Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 by Marita A. Hansen

again.
“No, it isn’t, so go back to bed, and when you feel better you can
start retraining Honey.”
    “ But...”
    “ No buts, I’m your
brother; I’m
here to look out for you.” When I didn’t reply, he took a hold of
my face and looked into my eyes. “Frano, you must let me take care
of you, it’s what you would do for me. So, please, go back to bed
and leave things to me.”
    I nodded, knowing I could trust him with
my life.
     

4
    Rita
    I woke up groaning, my aching head making
me want to cradle it. But I couldn’t, the rope around my wrists
keeping my hands behind my back. I opened my eyes, a rank smell of
piss making my stomach turn. I shifted away from my spot on the
cold damp floor, and scanned the dark room apprehensively. Shadows
in the shape of people spotted the floor. Some were curled up while
others lay huddled together, probably to combat the
cold.
    “ Where am I?” I said.
    “ Hell,” a female voice answered.
    I squinted through the dark, searching
for its source. “Where are you?”
    “ By the door.”
    Across the room, I spotted the darkened
form of a person leaning next to a door, light leaking underneath
it.
    “ Who are you?” I
asked.
    “ Red. I’m Mario’s
slave.”
    “ I know you.”
    “ Yes, unfortunately,” she
said, her German accent strong.
    “ What
happened?”
    “ The Donatelli took us. They
took our Masters too. I hear Mario yelling from the next cell,
Jagger too.” She let out a sob. “They hurt him the
most.”
    “ What about
Frano?”
    “ I haven’t heard
him.”
    My stomach dropped at the thought that he
could be dead. “Why are we here, what do the Donatelli want from
us?”
    “ To use as prostitutes.” She let out another
sob. “Mario may have been cruel at times, but I love him, and he
showed me he loved me back, but these people.... They aren’t even
people, they too evil to be. When they come for you don’t complain,
don’t make a sound, even when it hurts, or they will make it hurt
more or worse, they will render you voiceless.”
    “ Voiceless? ”
    “ One of Mario’s other slaves,
the skinny one, complained because too many men were inside of her.
They cut her throat as an example for the rest of us to be
quiet.”
    My heart
sank ,
remembering the woman the Donatelli man had turned down because she
was too skinny. My mind went to Mario’s other slave. “And the black
girl? Is she alive?”
    “ Yes. S he’s kept elsewhere. I saw her once
when a man wanted more than one woman. Her eyes are dead, and we
have only been here three days.”
    “ I’ve been unconscious for
t hree
days?”
    “ Yes. I thought you were dead.
It would’ve been better for you if you were.”
    I ignored her comment. “Who are these
women?” I asked, indicating to the huddled forms.
    “ P rostitutes. The Donatelli call them fori , which means holes. They are rented out to common men.”
She exhaled loudly. “Thankfully, I have not been used in that
manner—yet.”
    A scream went up, making me stiffen. It
was masculine.
    “ That’s Jagger,” Red said. “I
wish they would kill him, it would be a mercy for that poor
man.”
    “ Wish for better things, like
the priest’s death.” I pushed up and walked over to her. “Move away
from the door.”
    “ Why?”
    “ Because when the guard opens it
I’m going to take him out.”
    “ Your hands are tied and he’s
armed.”
    “ I’ve untied myself with very
little before, I’ll do it again.”
    “ No, you’ll just waste their
bullets and lose your life, and possibly mine. Just sit down and
wait for them, see what they are like before you act.”
    Knowing she was right, I slid down the
wall to sit next to her. My thoughts shifted to Frano, and how he’d
tried to protect me from my traitorous husband. “My husband
betrayed me,” I said, feeling like crying. “I thought he was sent
to the Donatelli as a slave, but he wasn’t—he is a Donatelli.”
    “ What’s his
name ?”
    “ Matt.”
    “