The next morning, the atmosphere in that villa had changed. I did not know why, but it was not difficult to understand that my captor had done something to make both the servants and the security a little more cautious and warmer with me.
After I had showered, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it with some confidence.
"Your trainer has arrived," Charlotte said calmly, and I nodded. “You can come out with me; we will go to the master's playroom. There you will get the lessons you need.”
“What's that supposed to be, some kind of torture chamber?” I asked wryly.
She, to my surprise, laughed heartily, as if what I had said was a big joke.
“You'll see," she said with a sort of mischievousness that made me curious. “Aurora, your instructor, will tell you everything. All I'm tell
