With every row, Christine felt her heart breaking into tiny pieces. In that moment she knew that her heart belonged to the phantom, and that no one else could make her feel this way. She turned to Raoul and said; ``Raoul I cannot deny my feelings for my angel. I love him; I cannot bear to be apart from him anymore. Please I beg of you let me go to him.'' She pleaded. ``Are these your true feelings, would you sincerely give yourself to a man who knows nothing but murder and violence?'' he demanded. Anger and hurt raw in his voice. A flash of hurt flickered in her eyes but she simply nodded. Raoul turned away from her, ``fine, but if you can be with a man like that'' He gestured toward the phantoms lair ``then I truly do not know you anymore'' He sneered. Since Raoul made no move to turn around the boat Christine gently lowered into the cold grimy water of the lake, and turned back only once on her journey back to her angels lair. As Christine waded back through the lake, she heard a disturbance behind her and ducked behind a corner. "This time we'll make sure that the opera ghost's voice never rings through these halls again, for good!'' A tall man exclaimed excitedly, What does he mean? Christine thought worriedly. Christine stayed a moment or two after the mob had moved on, just to make sure that there were no others trailing behind. Then she quickly moved towards the sound of shouting. Once she was just behind the gate to his lair, she heard frustrated shouts and crashing. They will never find him Christine thought smiling He's to smart for them. All of a sudden she heard a surprised cry, and turned slightly to see what had happened. One of the men in the group had leaned against a curtain thinking that behind it was a wall, but found quickly that it was really a secret room. Quickly pulling the curtain aside, 3 men trudged into the room, carrying each a sword and a hand rifle. Christine's heart dropped into her stomach as they pulled a struggling phantom through the curtain entrance. `` So this is the famed Opera ghost'' The tall one snickered `` Not as menacing as I once thought, Ugly as hell though'' He said while Turning the phantoms face from side to side examining it thoroughly. `` Rot in hell!, you son of a-'' the phantom spat ``ah, ah, ah, language there is a lady here you know'' the tall man said nodding his head toward Meg Giry. Christine ducked around the corner again, anxious that someone would spot her there. She kept her ear close to the edge of the column to hear their conversation. `` After this you won't be able to offend anyone any more, devil spawn.'' He snickered. ``Hand me the bottle André.'' He said coldly. ``What are you-?'' he began before a bottle was forced down his throat. An earsplitting scream surged through the darkness, followed by a series of choked gasps and cries. Christine's heart dropped to her stomach, and waited until the footsteps were far away before running to him. She found him curled in a ball behind the organ clutching his throat, and uttering choked moans of agony. `` What did they do to you!?'' Christine exclaimed, horrified. ``Angel? Angel? Why won't you look at me?'' She said softly. `` Let me see what they did, Please'' She begged, He gently nodded. He slowly pulled his hands away from his throat and face slowly. Christine gasped at what horror was revealed.