My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 14 by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online Page B

for
Frano’s death.” He paused, his face frustrated. “I know you would
kill Frano for him, but he wants to do it himself, so agree to just
Jagger. My brother can verify he’s a good fuck.” His left hand shot
up. “Finally! And you better not try to fuck me over again, you
cocksucker.” He grunted. “I’ll call you all the names under the
sun, because you looked me in the eye and lied to me. No! Don’t you
fucking dare blame me for your guards’ deaths. I wouldn’t have
entrusted you with my famiglia ’s safety if I knew what happened. Fine! I’ll call
you back after Frano’s dead.” He hung up and yelled out, his face
furious.
    Rita jerked awake, looking startled. Her
gaze moved to me, her eyes widening a second later. “Frano!” she
yelled, her expression horrified.
    Christo spun around.
“ Bene! Now you’re awake we can finally torture your
lover.”
    “ No!” she yelled, yanking at the rope.
“This is about me, not him. Let him go. I didn’t agree to
this.”
    “ Of course you didn’t, you’re
my schiava . You don’t have free will.”
    I cut in, “You promised to free her once
I’m dead.”
    Rita’s eyes shot to me. “You’re not
dying!”
    “ I don’t think I have a
choice.”
    “ You’re not dying!” she
screamed. “I’m not losing you; I finally got you back.”
    “ Again, it’s not my choice.”
    “ You shouldn’t have come
here.” She started crying. “Why did you come?”
    “ Because I love
you.”
    Christo started clapping. “Such heartfelt
love. This will only make the show better.”
    “ You’re sick!” Rita screamed at
him. “You only bring death and misery! You ruined my fucking life,
you’re stealing Frano’s, and I’ll make you pay for it.”
    “ Says the person who’s tied up
and naked.” Christo picked up the whip, his eyes going to the
Rossos. “Who wants to take the first strike?”
    The Rosso heir rose to his feet
and strode over to Christo. “I will, with pleasure,” Guido said,
taking the whip.
    Rita started screaming at
him to get
away from me. Ignoring her, he walked behind me, flicking the whip
out, testing it. The fear and anticipation of what was coming made
me tense up. A second later, the crack of the whip sounded. The
leather sliced across my flesh, sending pain lancing down my back.
I yelled out and jerked forward, my arms wrenching into an
unnatural position. The next strike made me yell out again. Rita
went crazy, yanking and pulling on her rope, screaming blue murder,
but all I could think about was the searing pain. I tightened my
body as the whip cracked again. A third strike hit my left shoulder
blade, finishing at my hip. Guido knew how to handle a whip, each
lash digging deep into my flesh. Then he struck again and again,
the strikes coming harder and faster, not letting up, the pain
excruciating.
    “ That’s enough!” Christo yelled.
    Guido stopped. My head slumped forward,
only the rope keeping me from collapsing. Rita sobbed out my name,
torturing me even more. I wanted to tell her everything was going
to be all right, but knew it was only going to get worse, death now
the least of my problems.
    Christo grabbed my hair and wrenched my
head back, so I was looking directly at Rita. I closed my eyes, not
wanting to see the agony my whipping had caused her.
    “ Look at her, Frano,” Christo said, “or
Guido will whip her too.”
    I opened my eyes and looked across
at her. She was crying, breaking my heart. I felt guilty for even
questioning her love for me. Her escape from my house had nothing
to do with me, and everything to do with what had happened to her.
If I’d been hurt like she had all those years ago, nothing would’ve
stopped me from seeking out my abuser and putting a bullet in their
head.
    “ Don’t cry,” I said. “I deserve
this.”
    She shook her head. “No, you don’t; you
shouldn’t even be here. This is my fight.”
    “ It’s mine too.”
    “ Fuck, you two make me sick,”
Christo said.