My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions

by Marita A. Hansen

  “I will. It is my duty.” I swung him around to face the wall. I pulled out the evil from under my garb, the twisted sword I would spear him with.

  Matteo screamed and flung the back of his head into mine. I let go of him and stumbled backwards, the blow painful to say the least. He turned and swung out at me, the sudden movement, along with the pants pooling around his feet, making him lose his balance. I jumped out of the way as he crashed to the floor. Knowing I had very little time before he attacked again, I dropped down onto his back, using my body to stop the boy from getting free. He screamed for me to get off him. I ignored him, pushing his pants off with my feet, delighted that he didn’t have on underwear. He bucked under me like a demon possessed, his rear pushing up as a result, showing the heaven I desperately wanted to enter.

  I moved between his legs and hitched up my garb again, Satan’s sword now throbbing painfully. Matteo continued to fight me, thrashing too much for me to penetrate him. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, slamming his forehead against the floorboards. At that moment, I didn’t care if he lived or died, all I cared about was that I had to be inside of him.

  He went still, his body now laid out to take at my leisure. I ran a finger down his crack, searching for what I wanted. Once I found it, I used my thumb to loosen him a little, then grabbed my evil and positioned it at his entry, ready to penetrate him. Despite the pain he’d caused me, I smiled. This was it; this was what I had dreamed of doing to him for so long.

  I thrust into heaven, crying out with joy as our bodies joined together, the pleasure worth all the pain he’d inflicted upon me. I stayed like that for God only knew how long, just feeling the tight flesh around mine, rejoicing in the pure joy.

  The front door opened, snapping me out of ecstasy. I looked up as Christo entered the house, his gaze instantly going to what I was doing to Matteo. His face fell. Horrified, I quickly pulled out of our nephew and scrambled to my feet as my brother rushed forward. He dropped to his knees and checked Matteo’s pulse, the relief on his face telling me I hadn’t killed the boy. He then rose and stepped over Matteo, his fury directed at me.

  I took a step back. “All is not what it appears to be, brother.”

  He pointed at me, his blue eyes flashing with anger. “The hell it’s not! You were raping our nephew!”

  “I had only just entered him.”

  “As if that makes it alright?!”

  “No, I allowed the Devil to whisper into my ear.” I knelt down in front of my brother and bowed my head.

  “What the fuck are you doing?!” he yelled.

  I raised my eyes to him. “I am awaiting punishment.”

  “I cannot punish you, you know that, but you’ve taken your lust for Matteo too far this time. You must leave the house.”

  I shook my head. “I need to be with you.”

  “Not when it endangers Matteo.”

  “Then take away the temptation. Send him far from me, because I cannot control myself around him any longer.”

  “I need him at my side; he is to be the don after I die.”

  “You’re not going to die, Christo.”

  “Everyone dies, my death will just be sooner, which is all the more reason why I need Matteo at my side, so I can have him take over.”

  “I should be at your side, not him.”

  “I wanted you on my left and Matteo on my right, but you have now made that impossible. I will make sure Matteo doesn’t take retribution, but in return you need to leave.”

  “The only way I’ll leave your side is when one of us is burning in Hell.”

  Christo breathed out, his expression a mixture of upset and frustration. “I fear for you when I am gone.”

  “I fear for myself every day.”

  He wiped his face, looking at me in despair. I had failed him, I knew that, and I would fail him again and again, because the evil within me was too strong.

  “I may not leave,” I said, “but I will stay away from Matteo, and once I have Gabriel and his brother, I will not touch Matteo again. I promise.”

  “You may mean the promise now, but as soon as lust takes over you, everything is forgotten.”

  “I cannot give you more.”

  Noise came from behind Christo. He turned as Matteo pushed to his feet, looking dazed and wobbly. His bottom half was still naked while blood dripped from his brow. He brought a hand to his injured head, and looked around the lounge, his eyes moving from Christo to me. For a moment he just stared, then something sparked within those magnificent eyes. The fury quickly spread across his face, promising death. I had touched a demon and his fire was about to burn me.

