The Phantom of the Opera was created by Leroux. I am simply taking his characters and using them for my...special reasons.
Ah, my dear, you have returned. I suspected you would. I am the master of games, you know. Of course you know. You started the game and set down the rules. What rules, you ask? You should know, my love. There are no rules to the games I play. If there ever were rules, they did not include me. Why should I ever be bound by the rules?
You are searching for something, aren't you? Then come right this way, my dear. Do not stand in fear, my little songbird. Here, this rope may help you around. Ah! It seems to fit around your neck. It looks rather lovely. Is it comfortable? It is made of the finest catgut I could find in the world. Not fine enough for you, my love, but it shall serve its purpose.
Are you having difficulties in anything? I hear you are out of breath, angel. We shall stop for a while so I may see what is bothering you. It is that pretty mouth of yours, is it not? I shall put some air into that mouth. Do not fear. Others have done this often. Married couples played this game. Does it not sound charming, my love? Your lips have longed for mine, have they not? Yes, it has been long since I felt my own on my lips. I see you have recovered your breath, so we shall continue.
You are searching for your lover, you say. It is very funny, my dear. You are a good actress. It sounds like you are dying. I know you are dying to see your lover again, are you not? You will see him in due time, but for now I will give you a tour. I will move the rope off of your neck. You have had a head rest for enough time. Your waist needs a belt. Why did you wear pants, my dear? Did you think we would wrestle and skirts would only harm your performance?
Here, you see, is my room. I decorated it myself. The walls are my favorite. They are a beautiful shade of crimson. You see, this paint is one of a kind. It is a paint that people die to create, my dear. You are fortunate to even see this color on a wall. It is, by far, the most beautiful thing in this room.
Your voice has strained since I last heard you. That high note of joy sounds rather like a scream. I shall make sure that your voice is restored to its former glory. Your lover will hear your voice and come to it, no? He is waiting for you in the other room, my dear. Come, I shall lead the way. The door is right here. No, I insist, after you.
There! You have found him! Is he not so peaceful in his sleep? He helped me paint the walls. Who knew he'd be so eager to assist? You seem to be speechless, my dear. I hear no noise. Maybe I can pull it out of your throat like he did once upon a nightmare. Come, your neck needs support. You need the support so you can look upon the body of your lover. Here is Erik for the last time! Take in the sight! You were dying to see him, were you not? You should know, Little Lotte, that if I cannot have you in life, then you shall have me in death!