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third
finger in, Frano biting back a yell. “Still no scream? Maybe I need
to shove my whole hand up there.”
    He started shaking his head wildly, but
instead of begging words, he continued to demand I stop, as if he
still thought he had control over me.
    “ You are a proud man, Frano, but what
happens when you’re made into a real slave and can no longer demand
anything from anyone? After what I saw them do to Jagger, I think
that will happen, and, bello ,” I said, accentuating the Italian word for
handsome, “that sick priest will love your beautiful body. Do you
know what he was doing to Jagger?” My stomach twisted at the
thought, my arousal disappearing in an instant. “He had your
cousin’s cock and balls roped up, and was tugging on them. Will you
scream when the priest does that to you?”
    He stared back at
me , his
expression horrified, then he turned his head to the side. “I
should’ve believed him,” he said.
    I pulled my fingers out of his body, his
anguished expression hitting me. He was thinking about Jagger while
I abused him, more concerned about his cousin than himself. My
expression hardened, remembering what he’d sent Matt to. “You only
give a shit about your own, but everyone else can go to hell for
all you care. Well, fuck you, Frano, karma has finally bitten you
on your ass. Now it’s your time to hurt—like you made Matt and all
those women suffer.”
    He turned his head to look at
me. “You will suffer more than me, because I won’t live long if
th e
Donatelli choose to make me into an example.”
    “ You don’t deserve to live at
all.” I
placed a hand over his mouth and nose, knowing I could kill him
now, but also knowing it would lead to my own death. He kept still,
his eyes watching me, the hazel coloring far too familiar. I’d seen
his picture many times, but looking into his eyes now, there was a
different kind of familiarity. I knew in that instant that I’d seen
him in person a long time ago, just the where or when remaining
hidden from me.
    I removed my hand and wiped it on the
mattress, getting rid of his cum, then pushed off the bed and
headed for the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turned on
the tap to wash my hands, my mind wondering where I’d seen him
before. And it wasn’t just that, it was his expression, which was
so familiar. He thought he was going to die. I remembered that look
in someone else’s eyes. Or was it his, just younger? I didn’t know,
because I couldn’t remember.
    I placed my hands on the
basin and
leaned over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Was it
because I’d almost been drowned? My mind went to the priest holding
me under the bath water as I struggled to get free. Jagger had
begged for my life, begged for the priest to stop and for Alberto
to help me. I remembered someone else begging, but it hadn’t been
Jagger—and it wasn’t recent. I closed my eyes, a male voice coming
to mind, begging to save me, saying he would do anything, but I
couldn’t place who it was, just that he was Italian and not Jagger,
and I wasn’t being held down in a bath, but a lake. I opened my
eyes, not understanding, because the only lakes I’d seen were with
Matt on our camping trip. I frowned, trying to remember the lake in
my mind. It had a forest next to it and the air smelt heavily of
lavender, the smell so strong I had wanted to throw up.
    Frano let out a shout of alarm,
making me turn around. He started speaking rapidly in Italian,
demanding that the Padre... I opened the door, finding the gray-haired priest standing
over Frano, smiling down on him.
    “ You are truly a gift from
God ,” the
priest said, reaching for Frano.
    Frano jerked his body away from the
priest. “Don’t touch me!”
    “ It would be sacrilegious if I
didn’t.” He ran a hand down Frano’s stomach and grabbed him below,
making Frano shout out, the priest looking like he was squeezing
him hard. “I’m going to enjoy filling you up with my love,