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This story starts up from where Satine is getting ready to leave with Christian and Harold walks in. Satine is no longer sick.
"Forgive the intrusion cherub," says Harold.
"You're wasting you're time, Harold."
"Poppet, you don't understand. The Duke is going to kill Christian."
Satine gasps, horrified at the words she'd just heard.
"What? No…"
"The Duke is insanely jealous. Unless you do his ending and sleep with him tomorrow night, the Duke will have Christian killed."
"He can't scare us."
"He's a powerful man, you know he'll do it. What are you doing?"
"I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!!! All my life you made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me, Harold. He loves me. And that is worth everything. We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Goodbye, Harold."
Satine leaves Harold standing there, at a loss for words.
After leaving, Satine immediately goes to Christian. The seconds he answers the door, Satine leaps into his embrace.
"Christian, let's leave. We must leave now! Harold says…"
She couldn't bring herself to finish right at that moment, the though was to horrible to think about, let alone speak of.
"Harold says what? What did he say to you, Satine? Did he threaten you? Because if he did…"
"No! No, Christian…he says that the Duke is going to kill you. Unless…I sleep with him and do his ending. But I won't! I never will! That's why we must leave now! I could never bring myself to sleep with that wretched man, especially not after being with you. But, if it means sleeping with him or losing you…I couldn't bear to lose you. I fear I might do anything to save you."
"No, I will not let him touch you! The Duke will never have the chance to get you alone ever again, as long as I'm there. And I'm always going to be there, from now on. Let's leave, like you said. If we are gone then he cannot kill me or even attempt to sleep with you."
Christian was furious at that point. The very thought of the Duke handling his Satine made him feel sick inside. Which is why he immediately grabbed Satine's hand and got to the train station as fast as he could. They were getting away from this place. This place was worse than hell itself. They would leave Harold, the Duke, and most importantly, the Moulin Rouge!!!
*~*~*
The lovers were now on a train heading towards London, where Christian would take Satine to his home. It wasn't very big, but it was nice in it's own way. The only thing that wasn't so nice was a man who lived there…his father. A gentle stirring next to him made him get away from thoughts of his father and London. It was Satine. She had fallen asleep on the bed (they were in a bedroom on the train, where they would stay until their arrival to London) almost instantly upon entering the room and lying down on the comfy mattress.
"How are you?" he asked. "You seemed so tired." He laughs. "A long say for you as well I presume?"
"Mmm, you presume correct. I was exhausted. But now…I am wide awake and willing to do just about anything." She giggled. 'Christian is so handsome,' she thought. 'O, how I love him so! Perhaps he'll catch my hint, and then I can prove my love yet again,'
"Am I to assume you want to make love?" he asked, acting surprised, yet he was just playing a part of her little game. She caught on.
"Well, yes, I suppose, if that's what you really want," she said grinning. He grinned back. Tonight would be the night that they shared their most wonderful experience together yet.
This story starts up from where Satine is getting ready to leave with Christian and Harold walks in. Satine is no longer sick.
"Forgive the intrusion cherub," says Harold.
"You're wasting you're time, Harold."
"Poppet, you don't understand. The Duke is going to kill Christian."
Satine gasps, horrified at the words she'd just heard.
"What? No…"
"The Duke is insanely jealous. Unless you do his ending and sleep with him tomorrow night, the Duke will have Christian killed."
"He can't scare us."
"He's a powerful man, you know he'll do it. What are you doing?"
"I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!!! All my life you made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me, Harold. He loves me. And that is worth everything. We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Goodbye, Harold."
Satine leaves Harold standing there, at a loss for words.
After leaving, Satine immediately goes to Christian. The seconds he answers the door, Satine leaps into his embrace.
"Christian, let's leave. We must leave now! Harold says…"
She couldn't bring herself to finish right at that moment, the though was to horrible to think about, let alone speak of.
"Harold says what? What did he say to you, Satine? Did he threaten you? Because if he did…"
"No! No, Christian…he says that the Duke is going to kill you. Unless…I sleep with him and do his ending. But I won't! I never will! That's why we must leave now! I could never bring myself to sleep with that wretched man, especially not after being with you. But, if it means sleeping with him or losing you…I couldn't bear to lose you. I fear I might do anything to save you."
"No, I will not let him touch you! The Duke will never have the chance to get you alone ever again, as long as I'm there. And I'm always going to be there, from now on. Let's leave, like you said. If we are gone then he cannot kill me or even attempt to sleep with you."
Christian was furious at that point. The very thought of the Duke handling his Satine made him feel sick inside. Which is why he immediately grabbed Satine's hand and got to the train station as fast as he could. They were getting away from this place. This place was worse than hell itself. They would leave Harold, the Duke, and most importantly, the Moulin Rouge!!!
*~*~*
The lovers were now on a train heading towards London, where Christian would take Satine to his home. It wasn't very big, but it was nice in it's own way. The only thing that wasn't so nice was a man who lived there…his father. A gentle stirring next to him made him get away from thoughts of his father and London. It was Satine. She had fallen asleep on the bed (they were in a bedroom on the train, where they would stay until their arrival to London) almost instantly upon entering the room and lying down on the comfy mattress.
"How are you?" he asked. "You seemed so tired." He laughs. "A long say for you as well I presume?"
"Mmm, you presume correct. I was exhausted. But now…I am wide awake and willing to do just about anything." She giggled. 'Christian is so handsome,' she thought. 'O, how I love him so! Perhaps he'll catch my hint, and then I can prove my love yet again,'
"Am I to assume you want to make love?" he asked, acting surprised, yet he was just playing a part of her little game. She caught on.
"Well, yes, I suppose, if that's what you really want," she said grinning. He grinned back. Tonight would be the night that they shared their most wonderful experience together yet.