Christine tried with all her might to adapt to her new home and her new role as the phantoms lover but something felt different and completely wrong. She would often find herself watching him go about his daily tasks wondering why he had changed so much and there was one thing that stood out the most, why did he not ask her to sing? Surely after years of couching her he would not wish for her to waist her voice and forget about the singing for good, did he? Christine needed to know if her doubts were right "at night he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voi.." the phantom grabbed hold of her arm and lifted her to her feet "why do you sing those words?" he shouted "please, I thought it would be like before when we used to sing together our strange duet, don't you remember?" Christine could not stop the tears from falling as she looked into a stranger eyes "who are you?" the phantom swung his arm and threw Christine to the floor with one swift slap on across her face. "why do you question me?" quickly he realised what he had done "please now I lost my temper and I am deeply sorry but all I long for is your trust and love and it hurts me deep inside when you show disbelief in me" he helped Christine to her feet "monsieur" she sighed "my angel, I do not wish to upset you I am sorry I feel I need to rest for a bit if you will excuse me I will go to my room for a little" the phantom nodded his head "ok my love I will fetch you when supper is ready" Christine smiled and quickly ran up the stairs and into her room. As the door closed, Christine threw herself onto the bed in tears she now knew this was not her angel of music that she resided with but some other person an impostor, her angel would never have been this cruel and bad tempered "Who is the shape in the shadows? Who's is the face in the mask?" she sang to herself quietly not to be heard and with a shaky voice from crying. Christine walked over to the mirror she did not recognise her own face anymore, it was very pale she had lost much weight and of course her face blazed where she had been struck suddenly she was hit with the thought of the previous owners of the farm were they still here somewhere or had he done worse and killed them? With everything in mind Christine now knew she needed to escape from her kidnaper and quickly. Her only escape would be at night fall when the phantom slept, until then she would act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and continue the way she had been.
After supper, as usual they sat in front of the fire place reading and after what seemed like a lifetime to Christine the phantom suggested they call it a night. Christine kept her clothes on and jumped under the covers where she waited for an hour to make sure he was asleep. After the hour passed she made her way to the door trying to avoid any creeks on the floor boards and opened the door. Stepping out into the corridor she could see the door to the phantoms room was open but she knew he slept as his snoring was extremely loud, but something caught her eyes, something the moonlight shone on. There rested on top of his clothes lied the mask, now Christine knew her number one task was to escape but she needed to know who had deceived her so well. Slowly she walked in to the phantoms room as she approached the bed she noticed the sheet had been pulled up and over his head making it impossible to see his face without moving it. This was not enough to deter Christine, quietly she reached over and slowly pulled the sheet down Christine was filled with utter shock as she saw Christian's face appear before her. she was so shocked she could not stop herself from saying "NO!" realising her mistake she covered her mouth with her hand stopping herself from speaking again but it was too late he had heard her and woke up "Christine what are you doing in here?". Without a thought she turned and ran as quick as she could down the stairs and out the front door
