When they arrived at his house he led her to the room she would be staying in, he opened the door for her and bowed her in. "Please Mademoiselle, make yourself comfortable… I will return in a moment." He whispered. As he closed the door he noticed how fast his heart was beating. As he tried to control his heavy breathing he thought about the girl on the other side of the door, who unknown to him, was doing the very same thing. His palms were sweaty, but deciding to keep his promise to her he went down the stairs and got a bowl of water, some aloe, and a rag to heal what reminded him of the fair. The very fair Madame Giry rescued him from, just seeing the wounds on her flesh hurt, not just from memories, he actually felt bad for her. He found himself wiping away tears. He walked up to the room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." She replied.

He opened the door. "Please sit." He said as he pulled out a chair, his voice no more then a whisper.

"Thank you monsieur." She replied taking the seat.

"Please. The marks…" He started.

"Oh of course." She replied.

He started to undo her ragged corset only so he could see where she was hit; he was interrupted when he heard her gasp, in pain though. He frowned but because he didn't know what to say decided to pretend not to hear it, even though deep down it tormented his very soul. "So was being beaten a social thing? Or was it a once or twice time thing?" He asked.

"Social." She replied.

"I figured." He groaned. He could see the scars from knives, whips, and even a gun, she was definitely shot in the arm, as he went to clean up her lower back she gasped in pain.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked instantly.

"I don't think it was your fault…." She ended it at that.

Erik inspected her back, it was as he feared. A sewing needle was shoved deep into the skin of her spine, somebody wanted to make it so she couldn't walk. He inspected more of her back and found them all along her spine, he lifted up her hair and found them going into her skull, scratch that, whoever did this wanted her dead. "Who did this to you?" He asked her.

"My…. Father." She whispered her voice breaking.

"I'm going to have to get rid of them." He growled, he was angry that her family put her through this. He had ran away and been captured, and his father had loved him, but she was hated, by her whole family, what could she have done to deserve this, he promised himself they would die.

"What?" She asked surprised.

"The needles." He said smoothly, he really meant her family.

"Oh." She sighed.

"This is going to hurt… a lot.." He warned her, then an idea came to mind, he got ice and numbed her back, neck, and head. Then slowly, he pulled all the needles out. "You're tougher then I thought, not even a wince." He muttered

"You did numb it." She whispered.

"Who whipped you?" He asked.

"My sister… my brother held me down."

"Really… and your ears what happened to them?"

"My brother stuck a pocket knife through them and said that they were now 'officially pierced by royalty'."

Erik found this sickening.