Chapter 3
When I awoke much later, I was laying on a bed in a small white
room. The room had no windows nor a door, just a bed and a very
small table with two chairs. Nearly blinded by the room's light
color, I stared at my shoes.
I heard a voice just then, a familiar, deep voice, "Hello, my sweet. I see you have woken from your slumber."
I looked up at a figure wearing all black, yet wearing a white mask that covered half of his face. His fiery eyes could be seen from the two holes in it. I grunted as I sat up, "Erikwhy did you do that to me?? What was the whole deal with the Red Death costume???"
I saw a slight smirk from beyond his mask. "I want you to be here with me. Forever. And Red Death, ah, is that what people are calling it these days? I thought it would have been quite exciting to dress up and attend the ball. Everyone who attends the Opera house goes to the ball, why shouldn't I? I made the place!!" And he stood there, laughing slightly. He stopped, looking at my face full of sorrow, "Please, come with me. I would like to share with you something."
Doing anything to get out of that blinding room, I followed him. Finally he stopped after many turns in his house down hallways and through rooms, and pointed with his white glove at a wall. I looked. It was indeed, Ryan. He looked weary and like he was yelling something, but I couldn't hear him, yet his lips motioned "Steph!"
I looked up at Erik. "What did you do to him??"
He looked back at me with those fiery eyes, "Nothing. He did this to himself. After I took you, he followed and now he is in the Torture Chamber for a punishment."
I raised my hand to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist with a tight grip causing me to scream. "Erik! You're hurting me! Let me go, you bastard!!" He immediately let go, not wanting to hurt me.
"Well, I'll have you know now that he cannot see you, nor hear you. And the more you pound on the wall, the more delirious you make him!" He stated with an evil laugh.
I stopped and I gazed out the wall, looking upon his sad face. "Erikthis is killing me inside, let him out and let him go! Please, I beg of you!"
He shook his head, "No. You have a great choice to make before anything happens." And his hand reached up to his face and he slowly took off his mask. I looked at him for not even a short moment and turned away. It was too horrific to even see once more.
"Erik. Please put the mask back on." And he did. He was a slave to me, a slave of love. A slave that I wanted to set free, because I wanted him no more