The water from the shower was hot and Rebecca enjoyed the way it hurt just a little as it flowed over her body. She’d been in for about forty-five minutes but the Master had made it clear that she’d be in costume this evening, and that meant she needed to be completely cleansed before she arrived. She considered briefly how wonderful her life was now that the Master was involved, how different it had become. Me. The thought hit her and she felt love for the man filling her. Her life was different. Certainly, it was. The Master hadn’t done that, though. The Master had changed Rebecca, and that changed her life. Certainly, the trap he’d set for her had been terrible, as all of his traps were. It was terrible and powerful and beautiful, and it was necessary. She wondered how many lives he’d changed. Four men had participated in her transformation, and he only used transformed individuals. She knew of three others. With her, that made eight who’d survived his tests and gone on to live enlightened lives.
She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There was something so thrilling to see herself naked and to feel no shame, no fear, and no disgust. All that Uncle Carl had taken from her, the Master had returned; and he’d done more as well. He’d given her the ability to take the years of abuse and use them rather than dwell on them or suppress them. She was free, and it was probably that freedom that enslaved her by choice. She smiled at herself, and even that brought joy. She’d gone years without smiling at herself. Now, she had her life, her career, and best of all—the opportunity to help the Master with his glorious mission. As she dried off, she considered how much her life had changed in five years. She met the master and he changed her. Two months later she was enrolled in college and four years later she had her degree and had her teaching credential. Now, she taught kindergarten and actually lived in a house. The Master had given her all of that, and her life now had meaning.
She didn’t bother dressing very carefully but just threw on jeans and a tee shirt. She knew she’d be in costume tonight and that made anything else irrelevant. She sighed as she made her way to her car and headed to one of the Master’s secret proving grounds. This one was located right in the center of town, hidden in plain sight between a slaughterhouse (which kept the smell of blood and death from attracting attention) and a bus station (which meant it was easy to be unnoticed in a regular crowd of people.) Unlike most of the Master’s locations, this one wasn’t an abandoned building. Instead, the top was a fully functioning apartment building. In the basement, though, was a secret passage that led to sub-level that had been walled off in the 1920s. There were nine or ten rooms, and as far as Rebecca could tell, the place had originally been some kind of hotel or something, and these rooms were probably staff quarters.
She felt a thrill when she entered the building. She had a one bedroom apartment here that she never used. It existed solely to provide an excuse for her to be in the building, and also as a place for her to stay when she was required for extended periods of time. It was also wonderful because there was a “secret” passage from one of the closets. It wasn’t intentional, but when the building was renovated, the contractors had simply created a drywall covering over a small passageway. She’d cut through it and discovered the passageway. It led to a ladder that brought her all the way to the basement level. Even though she couldn’t get back into the renovated section, the passageway led to another entry in the walled off sub-level.
She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There was something so thrilling to see herself naked and to feel no shame, no fear, and no disgust. All that Uncle Carl had taken from her, the Master had returned; and he’d done more as well. He’d given her the ability to take the years of abuse and use them rather than dwell on them or suppress them. She was free, and it was probably that freedom that enslaved her by choice. She smiled at herself, and even that brought joy. She’d gone years without smiling at herself. Now, she had her life, her career, and best of all—the opportunity to help the Master with his glorious mission. As she dried off, she considered how much her life had changed in five years. She met the master and he changed her. Two months later she was enrolled in college and four years later she had her degree and had her teaching credential. Now, she taught kindergarten and actually lived in a house. The Master had given her all of that, and her life now had meaning.
She didn’t bother dressing very carefully but just threw on jeans and a tee shirt. She knew she’d be in costume tonight and that made anything else irrelevant. She sighed as she made her way to her car and headed to one of the Master’s secret proving grounds. This one was located right in the center of town, hidden in plain sight between a slaughterhouse (which kept the smell of blood and death from attracting attention) and a bus station (which meant it was easy to be unnoticed in a regular crowd of people.) Unlike most of the Master’s locations, this one wasn’t an abandoned building. Instead, the top was a fully functioning apartment building. In the basement, though, was a secret passage that led to sub-level that had been walled off in the 1920s. There were nine or ten rooms, and as far as Rebecca could tell, the place had originally been some kind of hotel or something, and these rooms were probably staff quarters.
She felt a thrill when she entered the building. She had a one bedroom apartment here that she never used. It existed solely to provide an excuse for her to be in the building, and also as a place for her to stay when she was required for extended periods of time. It was also wonderful because there was a “secret” passage from one of the closets. It wasn’t intentional, but when the building was renovated, the contractors had simply created a drywall covering over a small passageway. She’d cut through it and discovered the passageway. It led to a ladder that brought her all the way to the basement level. Even though she couldn’t get back into the renovated section, the passageway led to another entry in the walled off sub-level.
