Author´s note: If you still believe this story would somehow turn into a happyE/M romance, better don´t read this chapter. Oh, and for the title: You have to read it together with the title of chapter 9.
13) …is turning me to sin
Erik was already there when Meg came into the room about an hour after leaving the stage. She had used the time to regain her composure and change her clothes. Now she was wearing a long dress in a pale pink colour. She only hoped Erik would like it. After all the negative things that had happened today she wouldn´t be surprised if he said she looked like a piglet.
He watched her entering, noticing the advantage of her clothes at once: The dress could be opened easily by undoing a few buttons at the front. This would be very useful. Tonight he would satisfy his needs with Meg and return to admiring Christine afterwards. But he didn´t want to think about her now. He didn´t want to think at all. His mind went numb, and his body took over. This was something he had had lots of practice in lately, especially in the hours at night when he had done forbidden things. The time for punishment would come later; it had always come. But now was now.
Without even greeting her Erik wrapped his arms around Meg´s waist and kissed her passionately. She was shocked by his directness, yet after a few seconds she was overcome by emotions and returned the kiss. By now his lips seemed almost familiar, but the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his tongue running over and under hers was still exciting.
Meg was a little disappointed as his lips left her mouth. A moment later, however, she realised that his gaze had wandered down, and his hands opened button after button of her dress. Even though she wore a corset underneath, her figure could be seen quite clearly. She knew he had watched her undress before, but now nudity would inevitably lead to something else, and this scared her. So she seized his wrists to make him stop.
Erik´s voice sounded annoyed as he asked: "Why are you doing that?". Without the slightest effort he freed his hands. "Could we perhaps… wait a little? I don´t know whether you… but you know that I´ve never… I think we should get to know each other better first.", she stuttered incoherently. Little she saw that Erik was no longer in control of himself. In his opinion her constant talking had ruined everything last time. If she hadn´t used his name…! But this would not happen again; he would make sure of it.
"Do you know what your problem is? You cannot be quiet for one second. But I´ll help you with it.", he muttered. Quickly he pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth roughly. "This time I´ll finish what I´ve begun." He ignored how full of fear Meg´s eyes were as she found herself unable to speak. But then, he hadn´t seen the love which had been in them earlier either. He picked up her struggling body and threw her onto the sofa, tearing her dress without further ado.
Meg fought against Erik, yet he was pressing her down with his weight. She couldn´t understand why this was happening. She would have been willing to give him what he wanted, only not just now. "If I were you, I´d stop struggling, or I´ll have to tie you up.", he told her. "I know knots that become tighter every time you move. And you don´t want that anything happens to these lovely wrists, do you?" She shook her head frantically and ended every unnecessary movement. Feeling the growing bulge in his trousers she realised this would be painful for her anyway.
"That´s my girl.", Erik commented coldly, already fingering the laces of her corset. For a few moments Meg was hoping against hope that he wouldn´t find out how to open it. After all, he couldn´t know how this was done, could he? Unfortunately she underestimated Erik. It only took one or two minutes till he had removed the corset and the rest of her underwear, leaving her just as beautiful as she had been on that evening four days ago.
By now only the rapid heaving and lowering of her chest gave away that Meg was still alive. She was paralysed with fear. What if he killed her when he decided he had enough of her? Meg felt sick. This was no longer the Erik she knew. ´The Erik you know?´, a voice in her head asked ironically. ´You haven´t known this man. You only had an image of him on your mind, the image of a friendly and loving man. The real Erik has never treated you well.´ But worse that this knowledge was that some tiny part of her was still in love with him.
His hands groped her breasts, pinching the nipples painfully. Then his fingers trailed down her stomach and between her legs, spreading them apart. Meg´s breath grew shallow, and she felt as if she was far away from her body. By the time Erik looked up from opening his trousers she had nearly passed out. Suspecting that she needed more air he removed the handkerchief. She seemed to be too weak for screaming.
Slowly Meg opened her eyes. "Let me go, monsieur… please!", she whispered faintly. There was something in the voice of his victim that made Erik come to his senses again. He stood up from the sofa and stared at her. She was no longer the object of his desires, but a real, living person, who could feel just like he did. How could he ever make up for what he had done to her in these last few days?
"I´m sorry… I´m so sorry…", he said, fully aware how laughable this was. "Can I go?", Meg asked in a small voice, still not daring to move. Hearing her again was enough to drive Erik away. He hurried over to the mirror, grateful that he had left it open slightly. With trembling hands he pushed it till he could fit through. Before Meg even reached for her clothes he was gone.
