Meg opened her eyes slowly. She moved slightly and winced. Last night had been particularly rough, but then that was nothing new from the month before. She glanced at the man beside her, he was still asleep. She slowly sat up, pulling the sheet a little closer.
"Thinking of leaving Miss Giry?" She turned to the man.
"It is morning sir, I need to get back for rehearsals." He shrugged and she slid out of bed. She gathered her clothes from the floor then put them on quickly. She swallowed and turned to the man. He was watching her with a satisfied smile, she resisted the urge to shudder.
"Your promise?" He waved his hand impatiently.
" Ooh la la girl. I will not charge your master his rent until he is ready."
"Thank you." Meg left, waiting until she was five steps away before she ran. Her thighs were sore and she felt as though her insides had been torn. He had been rougher than before, she just hoped he hadn't marked her. Her costumes did leave little to the imagination, even the covered parts were seen by the other girls. She slowed and closed her eyes.
"For him." She whispered to herself, "You're doing this for him." she was cheered a little by that thought, though it didn't numb the pain in her body, nor the torment in her mind. All these man she had to lie with to keep the business going, then she had to dance for the holiday makers. She was a dancer and a singer, everybody knew who she was, everyone saw her talent on the stage. That was what kept her going. They were his songs, his routines, he was surly watching, he saw how good she was, how hard she worked for him. She couldn't block out the disgust she felt for the men they had to satisfy, she had to satisfy. She had to go swimming, she had to wash away the pain, the feeling, she had to wash so her conscience would be clear.
Meg left the ocean feeling better. She was beautiful, she was talented, everything she did was perfect and it was all for him. He could see her, he would soon realise that she was all he needed. The past was the past, she had done so much for him and soon he would see it, see her how he should. She could be his companion, his life, his love, he was hers. All memories of the past she could block if only he would let her. Soon he would realise, and then she'd be his, then she'd have his love. He wouldn't need Christine, he would need her. However long it took, however much it hurt, Meg would have her Phantom.
