The Trainer Part 2 – April's Story
Prologue
The room was dark and musty. A single small lamp in the corner - an antique to be sure - lit the room. It was furnished with things that would pass for museum pieces. The room appeared frozen in time, out-of-place and yet perfect for the moment.
It had been so long since she saw him. It seemed an eternity since the picture was painted and yet the days were few. Night and day passed here as she waited and learned the things he had for her to do. Sewing and reading by dim light, watching and waiting day by day. Warm water brought in every day for bathing and a chamber pot sat in the corner. These were always well taken care of and she only had to ask for anything that she wanted. There was a small foyer where she occasionally heard footsteps but never a word was spoken there.
She was aware of the others, as well. She had never spoken to them but she could sense their presence...in other rooms just like this one, no doubt. Waiting and watching for the Master to return for them.
Shelly wondered if she would ever see them. She had not during her brief training. Her experience was one of longing. Longing to be with him and longing to see them and touch them.
The door opened and some light came in from the hall. The butler delivered the meal...three a day with plenty of food to last between. She had not been told she couldn't leave the room or explore. She had just not wanted to, until now...
April's Story
She opened the heavy mahogany door and quietly slipped down the hall to the right. The halls were beautiful with paintings that were somehow recognizable and yet were not known. Could the Master have painted these as well? There were heavy doors on each side of the hall.
Behind one of the doors, she heard a sound. It was faint, like a woman crying. She opened the door and she found her. Her face recognizable from the painting she had seen. She walked up to her.
"Hello. I'm Shelly. Why are you crying?" she looked the girl in the eyes. She was very young, perhaps twenty-five, but she looked absolutely stunning in her dress. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide. Shelly had thoughts of the evil treatment and harsh conditions that made her cry.
Her answer was not what she expected.
"I was thinking of him. I couldn't help it...." She was sobbing gently into her handkerchief. "I just need him so much, you know?"
Shelly knew. She longed for him and his touch, even a word from him would be enough for her to be excited and aroused. She felt so silly when she realized what the girl had been doing.
"I am sorry to have interrupted you..." This was all that Shelly could manage as she started for the door.
"Please, don't go." She said. "My name is April. I miss him so much when he leaves me. I don't want to be alone now." She was visibly shaking as she spoke of him.
Shelly listened intently as this young girl described the night before to her...
"The butler came to the door and summoned me. He said for me to follow him. I followed him for a while down the hall and down the stairs. They were very dark and scary stairs, I can remember wanting to hold the railing, but there wasn't one, only stone. The stairs went deeper into the cellar and I can remember a large steel door. " Shelly was captivated by her words as she spoke.
"Go on..." Shelly said, as she waited for the conversation to continue.
"The butler opened it with a large key. It was obviously very heavy as he strained to move it. Behind the door were several large rooms. I passed the wine cellar; he made a specific mention of it as one of the nicest ones in the city, and several other rooms of no importance until we reached the room of interest. The butler called it the playroom."
The night before...
