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  “Doesn’t Frano know anything?”

  “He’s confused. He was hit badly over the head and had to receive medical attention. They also drugged him. Alberto is playing him along.”

  “Then tell him!” I yelled, pushing away from the wall.

  “Not unless I want to die, and Alberto won’t let me see Jagger if I say anything.”

  “You say you love Jagger, yet you’re not willing to help him? It doesn’t sound like love to me.”

  She looked back at Jagger. “But I do love you, amore, and I will do anything for you.”

  “Then tell Frano,” I said, “just make sure no one else finds out.”

  “No, if I tell him he’ll confront Alberto, then Alberto will kill me.” Bianca refocused on Jagger. “You must understand what I say is true.”

  Jagger nodded, then took a hold of her face and kissed her deeply, the woman melting. He pulled back and placed his forehead to hers. “I love you,” he said.

  She let out a gasp. “Truly?”

  “Sì. I was just mad at Alberto the other day, and wrongly took it out on you. Forgive me?”

  “Of course,” she said, looking happy.

  “I would kill for you, Bianca.”

  “I would kill for you too.”

  “Really?”

  “Sì.”

  He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lips. She grabbed and pulled him against her. I grimaced, disgusted as the woman slobbered over him, but also curious with what he was up to, his silky words without a doubt lies.

  He yelped.

  Bianca instantly pulled back, her eyes going all over him. “What’s wrong, amore?”

  He touched his crotch. “I’m still in pain. The Padre is torturing me. He put a spike down my penis, then he fucked me. I was already hurting from what Alberto had done earlier.”

  “What did Alberto do?”

  “He fucked me too. He wouldn’t stop even though I pleaded with him, but he said I needed to get used to it, because I am now his.”

  Bianca’s face darkened, no, fury passed over it—absolute and utter fury. “I’LL KILL HIM!!” she screamed, her whole body shaking

  “Ssssh,” Jagger said, stroking her hair. “You can’t do anything; he will hurt you if you even try.”

  “But he can’t do this to you!”

  “I can’t stop him, he is much too strong.” Jagger held out his arms, the bruising along his biceps a mix of reds and purples. “He held me down.” He touched his reddened wrists. “Then tied me to the bed when I wouldn’t stop fighting him.”

  “We have to stop him, I will stop him,” Bianca said, now crying.

  “You can’t do anything; I’m Alberto’s pleasure-slave now.”

  “You are NOT his slave. You are MY love.”

  “Just forget about me. I belong to Alberto.”

  Her face hardened. “Not if I kill him.”

  “Don’t talk silly, bella.”

  “No, I mean it. I will kill him.”

  “But how? You can’t attack him outright, maybe poisoning would work, but you can’t risk yourself for me.”

  “I can and I will. I’ll poison the bastard’s food. NO! I’ll put it in his drink; he won’t know what hit him.”

  “You will do that for me?”

  “Of course!” She grabbed Jagger and kissed him all over his face, then climbed on top of him. Jagger let out a pained yelp. She pulled back. “I’m so sorry; you just make me go crazy. I don’t think when I’m with you.”

  “It’s not your fault.” He winced, rubbing himself below. “I wish I could make love to you, but I’m too damaged. Can you come back another time? I need time to heal. Everything hurts.”

  “Oh, you poor darling. Sì, I will come back—but only after I kill Alberto.”

  Jagger smiled sadly. “I wish you meant that.”

  “I do. Then I will hire mercenaries to get you out of here.”

  “I will owe you my life if you do. Then we can finally leave this damn island.”

  She smiled wide, then started kissing him again. Jagger made another pained sound. She pulled back, looking upset. “I want to stay, but I am hurting you with my touch. I will go now; they didn’t give me much time to be in here anyway, I just needed to see you.”

  “I’m happy you came.”

  She let out a little laugh, then kissed him on the forehead and got off the bed. “The next time I see you, Jagger, I will be a widow.”

  “Just as long as I see you.”

  Smiling, she blew him a kiss, then turned and knocked on the door, asking to be let out. The door opened and she left with one last wave, the door closing behind her.

  Jagger turned to me with a wicked smile. “Was that an Academy Award performance?”

  I nodded. “You are a master manipulator. But do you think she’ll kill Alberto for you?”

  His smile widened. “Without a doubt.”

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  Marita A. Hansen is from New Zealand. She loves writing, creating art, watching and participating in football, and running. She ran her first marathon in 2012 and is now planning on completing many more. For more information on Marita check out these links:

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  Other books by Marita A. Hansen

  My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 “Taken”

  My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 “Discovered”

  Behind the Hood

  Graffiti Heaven

  Behind the Tears

  Behind the Lens

  Don’t Peek (The Diaries of a Teenage Girl)