My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 Escape (3 page)

The sound of sirens filled the
air, cutting through the tension. Alberto turned away from Frano
and limped up the staircase.

“Where are you going?!”
Frano shouted.

“To do as you ask of me,”
Alberto said.

Frano watched him for a few
seconds, then turned to me. “Let the medics in, then as soon as
they leave with Bianca, I’m taking you to safety.”

I nodded, and ran for the front
entrance.

Frano followed
me
, placing
a hand on my shoulder as I unlocked the door. “I promise you,
Thierry, I will
get your brother back.”

I
smiled at my savior, trusting him
utterly.

2

Jagger

Rita was
lying on the bed, still
unconscious, with her brown hair fanning the pillow. Except for its
color, she looked so much like my first—and only love, it disturbed
me, from the shape of her brows, the line of her nose to the curve
of her lips. I had always loved Sophia’s lips, had told her they
were my favorite part of her so many times: their sweet taste, the
way they curved up in amusement when I did something stupid, and
how they cushioned my own lips, fitting them perfectly. I had been
a gangly teenager when I’d first met her, even thinner than
Thierry, a runt who only had a pretty face, unlike Frano, who was
tall and muscular, which was probably why she’d given him her
virginity. Or more likely she’d found me repulsive after I’d
stupidly told her about what the
Padre
was doing to me—still doing to
me.

I brushed
Sophia’s ... Rita’s hair aside,
the glint of red catching my eye. I parted her hair, looking closer
at the roots. I’d seen her reddish-brown bush before Frano had
shaved it off, but seeing it on her head was different, making me
believe that she was Sophia even more, my love somehow having
survived what the
Padre
had done to her. They had said she’d drowned in the lake by
the forest, but her body had never been found, her coffin empty,
nothing but a symbol of her absence.

My gaze moved to her lips
again, wanting to kiss them, but also not wanting to, because of
the men who’d kissed me. I felt contaminated by what Alberto and
the
Padre
had done. In a way, it was ironic that I had taken her to
train as a sex slave, but had ended up becoming one
instead.

I ran my fingers down her
cheek.
Sophia or Rita, whatever I was supposed to call her,
finally stirred, her eyes opening a second later. Those maple-brown
eyes. The same color as Sophia’s. I smiled at her. She blinked up
at me, sleep and confusion playing across her beautiful
face.

I ran my fingers down her
cheek again. “I was worried about you,” I said.

She frowned, but still didn’t
move away from my touch. It made me feel good, something I didn’t
think I would ever feel again—even if for just a moment.

“How do you feel?” I
asked.

Her
gaze traveled down me, her eyes
widening in response. I moved back, not wanting to make her
uncomfortable with my nakedness. I covered my cock. It still felt
swollen, although it didn’t look it now, the redness having finally
faded from the torture the
Padre
had reaped upon me. He’d told me I should be
grateful that he didn’t just cut it off, because he didn’t need me
to have a cock. He used to say the same thing when I was younger,
telling me I was created wrong, that I was too beautiful to be a
male, but he was grateful I was since it made me look like an
angel—his own personal Angel Gabriel.

Rita
blushed, not something I’d expected
to see, especially since she’d cleaned me up after the
Padre
had tortured me.
She’d seen every part of me ... or maybe she was thinking of that
now ... or maybe she was ashamed of being aroused by me, because
her nipples were gloriously pebbled. My eyes latched onto them. I
had never seen Sophia naked, but she was big busted like Rita,
perfectly shaped, a mouthwatering sight.

Rita raised her arms, using
them to cover her breasts. I looked up at her face. Her cheeks were
still flaming, their color as rosy as her nipples.

“I’m sorry,” I
said.

“For what?”

“For staring. Your body is
beautiful.”

Her lips parted, but she said
nothing, my words probably embarrassing her even more. But at least
she wasn’t angry, like when I’d complimented her in the bar. Maybe
it was because my words were starkly honest, or that she’d tended
to me when I was hurt. She’d been so tender, not taking any
liberties, unlike everyone else, those bastards and bitches
treating me like a piece of meat. I was a person to her, someone
who could feel pain. No, the
Padre
knew I could feel pain, it just excited
him.

“
I’m sorry
for embarrassing you,” I said,
although I wasn’t, because I would do
anything to see her blush.

“
You
didn’t embarrass me.” She pushed off the bed and placed a hand to
the back of her head, which was probably still hurting from
Alberto’s attack. She walked over to the window and pulled the
curtains apart. The moon was high, its silvery hue stark against
the dark sky. She glanced over her shoulder at me. “How long have I
been unconscious?”

“
E
ight hours at a guess,” I said, standing up.

Her eyes wandered down my body.
I moved my hand away from my cock, uncovering myself for her. Her
eyes widened, then she spun around and looked back out the window.
“We have to escape,” she muttered, her voice sounding
strained.

“
I already
told you I can’t. They will kill my
famiglia.
”

“
I’m not
leaving you behind. That sick priest will eventually kill
you.”

“It is my lot in
life.”

She spun around, her expression
angry. “No, it’s not!”

“
It is. I
have always been his slave, and just because I’ve had seven years
of being away from him doesn’t mean I was free. He plagued me in my
dreams, and now he plagues me in the light of
day.”

“
I’m still
not leaving you he
re to be violated.”

“Why? I violated
you.”

