"Christine! That's all I ask of-"

Christine ripped off this mans small black mask and gasped.

His hideous marred face was worse than she remembered; it was now revealed that he had always been wearing a wig and prosthetic skin. It wasn't merely what the mask covered. The whole right side of his head was pockmarked and red, his hair thin and mousy, his ear nearly nonexistent. Her eyes opened wide in shock at this revelation and froze on the spot, unable to move or run, even though she knew he'd take her now.

Meanwhile the whole audience was paralysed in shock and fear of what they saw in their Opera glasses, the star of the opera was a hideous beast and they knew it wasn't make-up.

The phantom grimaced and flushed as he realised what she had done; he had declared his love to her and she had not been fighting it but then she removed his mask, his wig and his prosthetics and the whole of the theatre were shocked at the sight of his disfigured flesh.

He grabbed Christine and cut the ropes he had placed carefully ready for this night.

Once cut the great chandelier would plunge and crash onto the stalls of the audience.

He broke the platform they were standing on and fell through his trapdoor in the stage floor. The audience gasped as they disappeared into the underground of the opera house.

He grasped Christine's wrist and violently dragged her through the cellars below, going deeper and deeper underground, shouting as he went.

Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!

Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!

Down that path into darkness, deep as hell!