Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered by Marita A. Hansen Page A

Gabriel,
but the temper of a demon, which I will exorcize from you. I will
cleanse your body and make it holy once more, make you beautiful
both inside and out.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips
against Jagger’s forehead. “Unfortunately, it will take time my
beautiful angel, because Eve’s children have warped you.” He
glanced over his shoulder, his cold stare focused on me. “Wicked,
vile creatures sent by the Devil to dirty my innocent angel.”
Moving to one side, he placed a hand behind Jagger’s head and
lifted it up. “Look at her, see the evil between her legs, tempting
you, telling you that I’m not your master. It was Eve’s daughter
who turned you against me, and I sent her to Hell for it, but she
has been resurrected to test you once more.”
    “ This isn’t Jagger’s teenage
lover,” Alberto spoke up. “She just looks like her.”
    The priest lay Jagger’s head
down then walked over to me. His face was attractive, with only a few
wrinkles lining his olive complexion, but his glare was chilling,
his pale blue eyes and the dark rings under them making him look
like an escaped lunatic ready to unleash hell. His eyes moved down
my body, slowly raking it, clawing at it, giving me the impression
that he would flay me alive. Although there was no lust on his
face, not even a drop, only disgust measuring me for a coffin, I
covered my breasts and pussy, wishing I could do
more.
    “ But she looks the same,”
th e priest
finally said, his gaze moving back to my face, “just
older.”
    “ A coincidence.”
    The priest grabbed my
chin and
yanked my head around. He brushed my hair aside and ran his fingers
over my neck, his touch making me shiver. “True, the Devil’s mark
is absent, but regardless, she was spawned from the same rotten
fruit.”
    “ Jagger’s lover was an only
child.”
    “ My
eyes don’t deceive me.”
    “ Again, just a
coincidence.”
    “ You’re wrong; she’s a
doppelganger, a harbinger of bad luck.”
    “ She’ s just a
slave.”
    “ Whether she is a slave or
a master, she is still an omen of death.” The priest let go of my face
and grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from my pussy. “Why is
her evil uncovered?”
    “ All the slaves go
naked.”
    “ You misunderstand me.”
The priest ran his fingers over my newly shaven pussy, making me
back up into Alberto . “Her skin is smooth like a young girl’s, not a hair on it,
whereas the other demons’ slits were covered.”
    “ Frano
must’ve shaved it. She was in his room earlier.”
    “ Your
brother is like my fallen angel, easily tempted. I would also like
to cleanse him, and to fill his precious chalice with God’s love
until it is overflowing.” The priest smiled wide, his eyes telling
me it wouldn’t be God’s love going into Frano’s body.
    Alberto reared up.
“ You are not
to touch Frano, otherwise this deal is off.”
    “ There is no deal, ragazzo , there is only what I
say.”
    “ You still can’t touch my
brother!”
    “ Lower your voice before you disturb
God’s slumber.”
    Al berto leaned his head forward, his
voice dangerously low. “If you lay a finger on my brother, I will
slaughter your famiglia , every last one—including you.”
    “ S uch loyalty to the one you betrayed.
How touching.”
    “ Just
give me your word you won’t touch Frano.”
    “ You need not worry about your
brother; my Gabriel is all I desire.” The priest turned and headed back to
Jagger. “Beautiful angel, what shall I do with your lover’s
doppelganger?” He cocked his head to the side as though Jagger was
saying something, but only silence filled the room. “True, she
isn’t a real doppelganger, since her gemella no longer walks God’s green
earth.”
    “ The slave is not
Sophia’ s
twin, Padre ,” Alberto said, looking frustrated, “she’s an American meant for
the Black Russian.”
    “ No, she’s meant for the
Devil. I have prepared a baptismal bath for Gabriel, but we will use it