Christine is shaken awake. She lets out a small scream not remembering where she was for a second then that familiar feeling of sour dread erupted in her stomach. She's met with the rotten tooth smile of Seraphin. "Today's the day princess! Perhaps your prince charming will rescue you yet and I will have a heavier purse for it." He pulls Christine up roughly by her arm making her stand. He pushes her against the wall tying her hands behind her back. He presses his body against her and Christine tries not to think about her hands being flush against his crotch. He breathes in the smell of her hair and speaks into her ear. "If however you try to pull anything to mess this up for me, it'll be your throat I'll slice. Also if your prince doesn't show up then I have other ways to earn the money I was counting on getting for you." He pushes off of her with a final knot chuckling. He leads her out of the small room and out of the house into the dark night. It truly was dark as there wasn't even moonlight to light their path, but Seraphin seemed to know exactly where they were going. It seemed that she had walked for hours, but mostly due to her lack of strength since she was being fed only scraps the past three days which she couldn't bear to eat much of. Suddenly he wraps a cloth around her eyes so she can't see not that she could to begin with due to the darkness. He pushes her into a shed of sorts. "You will keep quiet. I have gunpowder stored in here and will not hesitate to blow this shed up if you so as much peep a sound. Nod if you understand." Christine grimly nods as she slides to the ground with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. She hears a door shut and suddenly she's left alone.

Erik leaves another pub more drunk and furious than ever. He has been searching every dirty corner of Paris he could find for 3 days. He's reached out contacts who are experts in illegal activities. He looks down on the ground and sees that morning's paper: Christine Daaé fiancé to Raoul de Chagny still missing for 3 days. Erik picks up the paper and skims over it before crumbling it up. The article with Raoul ensuring the people of Paris that the former opera singer is actively being searched for and her abductor will be caught and brought to justice. Erik reaches into his pockets and pulls out a map of Paris crossing out another section of the town he searched thoroughly that day. He knew realistically that she may not even be in Paris or even worse dead. He couldn't think of that now. He had to keep searching. He stuffs the map back into his pocket and walks down the street into the night.

Christine sat in the darkness hoping and praying that her nightmare would soon come to an end. After what seemed like hours, she heard the shed door open and her heart began to pound as though it was going to leap from her chest. The wrap around her eyes was pulled off and to her horror it was Seraphin's face she saw. If there was a devil incarnate it would be this man and the fury written all over his face. "Looks like your prince didn't want to save his princess after all." He grabs her arm roughly as they make their way back to his hide out. Christine couldn't stop the tears from falling. She didn't understand. Was she not worth rescuing? Was it a bluff all along? She couldn't imagine Erik not coming regardless if the money was there or not. He would fight for her tooth and nail. She didn't understand.

Christine noticed she was lead to a different house. It was lived in and didn't look like a dungeon. Seraphin takes her to a bedroom and shuts the door as he quickly makes his way to her. Christine is trembling. She was about to die she just knew it. She was going to die alone without a single person trying to rescue her. Seraphin gently wipes away her tears with his dirty hands. "There there princess looks like I'm your prince in shining armor now. However this prince is still to be paid your debt. I run a business of sorts you see. You're the first one I've taken captive so we're both learning, eh? Most of the women who work for me are addicted to drugs or having to pay their own debts their husbands have left them in or simply are smart enough to know its an easy way to make quick money. However, you must learn who the boss is so I can trust you to be a good girl. You can be a good girl, right Christine?" Christine nods her head unable to make eye contact. "Ah I knew you would be so good at this. However, first we must change your appearance along with your name." He leads her to sit on a stool in front of the fireplace and pulls out a knife. Her hands are still tied behind her back and she secretly hopes he cuts her ties. Instead he cuts something else. She hears the slicing so close to her ear and sees piles and piles of hair falling down her lap. "Ah there you are. All your beautiful locks of hair gone. No one will recognize you now." He runs the tip of his knife around the back of her neck and over her shoulder blades. He grins as he watches her shiver. "See my dear if you are to make me money then you must get used to being touched by a man. Tell me are you a virgin?" Christine slowly shakes her head no without saying a word. Seraphin lets out a boisterous laugh. "Well that makes since why Raoul didn't bring me my money. Why would he pay for a cow he's already obtained milk from?! Hmm but we shall see how sweet your milk does taste." Christine feels the knife run down her back to her ties and he cuts her free. She rubs her arms and wrists as she feels blood begin to rush back in them, but continues to say nothing as she stares at the fire. He stands her up and gently pushes down her thin chemise. He begins to lightly kiss her neck pushing her close to him. She hates how gentle he's being. It would be so much easier if he was rough to her and got it over with, but he was dragging it out proving his dominance and control of the situation. She hated him. He runs his fingers down over her breast and tweaks her nipple as he sucks her neck harder. Christine grips his shirt not sure of what else to do. He smiles into her neck and lowers his head as he takes one nipple in his mouth and drags his fingers down until he reaches her pussy and begins to rub that sensitive spot. "Please", she begs. "Just get it over with please I promise to comply." He laughs and pushes two fingers inside her and starts pumping them. She can't help, but let out a soft moan hating herself and hating the way her body is betraying her. "Oh Christine your mouth does not match what your body tells me and it is only your body that needs to comply." His thumb circles her clit as he continues to pump his fingers in her. He pulls them out and pinches her clit while giving a forceful bite to her hard nipple in his mouth. She lets out a scream as her orgasm hits and he feels her pussy pulsing against his hand. He lets out a laugh as he stands up straight looking at her face with her eyes fiercely shut. "Open your eyes and look at me. Look at the man who kidnapped you and just made you come all over my hand." Christine opens her eyes as she watches him lick his fingers. He moves her to the bed and bends her over. She secretly thanked him so that she would no longer have to make eye contact. He slams his cock into her and starts thrusting fast and hard. Christine bites the blankets refusing to make any sounds. "This is what you have to look forward to while you're under my control. You will take dick after dick bringing me the money and thanking me that I still keep you alive." He finally finishes and pulls back up his pants. "I'll be back tomorrow night for you to start your first shift. Also your name is now Adeline. You will go by no other." He leaves the room locking the door behind him. Christine lets out the cries she's been holding in for so long into the covers beneath her feeling utterly alone.