Christine's POV
"Erik, Erik," I cried staring blankly at the floor.
"Would you shut up," Raoul yelled as he yanked the rope, which he had tied around my hands to keep me from getting away. He pulled me close to him our faces almost touching. I looked into his blue eyes, the calm ocean in which used to make me melt, had become a rough grey storm, the water waiting for me to fall in and drown.
"You killed him!" I spat
"Oh calm down your precious Erik isn't dead. The gun is filled with blanks. I wanted him to suffer, to drive him mad, knowing that he had lost you."
"I hate you," I screamed as I spit in his face.
He brought his hand back to hit me again, but he stopped as he realized the carriage had stopped moving. A wicked smile appeared on his face. It was terrifyingly quiet as he sat there with that smile on his face before he spoke. "Welcome to living hell Miss DaaƩ," He opened the door and I saw what he meant. The building had bared windows, no yard, no colors, and in craved into the front was the word prison. I gulped as he yanked me out.
When we entered the building, we took many twists and turns before he stopped I front of a huge metal door. Quickly he fished through his pockets and pulled out some keys then unlocked the door. It slowly opened and I saw that "living hell" wasn't the building, no, it was this. It was a prison cell; there is no better way to describe it. There was a cot, a faucet, and a toilet, that was it. The room was cold, all stone, and no light.
"Welcome to your suite Madame," he sneered pushing me in. "I hope you enjoy your stay." He smiled as he slammed the door.
"No Raoul!" I screamed then I realized he still had the rope to which my hands were tied. He must have slipped it through the gate at the bottom of the door. As the echoes of his footstep became softer and softer, the rope became tighter. I pulled back trying to hold my ground, but then the rope was yanked, pulling me forward. My head hit the metal door, and I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was laying on the cot. My head was pounding, and one eye was swollen shut. The rope to which had bound my hands was gone. "Erik," I moaned as I tenderly touched my eye, and felt the blood that had dried. The cut on my side burned and I looked at it and found it to be a bright red color. Even though I was in so much pain, I was glad that Erik was alive. I smiled when I thought about what he would do to Raoul when he found me. However, my smile faded away when the door opened and there, stood Raoul, with a knife in his hand.
"Hello my dear," he smiled as he shut the door behind him.
"What, what are you doing with that?" I gasped backing up on the cot.
"Oh don't worry; we are just about to begin breaking the spell." He sat on the cot next to me. We sat in silence before Raoul quickly pushed me down on the cot and got on top of me. He held the knife in front of my face as he screamed, "Who do you love!" I stayed silent and he brought the knife closer. "Who do you love!"
"Erik!" I yelled back, although I knew the price of my choice. I had told Erik I would fight us.
"Wrong answer!" He yelled as he placed the knife under my ear.
I screamed as he ran the knife across my cheek.