  Before I could blink, he rushed forward. Christo spun around and shoved him back with such force that Matteo was lifted off his feet. My brother was a vicious fighter; someone who even Matteo couldn’t compete with, his skills forged in the military, the battlefield his playground.

  Matteo crashed to the floor, the boy crying out in pain.

  “You will not touch my brother,” Christo said, his voice eerily calm.

  Matteo pushed to his feet, the pain etched into his features not giving me joy. “He raped me! I want his head!”

  “Which you deserve, but I cannot give you justice when it concerns my brother. So, for your own safety, you must leave this house.”

  “Are you threatening me?!”

  “The threat does not come from me. I know my brother all too well, and once he’s marked a boy he won’t stop until they are his, which means he will keep coming after you. So, after the party you must find somewhere else to stay.”

  “He attacked me, yet I get punished?” Matteo said, staring at Christo in disbelief.

  “It’s not a punishment; it’s for your own protection.”

  “I can’t leave; you said you would teach me to become the next don.”

  “My intention in regards to that has not changed, and I will do everything in my power to help you become what you aspire to be. But, understand this, if it comes down to you and my brother, I will always choose my brother, no matter who is right or wrong.”

  Matteo swore at Christo, then swiped up his jeans and stormed into his room, slamming the door so hard it cracked.

  Christo turned back to me. “Stay away from him at the party. Don’t even breathe within his vicinity. I will make sure he stays away from you too. Then once he gets his soldier, he will be too preoccupied to do anything.”

  I nodded.

  “And once you get Jagger’s brother—”

  I cut him off. “Gabriel’s brother.”

  “—you won’t want Matteo anymore,” he continued.

  I nodded, hoping that was true.

  ***

  I entered the Rosso house, the venue for the party. It wasn’t their living quarters, but a two-storied farmhouse in the middle of nowhere—which was absolutely perfect for a massacre.

  I smiled, not because of the death to come, but because I was looking forward to meeting Gabriel’s brother. I hoped he looked like a younger version of Gabriel, because I missed that phase in Gabriel’s life. Although I hadn’t lost my lust for Gabriel, he’d fought less when he was younger, was more malleable, well, up to the point he’d taken a knife to me. I pushed that memory from my mind, because he’d received his punishment. The torture I’d reaped upon him after his capture was complete. Now, I just wanted him back, so I could enjoy his company, among other more pleasurable things.

  Excited to meet another angel, I walked over to the plastic covered couch, a telling sign, and sat down, watching as the Rossos got the party ready. As far as I knew, Christo wanted to play with the Landi guests, making them think it was a real party. Plus, unbeknownst to the Rossos, he was setting them up. It wasn’t something I agreed with, considering the Rosso famiglia were helping us, but Christo had said it was necessary to start the war between the mafioso families. I had asked more questions about how that would happen, but Christo declared it was a special surprise, making a zipping mot
ion over his mouth. I didn’t like surprises, especially Christo’s.

  A Daughter of Eve walked over and sat down next to me. She was wearing a tight black excuse for a top that showed far too much of her horrid bosom. She also had on a very short skirt to tempt my brethren. “Put some clothes on, demon,” I said. “You are half naked.”

  Her heavily made-up eyes widened. “Don’t be rude.”

  “I am speaking the truth, and it’s you who are being rude. How dare you walk around these young men dressed like a puttana?”

  “I am not dressed like a whore!”

  “You are in God’s eyes and he will punish you for it when your time is due.”

  She stood up. “You’re a horrible man!”

  One of the Rosso men stopped walking past and grabbed the girl by the arm, yanking her away from me. “That’s the Padre,” he hissed. “I warned you not to go near him.”

  Her eyes widened even more, almost swallowing her face. “But, he’s not wearing priest’s clothes.”

  “Because he can’t wear them here, stupido. The Landi will instantly recognize him.” The man shoved her towards the kitchen, almost knocking the girl over. He turned to me and bowed. “Apologies, Padre.”

