loosened his grip, then gave
it another tug. Looking frantic, Jagger stretched his body and
yanked on the ties holding his wrists, but they held strong,
tethering him to pain. His body started shaking as his hips rose
off the mattress, every one of his muscles straining to break
free.
The
priest let the rope slide through his hand a little, giving Jagger
a moment’s rest. Lowering his ass to the mattress, Jagger screwed
up his eyes and panted out the pain, which was carved deep into his
features.

“
Padre
,” Alberto said. “I don’t want you damaging
him.”

The priest turned to
Alberto. “He’ll
keep his parts; he just needs to atone for his
sins.”

“
Wouldn’t you rather teach
him in a
more enjoyable manner?”

The priest smiled. “You speak
the Devil’s words, godson. You were always the wicked one, and I
would teach you the errors of your ways if you were
p
rettier.”
He let go of the rope and went to the head of the bed, his gaze
fixed on Jagger’s face. “You have the face of an angel, Gabriel,
but the temper of a demon, which I will exorcize from you. I will
cleanse your body and make it holy once more, make you beautiful
both inside and out.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips
against Jagger’s forehead. “Unfortunately, it will take time my
beautiful angel, because Eve’s children have warped you.” He
glanced over his shoulder, his cold stare focused on me. “Wicked,
vile creatures sent by the Devil to dirty my innocent angel.”
Moving to one side, he placed a hand behind Jagger’s head and
lifted it up. “Look at her, see the evil between her legs, tempting
you, telling you that I’m not your master. It was Eve’s daughter
who turned you against me, and I sent her to Hell for it, but she
has been resurrected to test you once more.”

“
This isn’t Jagger’s teenage
lover,” Alberto spoke up. “She just looks like her.”

The priest lay Jagger’s head
down then walked over to me. His face was attractive,
with only a few
wrinkles lining his olive complexion, but his glare was chilling,
his pale blue eyes and the dark rings under them making him look
like an escaped lunatic ready to unleash hell. His eyes moved down
my body, slowly raking it, clawing at it, giving me the impression
that he would flay me alive. Although there was no lust on his
face, not even a drop, only disgust measuring me for a coffin, I
covered my breasts and pussy, wishing I could do
more.

“
But she looks the same,”
th
e priest
finally said, his gaze moving back to my face, “just
older.”

“
A coincidence.”

The priest grabbed my
chin
and
yanked my head around. He brushed my hair aside and ran his fingers
over my neck, his touch making me shiver. “True, the Devil’s mark
is absent, but regardless, she was spawned from the same rotten
fruit.”

“
Jagger’s lover was an only
child.”

“
My
eyes don’t deceive me.”