Christine's POV
"You love me!" He screamed as he hit me once more. My face was bruised and bleeding, there was a giant cut from my ear to almost my nose, and the stitches on my side had ripped open. With every wrong answer, Raoul beat me even more.
"Fine Raoul, I love you, are you happy. Do you want my to lie to you!" I yelled as I closed my eyes waiting for him to hit me again but he didn't. Raoul quietly got off me and left.
Before he shut the door, he turned back and said, "Well then, I guess I'm in no need of you anymore." Then he shut the door.
His vague comment scared me. Raoul didn't need me, did that mean he was going to kill me? In the darkness, I sat and cried. I cried and cried for hours until a small ray of sunlight crawled its way through the bars.
It wasn't until, what I guess was noon, that Raoul showed himself. The door opened and Raoul walked in. He had a bowl of soup in his hand, which he promptly set on the floor before silently leaving. His silence scared me more than his threats, more than the punches he threw and even more than his knife. I know Raoul, or perhaps knew him, for I have never seen this Raoul before, and I know that when he is completely silent that the anger has taken control of him. And when alcohol gets involved, all hell breaks loose.
After he had left, I sat for a while staring at the soup. My stomach urged me to eat, having not eaten for three days. However, my head knew better. Raoul wanted me dead so taking food that could probably be poisoned was not a good idea. The soup sat and cooled but I still didn't eat it. At some point during the day, I passed out. Most likely from dehydration; I had gotten some water but in a most disgusting way. At one part of the ceiling, it was dripping water, and, since Raoul showed no sign of ever offering me some, I had to take drastic measures. Anyway, when I woke up I was so weak I couldn't move. My body was deprived of food and water. I looked over to the soup, thinking it might be my last option, and found Raoul sitting there and angry expression on his face.
"Good morning my dear," he grumbled as he stood up and I saw a glimmer of a knife in his hand.
"Raoul," I mumbled. Abruptly I was thrown to the ground; I rolled over the concrete floor a few times before stopping. Gasping for breathe, I looked around and found the room spinning. IT took all the strength left in my body to prop myself up. But it was all in vain, for Raoul just pushed me back down. After he smacked me across the face, Raoul grabbed my hair and yanked, making me kneel as he place the knife on my neck.
"I loved you!" He screamed and I could hear the emotion in his voice.
`"No Raoul, you never loved me, you loved me for my money. You didn't even recognize me until I sang!" I screamed as strongly as I could. With this, Raoul put more pressure to the knife pushing the blade harder against my neck.
