Author's Note:
Hello again glad to see I didn't scare you off *cough* yet *cough*. Sorry for the spelling and/or grammer mistakes, I've yet to find a beta. I also didn't realize how short that last chapter was, I'll try and make this one longer. Please PM me with Beta offers.
And thank you PhantomFan01 my first ever reviewer.
So without further delay, on with torturing Chris- I mean on the story!
When Christine opened her eyes, her surroundings were dark and hazy. Her body was sore and her the back of her head was throbbing. When she tried to move, it was discovered that the trunk of her body was pressed down. Her arms were free as was her legs, although something rested between them.
And then she felt a hot breath caressing down the back of her neck. She had to crane her neck only to be able to see out of the corner of her eye. In the very dim light Chistine saw a distroyed face buried in a mass of her curls and asleep.
The young woman had to fight herself from shaking, so to not wake him. With small hope, she tried to shift herself out from underneath the Phantom. Christine barely moved an inch, before he drew in a sharp breath and grunted. She became dead still, hoping he would go back to sleep, but to no avail.
"Please think I'm still sleeping," she whimpered in her mind, trying to relax her body.
"You are not going anywhere, dear," he whispered lazily while kissing her neck. Tears began prickling her eyes when he began shifting. "But seeing as you're up," Erik never continued, just postioned himself before his prisoner's breasts and began lapping at them. What started off as light licking lead to him taking as much of her mounds into his mouth and sucking hard.
Christine couldn't help but squirm at her discomfort. To put a stop to her movement, Erik slid his hand under her back and arched it towards his eagar tongue. Her heavy breathing aroused him.
Before long he released her swollen nipple with a pop that made Miss Daae shudder in revulsion. As he started on the other, the first breast was kneaded by his free hand. After what seemed liked hours, Erik finally creased and nodded off in between her moist breasts.
Christine, once certain the Opera Ghost was sleeping, cried herself to sleep - silently as possible.
The next morning, Christine awoke feeling like a weight had been lifted - literally. Feeling a bit cold, the prisioner tried to reach for the blankets resting at her hips, but found the simple task impossible. She opened her eyes in panic when she realized her hands were bound. The first thing she noticed was that she was on the opposite end of the bed, her hands chained above her, to the peacock's head.
Next, she saw the Phantom of the Opera wearing nothing, but a pair of black trouses and in the process of putting on a shirt. Immediately she gasped and turned away, not ready to see him in such fashion.
"Ah finally, you are wake," he began to approach her, his eyes raking over her, hungerly. "Honestly, Christine, I never thought of you as such a heavy sleeper. Not that I'm complaining," there was nothing, but amusement in his tone. She made no move, the only thing he could see was the small of her back and her cascading curls. "Christine, look at me." Nothing. Erik sighed in annoyance,"Christine don't you think, at this point, that it is useless to disobey me - or dpo you think it benefitcial?" there was only threat on that last word.
Mlle. Daae drew in a deep breath, before revealing her desperate and pleading eyes, but he ignored that. In those few moments of silence Christine noticed he had made no effort concerning his wig and mask, probably to spite her.
"I think its time I tell you what will happen from now on." The Phantom's face twisted into a evil and menacing look...
Wow. I promised myself I'd post this chapter as soon as I got any reviews. More horrors next time on...
Angel's Vengeance!
