Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera.

Happy Halloween! Good job to all who answered cumpulsion! He is hypnotizing her with his eyes! (Not unlike one of my fav vampires, Barnabas Collins!) Now on with the story!

A chill rattled through her as she felt a frigid hand scale its way up her thigh, the other teasing at a place she preferred to keep well hidden. Her hands left her breasts and instead reached out for the man's shirt collar, wrinkling it as her small hands fisted around the fabric. Her hips rolled again without her permission as he parted her folds with his fingers, and then—

Then.

She wasn't sure what she was feeling.

His finger was sliding up inside of her, thin and almost smooth. She wanted to break her stare from the eyes she was trapped on and look, but she couldn't. Her eyes refused to look away. Slowly she felt his finger pull out and then go back in. Back and forth, back and forth, quicker and quicker.

It hurt for a moment, then it seemed easier, slicker, almost as if he had wet his finger—

Oh…

Oh….

She had wet his finger.

She had given up control over the muscles that moved her hips up and down, blinded by the surge of pleasure she was feeling. Her breath hitched as she clutched his shirt tighter. Something had replaced his fingers, something much different. Her heart picked up as a rush of adrenaline hit her. She thrust against him as he began going faster. She moaned as waves of fire washed over her. She moaned and arched to be closer to him as the world began going in and out in front of her eyes. She yelled out, whether it was from pain or pleasure, she wasn't sure as both sensations were overwhelming her at the moment.

Bright lights seemed to flash before her eyes as he continued and there seemed to be four versions of the man moving up and down on top of her, no inside her. Yes, that's where he was. Whichever one he was-

Something was happening.

The walls of her womanhood were clenching, almost as if they were trying to hold him inside, and she felt an intense throbbing that seemed to spread to her whole body. She didn't know how to describe anything. It was like a button had been pushed and then someone had shoved her over the edge of a cliff into an ocean and she was just going along for the ride.

Drowning.

But in a good way.

Then she felt him collapse on top of her several seconds later. She laid there under him, numb. Her bodice was ripped nearly in half and her skirts were high above her waist.

Everything was exposed.

She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks and out of her peripheral could see her breasts quickly rising up and down with every breath.

Before she had time to truly collect her thoughts, the man crawled closer to her and pressed another kiss to her lips.

He broke their gaze first.

It was like clearing through a fog.

There were so many questions running around in her newly rationalized mind that she wanted to ask, but only one question deemed itself important enough to voice at the moment:

"Who are you?"

His kisses slowly moved from her lips to nipping at her neck and she helplessly rolled her head to the side to allow him more room.

"A monster," he rasped.

The nipping turned into a single bite.

Her screams could be heard five cellars above.


To be continued...