  I smiled up at the Rosso man, taking note that he would be spared, plus he was attractive, his face nicely shaped. “Grazie,” I said to him.

  He nodded and walked off. I watched as they continued to set up the party. A much better dressed Daughter of Eve placed a bowl of potato crisps in front of me. I leaned over and took some, enjoying the activity. The front door opened, capturing my attention. A group of girls walked in, some of them from church. They were Rosso Daughters of Eve. I was surprised that they had come, because the massacre would scar those demons.

  One of the demons called Gianna hollered, “Matteo!” He appeared from a room, looking sullen until he clapped eyes on her. He walked over to Gianna giving her a hug, making me wonder how he knew her.

  Don’t be jealous, he would never be interested in her, he’s unnatural.

  She took a hold of his face, making my back stiffen with anger. She said something I couldn’t hear, the concern on her face probably in regards to his injuries. He had a black eye and a bandage on his forehead, the last one caused by me. Matteo glanced over his shoulder at me, the promise of death within his eyes confirming my thoughts about what she had asked.

  My attention shifted away from him as some men entered the house, along with a few teenage boys, making me sit up in excitement, the Rossos not bad looking. In fact, a few of them were very handsome. I smiled at two who walked my way: eighteen and seventeen-year-old brothers from memory. The younger of the two stopped next to me, his skinny physique reminding me of when Jagger was young. He had black hair that curled around his ears and almond-shaped eyes, making me imagine how they would look in the throes of orgasm.

  “Are you Christo?” he asked.

  “No, I’m the Padre,” I said, patting the seat. “Sit next to me.”

  He blanched and scurried off, making me laugh. No doubt the boy had been warned about me, but it didn’t matter, the men needed to watch themselves too, because I didn’t discriminate between ages. Anyone that caught my eye was branded with my lust.

  One of the Rossos headed for me, a big man who reminded me of Alberto, which meant he was safe from my unnatural lust. And anyway, he was the son of Luigi Rosso, not someone I would touch, because Luigi was a very vengeful man, and a crafty one at that.

  “It’s time to hide, Padre,” he said. “The Landi are coming.”

  I nodded and got up, heading for the room with the hole in the door, so I could spy on the activity without being spotted. I closed the door and sat down on the chair, placing my right eye to the hole. I watched as the Rossos did their thing. Christo was upstairs, resting. After we had arrived at the house, he fell ill, so had gone to lie down. Anyway, the Rossos or Matteo would get him when it was time. I searched for Matteo, realizing he’d disappeared. I wondered where he had gone.

  The doorbell cut off that thought, causing me to buzz with excitement. The oldest Rosso brother went to answer it. A few seconds later, the first Landi demon crossed the threshold. The oldest daughter entered with a large male, the scar above his eye telling me it was the one Matteo lusted after. Far too brutish in my opinion. I tsked the boy’s taste. I never understood why Matteo lusted after ugly men, though, that was a bit harsh of an assessment for the soldier, because he was good-looking in a rough manner. Plus, he was built, much more muscular than Alberto had been, and he did carry an air of danger. It was probably what aroused my nephew. I wanted to kill the soldier for it.

  My gaze moved to another bodyguard, who was shadowing two more Daughters of Eve, the girls having someone in between them... I inhaled sharply, the sight before me stilling my heart. An angel emerged from the evil surrounding him, the boy just like my Gabriel: immaculate. He turned to look my way, focusing on someone near my door. He smiled, the expression lighting up his angelic face. He was definitely Gabriel’s brother, the resemblance astonishing. He was thinner than him, had brown hair instead of black, but he was perfect nonetheless.

  He was directed to the couch I had been sitting on only a few short moments ago. The two ugly sisters, who were fawning over him, sat down on either side of the boy, making me want Christo to start with them. The oldest daughter looked around the room, as though she was searching for someone, her face a little disappointed. She spoke into her bodyguard’s ear. He nodded, and walked up to a Rosso, asking him something. The Rosso pointed to the back of the house. The guard indicated for the oldest daughter to go with him, the two disappearing out of my line of vision.

