Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked by Marita A. Hansen

to say he wasn’t, but he continued to speak, not allowing
me to get a word in edgewise. “No one will want me now because of
what the Padre did. I’m disgusting, I’m vile. He forces me to do horrible
things. He, he ha-has sex with me. I don’t want to, but he holds me
down and-and says no one will believe me if I tell them. I-I try to
fight him, but he hurts me even more.” He dropped his hands and
looked up at me. His eyes were rimmed with red, the torment within
them deep. He breathed out, the sound shuddering. “I’ve never told
anyone, but I can’t take it anymore. It hurts and it makes me want
to die.”
    I
remained quiet, dumbstruck by his words.
    “ Please believe me.” He pushed up off the bed and held his
arms out, no doubt wanting comfort. But I couldn’t do it, I
couldn’t hug him. Only moments ago he’d tried to force himself onto
me and now he was telling me that the Padre had raped and abused him. It
couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be. The Padre was a priest, and for him to
do that to Jagger... Oh God, it couldn’t be true, it
couldn’t.
    But I
knew it was; the pain in Jagger’s eyes all the evidence I
needed.
    He
touched my arms, about to pull me into his embrace. I stepped away
from him, the look on his face hitting me hard. It was clear he
thought I didn’t believe him, but I couldn’t hug him, it was just …
I couldn’t handle it, it was too much. How could he have had that
done to him? It…
    I ran,
desperate to get out of there: to get away from what he’d said as
well as what he’d done to me. I headed down the passage, stopping
as I heard noises coming from a room, which Jagger had said was
Frano’s. I knocked on the door, needing Frano to tell me that
Jagger was lying. And he must be, because otherwise Frano and the
others would know and have done something about it.
    The door
opened. Frano appeared in front of me in loose pants and no shirt.
I wanted to tell him what Jagger had said, but I couldn’t say a
word. Instead, I burst into tears. He pulled me into his room and
closed the door, taking me to his bed.
    He sat
me down. “What happened, Sophia?” he asked, placing an arm around
my shoulders, looking concerned.
    Still
unable to speak, I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to
cry, second guessing myself as well as Jagger. He started to stroke
my hair, saying soothing words. I looked up at him, at a face I’d
imagined so many times looking at me with love. Instead, he stared
at me with concern.
    He
parted his lips, looking like he wanted to say something, then
before I realized what was happening, I reached up and kissed
him—or he kissed me. My mind was too muddled to think straight, to
know what was up or what was down. Though, I could hear screaming
at the back of my mind, a voice yelling at me to stop, that this
was wrong, that I shouldn’t be touching him after what Jagger had
told me.
    But I
couldn’t stop.
    I moved my mouth down his chin, the stubble making my lips
prickle, but I loved it, loved everything about him. He groaned as
I kissed his neck. This was like a dream, no, it was my dream. I’d willed
my dreams so I could imagine doing this to him—and more. And I
couldn’t stop myself, the noises he was making spurring me on. My
hand fell on his lap. Oh God! He was hard for me. I grasped onto
his cock through his pants, making him groan louder.
    His
hands moved behind my back and started undoing my bra. Only moments
ago my boyfriend had wanted to do this, yet I’d denied him. But
Frano…
    He
removed my blouse and bra and pushed me onto his bed, then latched
onto one of my breasts with his mouth. I thrust my chest up and let
out a cry of pleasure as he started suckling on me. My fingers
speared into his hair, gripping onto him for dear life, making sure
he didn’t pull away, because this was pure ecstasy.
    He let
go of my breast and detached my hands from his hair. Before I could
complain, he removed my shoes then yanked down my jeans