My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 Escape (4 page)

“
No,”
I’ll never
be alright.
I moved up the bed and rolled onto my front, holding the
tube out for her. “Can you put some salve where you did before,
my...” I grimaced, “...my
culo
hurts. I want some rubbed on it.”

She stared at me, her eyes
so big. “Can’t you do it?”

“
No, because
only you will know if it’s better,” I said, just realizing she
understood that
culo
meant ass. Did she speak Italian? No, probably
not, because it was abundantly clear what I was referring
to.

Letting out a sigh, she
walked over and
took the salve off me, then climbed in between my legs. My chest
restricted, not liking her touch without looking at her, because
all I could feel was my cheeks being parted, my dignity being
raped. I needed to know it was her... Of course it was, but I
wanted to see her face, not to imagine the
Padre
’s.

“Can you move off the bed
for a moment,” I said, “I don’t want to face away from
you.”

“Why?”

“
Because I
don’t want to imagine the...” I breathed out, this time my upset
real. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t want anyone to touch me
there. No one! Not even Rita, Sophia or whoever the hell she was.
“Move away!” I said, turning around, my panic coming out of
nowhere.

She pushed off the bed, her
concern and surprise showing. Shame hit me. And hit me hard. I
wasn’t a man to her, I was someone’s toy. I pushed off the bed and
headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I got into the
shower and turned on the water, needing to wash Alberto and
the
Padre
off me, their touch still lingering, soiling my body and
mind, making me feel disgusting and just as vile as they were. The
memory of Alberto pushing his tongue inside my mouth, invading me
sent a shudder of revulsion through my body. I opened my mouth and
let the water fill it, then spat it out, repeating it over and over
again until my mouth felt numb. My body started shaking, the
emotion hitting me all at once. I placed my arms against the wall
and rested my head on them, unable to hold back the sobs that
begged to escape. I needed to let it all out before it consumed me
whole. I’d learned a long time ago that I had to cry, that holding
it all in only shattered my soul more, but I always did it in
private so I could have dry eyes in public. I wasn’t a young boy
anymore, that kid who walked around without realizing that my teary
eyes only made me look more attractive, the
Padre
feeding off my misery as much as my
body. And I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable now; I had to fight
the sick fucks, to face them as a man. But what I wanted to do and
what I actually did weren’t always in accordance. I grimaced,
utterly ashamed over how I’d scampered across the bed when Alberto
had come after me. He was going to force me anyway, so I shouldn’t
have run like a woman. I had to toughen up to survive this, had to
continue to fight him and the
Padre
, because pleading did nothing, it only fueled
their sick fantasies. But God, it hurt, because all I wanted to do
was to curl up and close my eyes, screaming that this couldn’t be
happening, that I wasn’t made for this, my mind hating the touch of
men, my body repulsed by it. I wanted women; I wanted Rita ...
Sophia,
mia
amore.

“Don’t cry,” a soft voice
said.

I jolted and looked to my
right. Rita was standing on the other side of the glass, her eyes
sad. I hadn’t expected her to follow me in, because people who
weren’t lovers didn’t do such things, but I guessed we were both
naked, so she might not have thought it was the wrong thing to do.
Still, it embarrassed me, although I didn’t understand why since I
had faked tears to garner sympathy from slaves before, doing
anything to manipulate them. But then again, these tears were real,
and right now my emotions were stripped bare, as naked as my
body—which was something I didn’t want anyone to see, let alone the
woman who could be my love, the one person who had cut me deeper
than all my abusers put together, because she had meant the world
to me.

I turned my back on
her
, wanting
to yell at the woman to get out, but kept quiet, because I didn’t
want to ostracize her. Footsteps padded across the tiles, making me
look to the side. She was still watching me, making me feel as
though I was on show, a spectacle to pity.

“
Stop staring
at me,” I snapped.

She dropped her gaze.
“Sorry.”

“
Just
leave.”

She glanced up, then looked
back down. “No, I want to tell you something.”

“
Then say
it!” I said, now losing my patience with her.

“
I’ll
suck that guard’s dick, but only if you’ll escape with
me.”

“
I already
told you I can’t, so w
hy persist in asking?”

“Because being here is
killing you.”

“I love my brother more
than myself. And I don’t want Frano hurt either.”

“Don’t you love
him?”

I frowned. “No, but I still
care enough not to want him hurt.”

“
Then
we have to make sure we warn him in time.”

“
You can
do
that on your own.”

“
No
I can’t, because I won’t have a clue how to get back to
your house. I don’t even know what country we’re in, although I’m
guessing it’s Italy.”

“
It
is
.”

“
Where
in Italy?”

“
A Southern
Island, but I’m not comfortable saying which one. You’re
FBI.”

She frowned
. “I’m getting off this island
regardless, so you might as well tell me.”

“You have to get out of
the House of Whores first.”

“I will. Just say you will
come.”

