4 Weeks Later

Raoul paced in his parlor after being informed of another day with no sign of Christine dead or alive according to his own private investigator. Raoul instantly felt regret for burning the ransom note during his drunken rage. He knew he couldn't go to the police and inform them of his destroying of evidence or he would be sitting in jail at this very moment. He couldn't even remember what most of the letter said along with forgetting the location that the kidnapper wanted the money to be taken to. His only solution was to hire his own private investigator to search for Christine. Philippe tried joking around with Raoul to help improve his mood. "Little brother perhaps your damsel is not in distress and has simply ran away with the circus. It really wouldn't be that big of a surprise looking at her background. There are plenty of more suitable women with reputable family names along with wealth and business offers. I believe that her running away is simply a blessing in disguise." Raoul rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but to wonder if it was true. It was almost more believable that she was alive since her remains hadn't been found if she were dead..Raoul shuddered at the thought. Yet another voice was in the back of his mind...what if this was just an elaborate hoax between her and the monster to run away and never return. It would also explain if the "ransom" letter was a hoax to get money out of him further supporting their eloping. His mind was too full with too many emotions to think straight. He needed to get out of here and get some fresh air and perhaps a stiff drink. He grabbed his heavy cloak and covered his head before treading outside. "Of course its raining", he sighed as he made his way to the barn to retrieve his horse.

"Uhh, mmmh yesss almost there girl. You like that don't you? Tell me you like it!" Christine bit her lip as she wrapped her legs tighter around the man and nodded against him. She hated when they grinded into her relentlessly. It was as if bringing a prostitute to orgasm somehow inflated their ego. He pulled her short hair yanking her head back bringing her to gasp. "I want you to tell me how good I make you feel, whore." He leaned down and sucked on her nipples hard as his pelvis rubbed against her clit. "Oh yes, you are so big and so hard. You make this pussy pour like a fountain monsieur." The man chuckled against her face. Christine could smell the whiskey on his breath and it made her nearly vomit. A few more thrusts and the man pulled out and released himself on her stomach and legs. If Christine had to give the Devil any credit, he at least made sure his clients understood not to release inside his girls because a pregnant girl didn't bring as much coin to him. Christine immediately grabbed a towel and began cleaning herself. She was thankful for not having her own orgasm, but at the same time was on the verge of it so she felt frustrated. She hated her body and way it responded physically without permission from her mind! The man pulled up his pants and didn't give her another glance before leaving the room.

