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

jerking in surprise. It wasn’t the bodyguards’
car; it was the other black car that had been parked behind them. I
couldn’t see through the window, it was too dark, but it made me
think of the Donatelli since it was an expensive car. They were a
flash family, always showing off their wealth, and right now I was
dead certain that Christo was behind the wheel. I knew I should
take off, but I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were frozen in
fear, while my mind was screaming at me to run.
    The car door opened. Christo
got out , his
intense pale-blue eyes zeroing in on me. He sauntered over to me,
the cocky grin on his face amused. “ Ciao , schiava ,” he said, calling me a slave. “What are you doing out
here all alone?”
    I opened my mouth, but nothing came
out.
    He raised his eyebrows. “If I
were your father , I’d have soldiers protecting you from men like me.” He
pulled out a knife from his belt.
    M y heart stopped as he wiped blood onto his
dark pants. “What did you do?” I croaked out.
    He held up the knife. “It doesn’t
matter who you have protecting you, I will always get to you, no
matter what.”
    “ You killed my father’s
men?”
    He pocketed the
knife .
“Killing is such a harsh word; I prefer to say that I paved the way
for them to meet their creator.”
    Panicked by his words, I went to take off on
my bicycle. He grabbed my arm and yanked me off it. I screamed, but
he moved too swiftly, clamping a hand over my mouth as my bicycle
crashed to the ground. The door of the cottage we were standing in
front of swung open. A burly man stepped outside, but as soon as he
spotted Christo, he rushed back inside the house, slamming the door
shut.
    Christo smiled at me. “You can
scream all you like, schiava , but it will do you no good. No one will come to
your rescue, I’m untouchable.” He leaned forward and kissed the
tears rolling down my cheek. I tried to pull away, but he clamped a
hand behind my neck, locking me in place. “You look so scared,” he
said, his lips now glistening from my tears. “You shouldn’t be,
unless you have done something wrong: such as kissing Jagger
D’Angelo. Don’t you remember what I told you I would do if you
didn’t break up with that boy?” He waited for a moment as though he
expected me to answer him, but I couldn’t since his hand was still
clamped over my mouth. “I said I’d kill you,” he answered for me.
He moved his mouth to my ear. “But that would be such a waste, so
I’ll give you one more chance, pretty little schiava : break up with the boy or I’ll make
sure you
won’t be going to God a virgin, unless Jagger has already taken your
virginity. Has he?”
    Now sobbing, I shook my head.
    He removed his hand from my mouth. “By
the way, your boyfriend isn’t a virgin, but not in the way you
think.”
    “ Please let me
go.”
    “ Why ever should I do that? The
fun has only begun.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me
around, causing me to release a startled scream. He stopped,
allowing my feet to touch the ground. “There really is no reason
for you to scream. We were merely dancing.” He let me go, the
freedom bewildering me.
    He tapped my lips with a
finger. “Say arriverderla ,” he said, telling me to say the formal version of
bye.
    “ Ar riverderla ,” I croaked out.
    “ Arriverderla , what?”
    I stared at him, not knowing what else
he wanted me to say.
    “ It’s ‘Ar riverderla , master’,” he said.
    “ What?”
    “ I’m now your master, schiava , so you will address me with respect every time you see
me, and if you don’t, I will kill a member of your famiglia .”
    I stifled a sob with my
hand.
    “ There’s no need to be upset,”
he said, “you just need to say what I have instructed you
to.”
    “ Ar riverderla , master.”
    He nodded, looking
satisfied .
“Good schiava. ” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward,
kissing me roughly. After what felt like forever, he finally let