I shook my head, making her
exhale loudly. “Frano calls me a stubborn mule, so you might as
well give up, and seeing that you’re FBI, I’m sure you’ll find my
home eventually. But if you don’t, just leave the island and don’t
look back. This is
famiglia
business, the FBI cannot get involved.”

“
They
can, and will, with Americans here.”

“
You are the
only American
, because the Donatelli take from the
continent.”

“
The
n they made the mistake of taking me, so get out of the
shower and let’s do this.”

I opened the door and
s
tepped onto
the tiles, taking the towel out of her hands. Her eyes flicked to
my body, then she turned around.

I started drying my legs. “Why
are you acting so shy now, Rita? Because you’ve seen parts of me
that only the
Padre
has.”

“
You told me
to stop staring.”
She went for the door. “I’ll talk to you when
you’re back in the bedroom with the towel around your lower half.”
She left the room, making me shake my head, the woman a mix of
prudishness and lust all rolled into one confusing, but beautiful
package.

I finished drying myself, then
head
ed out
of the bathroom with the towel slung around my shoulders, getting a
scowl from Rita.

“
I get enough
people telling me what to do, I don’t need you on that list too,” I
said, making her expression soften.

She
glanced at the door. “How are we
going to do this? And will the guard agree?”

“
Enzo most
certainly will, although he’ll place his gun to your head while you
suck him.”

She blanched. “Then it’s a
no go.”

“
Don’t
worry; I’ll manipulate him into dropping his guard.”

“
Like
you’
re doing to me now?”

I frowned.
“I’m not manipulating you; I’m
helping you to escape.”

“
You
manipulated Bianca. So, what have you put into my
mind?”

“Nothing.
Obviously.”

“You’re lying. Because you
pretended you didn’t know I was FBI earlier.”

I exhaled. “I didn’t know; I
assumed you were one of the Black Russian’s spies.”

“Why would you think
that?”

“
You have a
Russian name and he asked to buy a woman who fitted your
description. It sounded suspicious, especially since he’s been
after me for a while. I didn’t think of that at first, thought
maybe he was trying to get information about Frano’s dealings, but
after what the
Padre
and Alberto have done to me, I came to the
conclusion it was all for my ass,” I spat, angry that every fucking
person was after me—except for the one person
I
had wanted.

Rita’s
face softened again. “I’m sorry for
what those men did to you.”

And w
hat about what you did to
Frano
?
I
reined in my anger, wanting to yell at her over it, to tell her
right now I thought she was no better than the
Padre
and Alberto, but that would be a lie,
because although she had some evil in her, the good still outshone
the bad.

“
Why
are you angry with me?” she asked.

I ignored her question,
definitely not
wanting to answer it. “Just let me do the talking with Enzo, and
play along with what I say.” I waved her over. “Kneel in front of
me.”

“
Why?” she
asked, looking suspicious.

“I want it to look like
you’ve just finished sucking me off.”

“Why?”

“
You
ask
too many questions.”

“What do you expect? I’m
FBI.”

“
Well, it’s
tiresome;
I just need you to play along with what I say.”

“
Not without
hearing the plan first.” She crossed her arms over her full
breasts, again scowling at me. “Stop staring at
them.”

I looked up. “At
what?”

“My breasts.”

“
Th
at’s not my fault, the damn things are distracting me, and
you have a tendency to be hypocritical.”

“I do not.”

“Then stop staring at my
cock.”

“I am not.”

“
You don’t
lie very well. And the next time I go into the bathroom,
don’t
follow me
in.”

“
I was
concerned about you.”

“
If you’re so
concerned, help me instead of criticizing me.”

She frowned, then opened
her mouth, no doubt to answer back with something
contrary.

I cut her off, not interested
in playing her games. “Just get on your knees so we can start. I’ll
wrap your hair around my hand, then I’ll call Enzo. He’ll enter,
see my offering and ask me what I want while he stares at you with
lust. I’ll ask for a prison favor, which is to take a message to
my
famiglia
. Cue his asking for a favor back, which will be a blowjob
from you.”

“Actually, why bother? I
can just hide behind the door and take him out.”

“Like you did to
Frano?”

She grimaced.

I exhaled loudly, not wanting
to go into it. “U
nlike with Frano, the guard will fling the door into you if
he doesn’t have you within his sights.” I touched my nose, which
had healed now. “I learned the hard way.”

She frowned. “But, will he take
the message?”

“
No, he’ll
pretend so he can get the blowjob, then he’ll brag to the other
guards about what he did, although he won’t get that far because
we’ll be taking him out.”

“
H
ow are we going to disarm him?”

“
I
’ll distract him. As soon as the gun is away from your
head, attack him. That is, I’m assuming you know how to fight,
being FBI.”

“
Yes. I’ll
punch him in the nuts, then disarm him, or maybe I’ll just break
his wrist—whatever suits the angle.”

“
Buono
. Now, kneel in front of me.”

She walked over and knelt down,
her face right in front of my cock. I grabbed her hair and wrapped
it around my hand. “Get me hard.”

She looked up at me with a
scowl. “Do it yourself.”

“
It’ll be
quicker if you do it
.”