Seraphin came in as soon as the man left while Christine was naked and cleaning herself off. "Alright where's my money?" Christine pointed over to the small table next to the bed with a bag of coins. Seraphin greedily grabbed it and counted it then throwing her 1/4 of her earning. Christine turned to get off the bed to get dressed when Seraphin placed his hand on her breasts gently pushing her back to lay down. "No no not so fast...I should inspect you...to make sure he didn't release himself inside your sweet cunt." Christine sighed and spread her legs wide for him. He didn't always inspect his girls, but it's not like they could refuse when he wanted to. He was theirs after all. Christine knew it was pointless to run. He brought them together to the same pub though different pubs in Paris and surrounding towns. He would check on them in the middle of sex sessions to make sure they didn't try to escape as well as inform the pub owner to make sure they didn't leave the pub without him. He gently stroked her cunt pushing a finger inside. Christine winced; she didn't want to cum. She did so good and now it was like Seraphin knew she didn't and was going to force her into it. "Ah you're so wet, but is it with your own juices or of my client's?" He stuck in another finger and began rolling her clit with his thumb. Christine covered her eyes with her hands and started to breathe heavily. "Please Seraphin, I promise he didn't. You saw me clean myself up just as he left." He thrusted his fingers in her harder and circled her clit faster. "You know I only want to be 100% certain so that we keep you safe. You know I want to keep you safe don't you? That's why I check on you to make sure the client isn't hurting you or trying to be selfish and releasing their cum in you. I'm doing this to protect you then I give you financial support. You see that I care about you right, Christine?" Christine nodded as if she had a choice as she bit her lip starting to squirm. As shitty as her situation was, she was earning money even if it as barely anything and she wasn't dead. He scooted closer to her and began roughly grabbing her large breasts. He squeezed them and gave small slaps to her nipples bring them to hard points while he fingered her cunt relentlessly stroking her clit. Christine moaned as her legs began to shake. Seraphin grabbed a nipple and pulled it as far as it could go then twisting it making her cry out before letting it go and watching her breasts jiggle. Watching her come undone was making his cock so hard. He let go of her and Christine gasped in relief expecting he was done torturing her. He brought his fingers up to his nose and inhaled deeply before licking them. Yes it is only your sweet cunt juice. He pulled down his pants enough to pull out his hard cock. He started stroking it fast. "Play with your tits and rub your pussy, Christine." She did as she was told, but kept her eyes closed. She tried to think of being somewhere else and with someone she felt safe with. She thought of Erik being in her bed at her small apartment with the fire roaring. He would be giving her gentle touches to her nipples and strokes to her pussy as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Suddenly she let out a loud moan and felt herself come undone just as Seraphin released all over her. "Well looks like you better do more than wipe yourself off if you don't want to smell like cum the rest of the night." He tucked back in his cock and left the room. Christine would feel disgusted with herself, but she was growing numb to it. She had to find her mental escapes when she could in order to keep her sanity.

Erik walked into a dirty hole in the wall pub just outside of Paris. He'd come across many pubs with prostitutes and he knew it was likely that Christine could of been forced into a similar situation. He prayed that she wasn't being drugged in the process or maybe it would be a mental release for her. He kept his hood low and eyed the people inside. He saw a few women sitting on the laps of men shoving their cleavage in the men's faces laughing at their jokes. He spotted a man sitting at a table by himself with golden hair peaking out of his hood. Erik knew that stature immediately and slowly made his way to the table sitting at it. The golden haired boy looked up with surprise then anger. "What are YOU doing here?" Erik smirked keeping solid eye contact. "I'm actually looking for Her unlike you. You sit here and get yourself into another drunken stupor. Haven't you learned that alcohol is not going to bring her home?" Raoul sneered at Erik before finishing his drink in one chug and slamming it on the table. "Need I remind you that it is YOUR fault that she ran away in the first place? I have eyes and ears in more places than you know. That's what money and reputation can get for you. You're lucky I don't turn you into the police for possible kidnapping!" Erik lost his eye contact then and skimmed around the room. "Believe me. I will search for her until my dying day. I will never give up on her." Raoul sat back giving out a small guffaw. "Tell me phantom what will you do with yourself once she walks down the aisle and takes my last name? I promise you if you try to interfere with my marriage, I will kill you." Erik simply rolled his eyes. "Find her first then I may consider your measly death threats." Raoul opened his mouth to retort again when Erik raised his hand to hush him. "Oh my God, slowly look over your shoulder. Its her. My God its her." Christine walked over to a man sitting at a bar alone and began playing with his coat smiling and flirting looking for her next client knowing Seraphin's eyes were always on her. The man eyed her up and down and stroked her neck before gliding his finger tips down to her cleavage. Christine giggled pushing her breasts further towards the man who seemed to enjoy himself rubbing with tops of her breasts. Raoul turned fast and went to give up from his chair when Erik grabbed his arm to make him stay sitting. "You Fool! You will get us all killed if you expose her. Her hair has been cut, but I know its her. We're going to have to play this smart if we intend to get us all out of here alive." Raoul's face turned serious and gave a stiff nod as he leaned in to discuss a plan. Erik's heart was pounding as his mind raced. He wanted nothing more than to cut off the man's fingers who was playing with Christine's breasts. He was going to get her out of hell hole no matter what it took.