Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions by Marita A. Hansen Page A

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.
    “ S ì .” 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.
    “ God will protect you, my lamb.
I will also protect and love you, for we are now one.”
    His shaking picked up again, my words not
calming him down. It melted my heart, made me want to protect him
even more, although, again, I knew without a doubt I’d hurt him if
he disobeyed me, as I had done to his brother. Yet, my heart told
me this one wouldn’t be any trouble, only pure joy.
    My gaze moved to Matteo as he
entered the soldier’s room. Anger rose within me, but I clamped it down,
staving my greed, because my nephew would keep for now.
    A blood curdling scream came from the
Daughters of Eve’s room, making my head snap to their door. Then
another one sounded, the girls within those walls crying for my
brother to stop, which he wouldn’t: Christo’s party was only just
getting started.
    “ Please help them,” a small
voice said, the accent surprising me.
    I looked down at the boy. “Speak
again.”
    He kept his face pressed
to my chest.
“Please help my friends.”
    “ Are you
French?”
    He glanced up at me, those big
eyes so enchantingly timid. “Yes.”
    I brushed his soft curls aside.
“You have such a pretty voice. Do you go to church?”
    He nodded.
    “ Do you sing the songs of the
gospel?”
    He nodded again, his body going stiff
as another scream sounded.
    “ Will you sing Ave Maria for the Daughters
of Eve?”
    “ Daughters of
Eve?”
    “ The Landi sisters. Although I
don’t like their kind, there is one that holds my respect: the
Mother of our Lord. You will sing her song for the
daughters.”
    Yet a nother scream came from the
room.
    “ I … please stop that man from hurting
them.”
    “ I might consider it if
you sing for me.”
    He screwed up his