My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered Read Online Free PDF Page A

stared up at him, unable to blink or to
even think, or to even wonder how he knew.
    Frano smiled. “But if the FBI wishes to
send me a beautiful woman, then I would be stupid not to accept
such a lovely offering, plus ... if I break you down until you’re
nothing more than a sexual object, isn’t that the greatest
vengeance I can have against them?” His smile dropped. “But I must
say one thing: I’m surprised at Jagger’s sloppiness. For him not to
have realized he’d brought FBI into my home... Very careless. But I
suppose all he saw was someone who looked like an old lover, but
me, I recognized you from your husband’s description.” He touched
my hair. “This is the only thing different. Matteo had said your
hair was auburn.” He looked down at my pussy. “But I can clearly
see you’re a dyed brunette.” He touched my pubic hair, making me go
rigid. He toyed with it as he spoke. “I liked your husband, it’s a
shame he was a spy. But with you it doesn’t matter, because I can
restrain a slave. Though, both of you will still have the same
fate, just his slavery is not controlled by me.”
    My mouth went dry, his words
stunning me. Matt was alive?
    Frano kissed my head, then
pulled back. “I must go now, but I will be back in a few hours to prepare
you for tonight. I would normally get someone else to do it, but I
think I will enjoy bathing you again.” He pushed to his feet, his
words now making me speak out.
    “ I was told you killed my
husband.”
    “ I don’t kill attractive people,
I sell them.” He headed for the door.
    I screamed at him: “Who did you sell
him to?!”
    He stopped, and rested his hand on the
door handle. “Someone who loves to use and abuse attractive males.”
He pushed through the door, closing it behind him.
    I mages of Matt being used and abused
flooded my mind, torturing me. But regardless, the possibility that
he was still alive gave me hope. I closed my eyes, picturing his
beautiful smile, one that I found endearing, so sweet and full of
boyish charm, unlike Frano’s.
    ***
    A door banged, jolting me.
Drool ran down the s ide of my face, making me realize I’d fallen asleep. I
wiped my face on my shoulder and looked up at the man now hovering
over me. Frano’s expression was hard, almost angry, which sent fear
through me, the thought that he would take his mood out on me a
distinct possibility. He removed his cufflinks, then yanked his
shirt open, the buttons popping and falling to the floor. He
dropped his shirt and kicked off his shoes, swearing and muttering
about the Donatelli, the words all flowing into one long sentence.
He undid his belt then shunted down his pants, along with his
underwear, kicking them off as well.
    A sound came from outside of the room.
He spun around, but the sound disappeared, someone probably walking
down the passage. His gaze moved back to me, his eyes narrowing as
though I was the cause of all his problems. He moved to the end of
the bed and undid the ties around my ankles, then went to free my
wrists, but stopped, his chest hovering over me.
    “ If you attack me be
aware the
consequences will be harsh,” he said.
    “ If I attack you and win,
then the consequences for you will be harsher.”
    He sneered at me, then opened the drawer
next to my head and pulled out a knife. I flinched, wondering
whether I’d pushed him too far, but instead he cut the tie holding
my left arm, then placed the knife to my neck. “Undo the last one
yourself.”
    I reached up, fiddling with it, the tie
too tight to undo. “I can’t,” I said.
    “ Turn onto your stomach
then.”
    I remained still.
    “ Unless you want me to rest the
knife in your throat while I untie you, I’d suggest you do as
you’re told.”
    I turned over, the tie hurting my wrist.
He cut it, then grabbed my hair and yanked at it, causing me to cry
out.
    “ Get up,” he said, “And don’t do
anything stupid. I know what you’re capable of, but you are not
aware of what