The uncompromising trainer was back. I didn't understand why he had to talk to me like I was in the army or something! It really annoyed me, but there wouldn't be any point saying anything, I was sure. What hope did I have, I heard him talk like this to his sister and although she wasn't happy about it, she didn't defy him either. Although, I did get the feeling that, if she really disagreed with what he had decided, she would give him as good as she got.
“Well? Are you going to acknowledge my instruction? I need to know you understood.”
Zack looked at me sternly.
“Yes I understand perfectly well, Zack." I sneered.
“Do you want me to salute you too?”
Oops, I couldn't help myself. It was out before I knew it.
“Less of the attitude, please." he said calmly, but his jaw clenched, whilst he motioned me towards the door exiting the sports hall.
I could feel my cheeks starting to burn again. So bloody annoying. At least it could have been the exercise that had turned my face red. We walked in silence back to my room where I retreated into the bathroom to have my bath. Zack gave me a half hour time limit, which I was going to use up to the last minute. I needed to calm down and relax to give my senses a bit of a break. I dimmed the lights right down and used the tiniest amount of bath oil so as to not stimulate myself too much. I sunk into the luscious warm bath and really relished the sensation. Just what I needed I thought, feeling satisfied.
CHAPTER 18
I used the time Eliza was in the bath to prepare for this afternoon's session. She needed to work on fine tuning her senses and blocking them so as to be in better control and not get so overwhelmed with them. To be honest, she had made excellent progress with it already and I was going to give her some difficult exercises to challenge her. She was going to be exhausted this evening so early bed time, though I knew she wasn't going to take that very kindly. She wasn't used to her life being controlled and I had to remind myself to be patient with her reaction to my orders. Had it been any one else speaking to me like she did earlier, they fucking would've had an afternoon of isolation cell for sure.
Eliza got out of the bath, drops of water littering the floor, loud as clattering stones. I had to stop thinking of her, naked in the bathroom. It was dangerous territory. She stepped into the room, smelling divine, hair up in a towel.
“How are you feeling? You look refreshed." I answered for her.
“I'll order us some lunch. I think it's carrot soup and a roll, or ham and cheese Panini with salad. What do you fancy?”
“Wow, I get a choice?"
Her eyes glinted mischievously.
“Yes, smart arse, but be quick about it or I'll make it for you.”
Fucking cheeky. That made my mind up to tell her more about us, so she would understand to take things more seriously. I couldn't put up with her bloody childish insubordination much longer.
“Carrot soup then please and oh, maybe lighten up a bit. You are no fun!" she carried on.
I chose to ignore it and went ahead with the order. It should be with us soon.
“Just get yourself ready." I barked frustratedly at her.
I took the opportunity to have a quick shower myself and was just getting out of the shower when I heard the knock on the door. I jumped out and wrapped a towel around me as Eliza was under strict instructions not to open the door, to ensure her safety. However, when I opened the shower room door, I heard Eliza say thank you and closing the door.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!" I yelled at her.
“You were told NOT to open the door, under ANY circumstance!”
I looked at her in despair. She really didn't understand any of it. It had to stop now, she needed to know more. She looked genuinely bewildered.
“I..., I forgot, it was just the lunch we were expecting and you, you were in the shower and....”
A tear formed in her left eye, which she hastily wiped away. She was such a fucking snowflake.
“Okay. Sit down. I'll put some clothes on. Then we'll talk.”
I said as calmly as I could. I noticed her clock my body and she glazed over, obviously using her wave technique to gain control. I hastily covered up and stepped away from her. She recovered quickly and once I was dressed properly we sat down to eat.
“I think you're ready to hear a bit more about what we do, as I feel it'll make you understand why I'm so strict with you and why I take everything so seriously. It might make you take it more seriously too.”
I gauged her reaction and though she was still feeling upset, her curiosity was spiked, so I carried on.
“So, apart from working to keep each other safe, we also use our gift to prevent crime in the conventional society. We work as an independent unit, never work for someone or any government. Our gift has to remain secret to everyone, apart from our own people. That's our number one rule. The danger of being detected is our deepest fear, as I mentioned before, it makes us a target for persecution, manipulation, imprisonment, being made to work for criminals, governments, or terrorists." I paused.
I wanted it to sink in.
“We put ourselves in danger when we're trying to prevent crimes or help get people brought to justice. We make many enemies, but we feel it's our obligation and duty as Sensorians to use our gifts to do good, help Dullards. Sorry, ordinary people. It
