My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 Poisoned by Marita A. Hansen Page B

soul, making him love me
as I love him.”
    “ He will never love
you!”
    I let go of her hands and grabbed her
neck. “He will!”
    Honey started sobbing, making me wonder
whether she was up to the job of seducing Frano, because he hated
weak bitches. But I could only work with what resources I had,
especially since the Donatelli had cleaned out all of Mario’s slave
cells, leaving me with nothing, other than returning Honey when I
had asked for one slave back. They had intercepted Honey on the way
to the airport, the real reason why she wasn’t in Spain, which had
caused me a great deal of stress trying to calm the Spanish client
down, who’d already paid for her. Luckily I had bought some time by
offering him three slaves in return for Honey, which I would get
once I took over the Donatelli household.
    “ My brother is a fine piece of
ass, not someone to cry over,” I said to the stupid slave, who
wouldn’t have gotten anyone better than Frano, let alone Jagger.
“You’ll learn to love Frano, and you will make him love you too.
You two will be happy together, and you will be much happier with
him than where you would’ve gone. The Spaniard is a sadist, my
brother is not.”
    “ But I can’t be with your
brother, I love Jagger.”
    I placed my forehead on hers, wanting to
head-butt that fucking ‘love’ word out of her stupid skull. “Get
this into your thick head,” I growled, “Jagger does not love you,
and even if he did you can’t have him, and if you want to keep all
of your parts,” I grabbed one of her breasts, “you best do as I
tell you.” I squeezed the breast hard, making her cry out. “Now …
do you wish to keep this disgusting piece of flesh or do you want
me to cut it from your body?”
    “ K-K-Keep it,” she sobbed out,
her face twisted in pain.
    I let go of the offending breast. “And you
are NOT to tell my brother anything that I have told you, unless
you want to die a very painful death. You are also not to tell him
that you left the house or anything about the Donatelli. Frano has
amnesia, and I don’t want him recovering his memory, because it’ll
get him killed, or worse, made into a pleasure slave since that
sick priest has now decided he wants a piece of my brother’s ass,
and if he touches Frano again I will hold you responsible, and will
make you pay dearly.” I grabbed her soft stomach, making her
squeal. “But we need to change some things about you. You are a
soft bitch, so you have to harden up—and quick.” I let go of her
flesh. “Which means you will not give into Frano. Instead, you will
treat him roughly, and fight him all the way even when he’s hurting
you, because although he’s a bastard with women, I’m a bigger one.
I would mutilate you whereas he never would. So, just think about
what I can do to you with this.” I pulled out my knife from my
pocket and flicked it open. “Which means, when my brother’s
torturing you—embrace it, because I will hurt you far more if you
fail. Swear at him, look at his cock, do everything that suggests
you both hate and lust after him. It will make him want you more.
My brother is simple when it comes to women. Treat him bad, and he
will come back and fuck you until you scream out his name in
ecstasy. But, act like a weak bitch and you’ll turn him off.
Understand?”
    She nodded, although the pathetic
sniffling continued.
    “ Good, because I think we can
work well together. And if you do everything I say I will never
hurt you again.” I let go of her and kissed her on the cheek,
making her flinch away. I grabbed her head and kissed her on the
other cheek, then pulled back. “If you achieve what I want you will
no longer be a slave, you’ll be family. Think of that to get you
through what’s coming.” I turned and walked out of the bathroom,
banging on the main door to be let out. The guard opened it. I
grinned as I headed past him, knowing that the Donatelli should’ve
put a camera in the bathroom too,