"ERIK!" Christine screamed again. Raoul came up behind her and dotted her neck with kisses. Christine whipped around to face him.
"What are you doing?" she asked coldly.
"Why are you screaming for him? Now that we are rid of him, we can finally get married and even start a family", Raoul said. They were alone now; the guards had left.
"With you? After what you just did? Raoul, you must be dreaming", she said, and picked up the mask that Erik had dropped on the ground. She slipped it into the folds of her gown, and looked around. Everything there was... normal. Normal as it had been when they were sitting next to each other, just minutes ago...
"No, I know we're getting married. What would the public think? They all know that I am the one that captured the Phantom of the Opera, the one that has been terrorizing the Opera Populaire since who knows when. If they realize that you and him were... closer than they thought, they might suspect you of having a part in all of it, which may lead to your arrest as well", he said, and slipped his arm around her waist.
As horrible as it sounded, Christine knew he was right. If she were arrested, what good would it do her and Erik? She wouldn't be able to find a way to help Erik... out... of prison, and to help the both of them get away from Raoul and the law, in Erik's case.
Christine closed her eyes. "Alright, Raoul. I will", she said, her voice shaking.
"Good. Christine I've dealt with you and him long enough. It's time to realize that you belong to me. Think of your life with him if you were to have married", Raoul said.
"It would be just the same as this marriage is going to be. Only to someone I love", Christine said through gritted teeth as Raoul kissed her again.
"Oh, but Christine. If you try anything-such as running away or revealing this to anyone-you can get what may happen to you", Raoul threatened. As he said those words, he gripped her right breast harshly. Christine squealed and she breathed short, ragged breaths.
What had happened to the childhood sweetheart she had loved so much? How did he become this? Raoul roughly let go and took her hand and led her through the water in her tattered wedding dress. Christine rubbed the spot he had grabbed and grimaced in pain. It already hurt there.
There was a crowd waiting for them at the entrance: reporters, the curious, and others. Christine avoided their pitying gazes. Christine could make out words like "poor girl", "phantom", "terrorizing", and "vicomte" amongst the whispers. She could only imagine the wonderful things being said about Raoul, who finally managed to capture the Phantom of the Opera.
"Miss Daae, are you alright? What did he do to you?" a reporter asked. Christine shook her head, ignoring the question.
"When are you to married to the Vicomte de Chagny?" another reporter asked.
Christine looked at Raoul, who was clearly enjoying the attention. "Everyone! Christine and I are to be married tomorrow, at the same church as before. Thank you", Raoul said, and finally just pushed through the crowd.
Christine and Raoul finally arrived at Raoul's house. "Your things are in our room", Raoul told her.
"But... we aren't married yet", Christine reasoned, afraid of what he would do to her if they slept in the same bed.
"I'm sure it didn't matter if you were married or not when you were with him", Raoul said, hinting the truth about Christine and Erik making love.
How she longed for Erik's touch, to beg his forgiveness about all the torture she put him through. But instead she was stuck with Raoul, who looked like he was about to pounce on her any second.
Christine ran up to their room to change. A dress that Raoul obviously wanted her to wear rested on the nice bed. She changed into the simple light blue dress.
As she began to pull the skirt on, Raoul barged into the room. Christine covered herself with the rest of the dress.
Raoul went up to her and put his hands on her shoulders, pulling the dress away from her. Christine didn't let go of the protective fabric.
"Christine, you don't need to worry about it. We're going to be married in less than a day", he said, and yanked the dress away from her, revealing her naked body and ripping the dress. Christine closed her eyes, preparing for the worse.
"Look what you did, Christine. You ripped the dress", Raoul said, gripping her harshly.
Christine shook her head. "No! That was you Raoul", she protested.
"You know what happens when you do something wrong, Christine", he said, pushing against her. She turned her head away at the foul scent of his breath. Alcohol?
He took his own shirt off and pushed Christine onto the bed so her legs stuck out at the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants down, and lowered his hands onto Christine's breasts, and then pushed downward until he was upon her sex. Wasting no more time, he thrust into her, making Christine squeal, though more in surprise than pain.
He thrust into her a total of ten times, and then put his clothes back on and left without another word.
So this was what to become of her? A broken sex doll, to be used whenever Raoul felt like it? If only Erik were here...
Christine watched Raoul's carriage leave, going to where, she didn't know. Christine searched for another dress, but couldn't find one. She pulled a cloak over her current, ripped dress that now had a white stain on the hem.
She used the back door and also borrowed one of Raoul's horses and rode as fast as she could to the jail, hoping to find Erik.
When Christine arrived there, she was met by a burly policeman. "I need to see... the Phantom of the Opera", she said, realizing that this was the only name the public knew Erik by.
"Why,Miss Daae?" he asked her, an odd smile going over his face.
"If you don't let me, I'll talk to Raoul about it-you could be fired", she reasoned. Raoul would never do that, and he would do something terrible to Christine if he even found out she was here. But that threat was enough, and the policeman let Christine through to see Erik.
Her heart thumped with eagerness. "I would like to go in, if I could", she said to the man.
He laughed. "Why would I let you in there? No, you speak to him out there-I'll be waiting outside that door there", he said, and let her through.
Erik was the only one in any of the cells, and he looked up and saw Christine. "Christine!" he said, and rushed to the edge of his cell.
Christine gripped the bars that kept him in. Not realizing it, her cloak fell, revealing her ripped and stained dress.
"Erik, did they do anything to you?" she asked him.
Erik just stared at her dress. He had his guesses on how the white stain got there, but the rip... it became evident of what Raoul did to her.
"Christine what has he done to you?" he demanded angrily. Christine could see the anger boil inside of him-the most angry she had ever seen him.
She quickly pulled her cloak back on over her dress. "No...Nothing, Erik", she lied, and looked away. She was ashamed to tell Erik about what Raoul did to her.
"No, Christine. I have my ideas about what he did. And if it is what I think it is, he will die in my hands", Erik threatened. His Christine looked so broken even after less than a day with Raoul-how was she supposed to marry him?
The door slammed behind them and Christine jumped. She turned to see who it was and almost fainted. It was Raoul.