My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions by Marita A. Hansen Page B

didn’t think you would get away with
beating me up without retribution, now did you?”
    Matteo appeared
shocked .
“But, I’m his brother’s son.”
    “ Unlike me, he’s never liked
you. Y ou’re
a rude, disobedient boy who continuously insults him, so he’s
allowing me to teach you a lesson in humility. So, kiss
me.”
    He shook his head. “I’d rather
die.”
    “ That’s not happening, because
despite your evil nature, God has bestowed upon you the gift of
beauty, and it would be a sin to allow it to perish.”
    “ You’re fucked in the
head.”
    “ And I’d love to fuck you in the
ass.”
    “ NINO!!”
    I laughed. “Oh, your panic is
delicious, so much so that I’m considering taking you right here
and now, regardless of my brother’s wishes.”
    Matteo shook his head, his eyes scared,
which made my ache throb even more. I pushed my hand in between us
to flick open his pants, causing him to thrash about again, the
pleas coming from his mouth arousing me beyond what I could take.
I’d watched him for so long, seen him naked, ached to fill him, to
make love to him, and now I had him helpless I didn’t think I could
walk away; my lust for him was just too strong.
    He started screaming for help, help that
wouldn’t come. I shunted his pants halfway down his legs, my mind
completely gone; the need he’d created in me blinding all reason.
Matteo continued to struggle fruitlessly against me, the boy no
match for my strength. I pushed his pants completely down with my
foot, preparing to spin him around.
    “ Please don’t do this, Uncle Michael,” he
pleaded.
    I hesitated, the word ‘Uncle” breaking
through my insanity. I had pleaded for my uncle to stop, but he
never did.
    “ I’ m your nephew,” Matteo said. “You
can’t do this to me.”
    I breathed out, my lust
clearing a fraction, allowing sanity to start seeping back in. Matteo
was staring at me in horror, not something I wanted to see. Horror
was different from fear—because it spoke of incest.
    “ Please forgive me,” I
said.
    Matteo nodded rapidly. “I will, I
will, just let me go.”
    “ No, don’t let him go, “Satan
hissed into my ear. “Take him.”
    “ It’s a sin,” I said.
    “ It would be a sin not to take
him.”
    “ He’s my
nephew.”
    “ No, he’s God’s gift to
you.”
    “ Like I was God’s gift to my
uncle?”
    “ Your uncle was evil, you
are not. You want to impart love, not hate.”
    “ What do you know of love? You
are the Devil.”
    “ I was once an angel. So
take him.”
    “ Matteo doesn’t want
me.”
    “ What he wants is of no
consequence, plus he needs to be punished for his sins. You also
need to start living up to your namesake. As with Archangel
Michael, it is your sacred duty to punish all fallen angels, of
which Matteo is. So, spear him with your holy sword.”
    “ That is vile blasphemy!”
    “ I do not blaspheme, I speak the
truth.”
    “ No. You are a liar and a
deceiver.”
    “ Then why do you listen to
me?”
    “ I am weak.”
    “ No, you are strong, which is
why the fallen angel trembles before you. He knows he is caught, he
just has to accept his punishment for all the evil he has
done.”
    “ S ì , he is evil.”
    “ As you are holy. You have not
fallen like this creature before you did, you hold strong to your
duty as God’s soldier. So, punish him.”
    “ All I want to do is kiss
him.”
    “ Then do it.”
    “ I want to plunder him
to.”
    “ Do it!”
    “ I will.” I went to kiss
Matteo.
    “ No!” he screamed, trying
to avoid my lips. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t!”
    “ I will. I t is my duty . ” I swung him around to face the wall. I pulled out
the evil from under my garb, the twisted sword I would spear him
with.
    Matteo screamed and flung the back
of his head into mine. I let go of him and stumbled backwards, the
blow painful to say the least. He turned and swung out at me, the
sudden movement, along with the pants pooling around his