She frowned. “You never
penetrated me—unlike Frano.” Something passed over her face,
darkening it. I knew that Frano had raped her, but I also knew that
she had done it back to him, but with her fingers. The
Padre
had taken great
glee in forcing me to watch the video footage. He had thought it
would hurt me, because he believed without a doubt that Rita was
Sophia, which in his eyes meant that my woman was yet again
cheating on me with Frano. And it
had
hurt, but not in the way that the
Padre
had thought. My
Sophia had been an innocent girl, a sweetheart who wouldn’t have
hurt a fly, yet Rita had enjoyed hurting Frano like the
Padre
enjoyed hurting me.
She wanted Frano. I knew that. But how she wanted him disturbed me.
I had never enjoyed hurting women, only pretended to for the
job.

I walked towards her, making
her step back. Even though she wanted Frano, she was still
attracted to me. I could see it in her eyes, her rosy cheeks, her
opened mouth, and her pebbled nipples, and I would bet the world’s
wealth that her pussy was wet for me.

“
I will help
you escape if you wish, but I still
have to stay here,” I said, stopping
in front of her.

“
How will you
help me?” she asked, her gaze a mixture of embarrassment, lust, and
suspicion.

“
You
need to offer the guard a blowjob and while he’s occupied I will
take him out.”

Her eyes widened. “No,
y
ou offer
him a blowjob.”

I smiled again, only this woman
able to make me do that after everything I’d experienced. “Enzo is
not gay; he would punch me if I even insinuated it.”

“
I’m still
not
going to suck anyone’s cock.”

I tilted my head to the side,
interested in her reaction to my next words. “You sucked
Frano’s.”

Her face
darkened
.
“How do you know about that?”

“
I was forced
to watch the video. The
Padre
thought it would hurt me to see my sweet
Sophia taking pleasure in another man’s body, and worse, with the
man she had cheated on me with.”

“I’m not
Sophia.”

“So you say.”

“Because I’m
not.”

My eyes lowered down her
body.

“
What are you
doing?” she said, attempting to cover herself.

I looked back up at her
eyes. “I never saw Sophia naked, therefore I wouldn’t know if this
is her body or not.”

“
It’s
my
body.”

My eyes moved down to her
crotch, where her pubic hair had started to grow back.

“Stop looking at me like
that,” she snapped.

I
raised my gaze. She appeared annoyed,
but she was still aroused, giving me hope that I could make her
fall in love with me, although it was a stupid thought, considering
I would probably never see her again after today. But I guessed it
was an instinctive reaction to seduce her, something so deeply
ingrained in my psyche that I no longer realized what I was doing,
the five years I’d worked as a slave trainer changing me for the
worst.

“
Offer the
guard a blowjob,
” I repeated, “then take his cock in your mouth
and suck it as though your life depends upon it—like you did with
Frano.” I paused, watching her face change at the mention of my
cousin. Her jaw tightened in anger yet her eyes appeared sad, the
woman a paradox. I wasn’t sure whether she was feeling guilty or
justified in raping Frano, but it didn’t matter, just as long as
she did what I asked of her: “Suck one more cock, but this time for
freedom.”

She shook her head, the anger
spreading to her lips, the pretty things pulling tight.

“
Again, you
sucked Frano’s cock, even stuck a finger up his ass, yet you can’t
allow yourself to do this? Or maybe you wanted to suck Frano, to
have only his cock filling your mouth and his cum painting your
face.”

“
I
did
not!”

“
How does
Shakespeare say it? The lady doth protest too
much.
”

“
That’s not
true, I don’t want Frano.”

I ran my
hand over my cock, hoping that
she wanted me instead. Her eyes lowered to my hand, her mouth
opening more. I was too sore to fuck her, nor did I want to, the
abuse reaped upon me putting me off sex, but she didn’t need to
know that, she just needed to do what I asked, because women who
lusted after me usually did. I frowned, the thought reminding me of
Bianca. I wondered whether she had succeeded in killing Alberto. I
hoped so, more than words could describe, and if she had then I
would only have to contend with the
Padre
. And if Rita could get free, then she could tell
Frano about what was being done to me and he could get me out of
here. But if Bianca had succeeded, then
she
would get me out, her mention of those
mercenaries giving me hope. And I would give anything for one of
those mercenaries to give me a gun so I could blow the
Padre’s
cock off, then I
would force the gun inside his mouth as he’d forced me to take his
vile cock, that open mouth gag sheer hell, but instead of filling
him with cum I would shoot a load of lead into his throat—until the
gun was empty.

Her eyes moved back up to my
face. “Are you sore?”

“
S
ì
,” I answered, preferring lust over
concern ... no, I preferred her concern, because it meant she cared
at least a little about me, rather than the sadistic bastards whose
only concern was finding pleasure in my body.

“
Do you need
ice or something else?” she asked.

“Salve.”

She took off into the
bathroom, bringing back the tube she’d used on me
earlier.

“
Grazie.
” I took it from her and walked over to the bed, sitting
down on the edge. I uncapped the tube and squeezed some cream out
onto my hand, then rubbed it over my cock, hissing at the sting;
the result from the
Padre
scraping his teeth over it when I couldn’t get hard. That
was why he’d stuck the spike down my hole, hoping to harden me, but
it just shrank my cock even more.

“Are you alright?” she
asked.