My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" Read Online Free PDF Page A

me. But you ... you give me
everything.”
    “He’s pretending.”
    My back straightened at Satan’s
voice. “No, his body doesn’t lie. He comes.”
    “That’s a bodily function, you
fool.”
    “I’m not a fool! He shows me affection,
and says kind words to me.”
    “Only to survive. He’s an
intelligent boy. He knows what to do and say to get by.”
    “You’re just saying that to upset
me!”
    Thierry’s eyelids fluttered open, my
shouting having disturbed him. A smile followed a second later, my angel happy
to see me.
    I smiled back. “You do love me.”
    He blinked at me, looking as though
he wasn’t sure what I’d said.
    “Tell me you love me.”
    “I love you,” he replied softly.
    “He’s lying,” Satan hissed.
    I ignored Satan, knowing he was the one lying. Thierry didn’t have sex with me; he made love to me, my
beautiful angel always complying. I bent down and kissed his lips. He returned
the kiss, making me even happier. S ì , Satan
was the liar. He was always enticing me to do the wrong thing, playing me like
a harp, the evil vermin knowing which strings to pull. He’d encouraged me to pursue
Brando and Gabriel, even Matteo, and all those boys hated me. Yet, he warned me
against Thierry, someone who spoke words of love to me.
    Thierry moaned as I ran my hand up
his slender, perfectly formed cock, which responded so well to my touch. I
pushed my tongue inside of his mouth, taking what I wanted. My nose bumped
against his, causing me to yelp, that Devil’s spawn in the next room having
broken it.
    Thierry sat up, looking concerned.
“Are you all right, Master?”
    I gingerly ran my fingers over my
bandaged nose, furious with Alessandro for attacking me. My flesh was bruised, while
my body ached from his vicious kicks, the man an animale.
    “Not really,” I said. “The pain
relief didn’t work very well.”
    “Would you like me to apply
ointment to your wounds?”
    I pushed to my feet. “No. I’d rather
make Alessandro pay for what he did to me.”
    Thierry’s eyes widened. “You can’t
do that.”
    “Why not?! Is it because you lust
after him like Matteo?”
    “No, no,” he said, shaking his head
vigorously. “I only want you.”
    “Liar! I’ve seen the way you act
around Matteo.” I sat back down and grabbed his face, making him cry out. “Your
eyes follow him every time he passes by.”
    “I haven’t touched him, because I
love you.”
    “He’s lying,” Satan whispered. “He’s
saying what you want to hear.”
    “Tell me the truth!” I yelled at
Thierry, because right now I was starting to believe Satan.
    “I-I am,” Thierry said, his voice
trembling. “I-I love you.”
    Satan’s breath brushed my neck. “You
know it’s not true.”
    I squeezed Thierry’s cheeks harder,
making him cry out again. I wanted to believe him, but couldn’t ignore Satan, especially
since nothing but fear filled Thierry’s eyes right now.
    “That’s because you’re hurting him.”
    I went still at the sound of Saint
Michael’s voice, my namesake rarely talking to me. He’d shunned me for
listening to Satan, the evil he’d cut down with his holy sword.
    “Unhand the poor child,” Saint Michael
growled. “You do not want to damage him like you did to Brando and Jagger.”
    “It’s Gabriel.”
    “No, his name’s Jagger now. You made
certain of that when you ruined him. He’s no longer an angel; he’s a devil in
disguise. He hurts people because you hurt him. Abuse reaps abuse, so don’t start
the circle again with Thierry.”
    I let go of Thierry’s face. “Please
forgive me,” I said, kissing his reddened cheeks.
    “Fool, don’t listen to him,” Satan
hissed. “He’s filling you with guilt so you don’t punish the lustful boy.”
    I ignored Satan, preferring Saint
Michael’s advice, because I didn’t want to ruin Thierry. The boy was still
pure, no insanity or evil tainting him.
    I pulled back. “Do you forgive me?”
    He nodded, his eyes shiny