  Moments later, a yell came from the back of the house, startling me. The two sisters and my newest angel sat up straight, their expressions worried. The bodyguard with them pulled out his gun, causing the Rossos to scramble in all directions. The big man yelled at the sisters and Thierry to leave. They jumped off the couch and went for the front door, one of the girls dragging the boy with her. The bodyguard followed them, but instead of running, he backed towards the door, covering them with his gun as they escaped. I jumped up and opened my door, the sound of a gunshot stilling me for a second. The bodyguard went down, the blood coming from his head telling me he was in Heaven or Hell.

  I entered the lounge, my gaze being drawn to the staircase. Christo was standing at the top, holding a smoking gun. Several Rossos dragged the screaming girls and my angel back inside. One of the girls pulled free and ran to the fallen guard, crying out for help.

  Thierry tried to pull free too, but was unsuccessful, the poor boy too small in comparison to the Rosso man holding him. His gaze shot to me as I headed for him, his eyes going wider. Oh, I may not have seen him before today, but he definitely knew me, the terror in his eyes clear as day.

  “Hush now, my angel,” I said, walking around the dead soldier.

  Thierry started shaking his head at me.

  “Don’t be scared, I won’t harm you.” I came to a stop in front of him and ran my fingers down his cheek, getting a thrill from it. “I would never hurt a sweet angel.”

  “Don’t touch him!” one of the girls yelled.

  I spun around, making the ugly Daughter of Eve jolt in fright. “Take her into the room along with her sister,” I snapped. Once the Rossos had hauled the screaming girls away, I turned back to Thierry. “Don’t worry about them,” I said, wiping away his tears. He had bigger eyes than Gabriel, giving him a sweet puppy dog look. Plus, they were brown, not hazel, although they were no less lovely, the innocence within them making me want to protect him—if he did what I said.

  I smiled, trying to be reassuring. “You’re very safe with me.”

  Noise came from the back of the house, making me turn my head. A screaming girl was being dragged across the floor by two big Rosso men. I indicated to the room where the other sisters were being held. “Put her in there.”

  “Claudio!” she cried out, her eyes going
to the fallen bodyguard, lying dead on the lounge floor.

  Matteo and a Rosso man walked in, dragging the older bodyguard, who appeared unconscious. Matteo indicated with his head to the room next to the sisters’ one. “Chain him to the bed in there.” More Rossos stepped up to help, dragging the unconscious bodyguard into the room.

  Matteo turned to look at me. His expression darkened, his eyes promising me a painful death. He then looked up at Christo, who was standing quietly, watching everything. “All good?” he asked.

  “Sì.” Christo started heading down the staircase. “Tell all the Rossos to leave now,” he said, surprising me. Maybe he would spare the Rossos after all.

  “Out!” Matteo hollered.

  The Rossos piled out, some of them grabbing food along the way, although a few of the girls scurried faster as if devils were biting at their heels. I still didn’t know why they were brought in, I really didn’t. It was probably because Christo had a twisted sense of humor, people’s terror always giving him a high.

  I placed an arm around Thierry’s shoulder, pulling him in close, the boy now full out crying and trembling. I kissed his head. “Don’t be scared, angel, I promise you will be safe under my wing.” I directed him over to the couch and sat him down, feeling joy as he buried his face into my chest; the little one so timid it thrilled me beyond words. Gabriel may have succumbed to me, often crying in his youth, but he was never timid, the boy a fighter. It had made me sad, because it meant I had to punish him, though the punishment wasn’t always displeasing. Even in pain, Gabriel looked beautiful, if anything it gave him an extra edge, one that I ashamedly enjoyed seeing.

  My brother glanced back at me and winked, then head into the room where the girls were. Screams started up from the room. Christo shouted at them to be quiet, his voice commanding. The screams stopped instantly. I strained to listen, but could hear nothing more, so I turned to my angel and kissed his head again, his curls deliciously smelling of apple. I smiled, the boy definitely a temptation, but a sweet one.