"You try my patients. Make your choice," growled the man who once was my angel. Raoul looked at me with eyes that pleaded for my freedom. No I thought as looked at both men. I would not watch Raoul die because of me, but I also would not kill him by breaking his heart. I didn't know what to do. My world was flipped upside down. I wanted to live, yet I was was bound in chains. I belonged to that monster. Not knowing what to do, I crumpled to the ground sobbing. My angel left me like that. His eyes were fixed on me though. A horrible thought crossed my mind. I shakily got up. "If I let you take my innocence, will you let us go?" I whimpered. In this way, he would own me, but I would be able to live my life with Raoul. Raoul's eyes widened as I suggested this. He began to protest, but it was not necessary. "How dare you even think that Christine Daaé. How dare you. Just because I'm a monster, does not mean I am not a God-fearing man." His eyes burned into me. He was so angry. "I would never take your innocence. Not when we are not married." I felt so ashamed. Being told off. I was the good girl. What would father think of me? I had let him down. I wanted to run, hide, curl up in a hole and die. Anything was better than this. I felt as though I was being stabbed. I felt as though the weight of the world was crushing me. I was being suffocated, and there was nothing I could do. I walked into the water to Raoul, who was tied up. I waited for my angel to stop me, but he didn't. Raoul tried to comfort me, but I silenced him with a deep long kiss. I stepped away, and never looked back at him. I walked shakily to my angel. He was still angry. His eyes blazed and his throat throbbed like a furnace. Without thinking, I kissed him. It was not like the one I had with Raoul. This was filled with passion. My angel pulled away from me. I whispered, "I choose you, angel." My soul felt connected to his. He looked me in the eyes. "Erik. My name is Erik." "Erik," I whispered. He left me to untie Raoul. I looked at Raoul. He was filled with such hurt. His eyes told me all. The thing I failed to miss though, was the glimmer of hate.