Author's note: About the name, Diodore is Diodorus in French (also spelled Dionysus)

I wanted to get across how much Denise, (yes in the beginning it was Denise unless I typoed) has changed. The phantom is a hard core character living in a hardcore, boundless world. Denise is turning into a pretty hardcore girl herself, and is beginning to have more things in common with him then before.

Erik. The man has conveyed me into some kind of blood ravenous monster. He is constantly meddling with my emotions and I travel from one emotional high to the next. Sometimes I will even give in to his powers on my own will, but afterwards I feel sick with myself. I can only stand and watch as he kills all that I am and rapes me of my innocence. My pure soul is now stained with his bloodthirsty desires.

I'm locked in the prison of his fate.

…and yet, I've never known a soul that surprises me more. One moment he'll be yelling at me and then all of a sudden he'll be silent. Though he rarely shows his sweet side, the few minutes he does are worth more then I can offer. He has the power to make you feel you're the most important human being on the entire planet, and he can crush every desire and dream you've ever fabricated. Every time I believe he is the most amazing man that has ever lived, he crushes my feelings and torments my pain in a flick of an eye.

Now that I've been introduced to lust, I can never receive my fill.

He's always on my mind. All I ever do is have dark fantasies of him. I can't control it any more and it sickens me. Every word his deep, sensual voice mutters turns into another one of my distorted desires. Whenever he is near my senses fail me and I no longer judge the world as I normally would. I turn into a defenseless puddle of goo at his will, and right or wrong seems to dwell from my mind.

My heart secretly yearns for his touch. I crave for his bittersweet poison. After all, now that I've had a taste I want to experience it to the full. I want to feel his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body. Each time the fantasy becomes more detailed and more appalling. God what's happened to me?

I truly was a child. I had been more sheltered from the world then I would have ever admitted. Now that I've been introduced to Erik's enchanting world of feeling and darkness I've reached adulthood. There is no going back now.

"What is it?" Erik asked, noticing the way I was clutching the side of my head. For quite some time I had been suffering terrible headaches.

"It's nothing, just a headache is all," I answered, wishing that we could talk about something else.

"If you're receiving headaches in the very spot you hit your head, it can be." He answered in a slightly fearful matter.

I tried to convince him that it was nothing to worry about while also trying to convince myself. Day by day the headaches grew worse until it reached the point were I could no longer receive any teachings from Erik and had to spend all day in bed. The pressure was so violent it felt as if my head was trying to explode. My entire head, from the top of my skull, to the point of my chin throbbed like mad. Erik even allowed me to scream and cry as much as I wished.

"Diodore," I managed to gasp in despair. Sweat was nearly evaporating off of my body and my arms and legs were beginning to shake.

Erik placed a cold hand on my forehead. "My God you're burning up," he said, his worry causing his voice to lower.

"The.. The roo.. rr room is s s so ccold," I managed to gasp. Warm tears began to flow down my throbbing face.

What happened next, I do not know. I recall him placing a damp cloth on my forehead and grabbing my hand, but the details were a bit hazy. The one thing I never allowed myself to forget was when he laid next to me in bed and wrapped his arms around my body. I weakly pulled my body close enough so that I could feel his chest upon mine. I'm not sure if it was my imagination, or if I was delirious, but I believe I felt his tears on my cheek. By then I was already fading, and the room had begun spinning. I fell into darkness before I could even hear him screaming my name.

Where am I? Everything is so dark.

Better yet who am I?

"Who's touching me?" I asked, feeling a large pair of masculine hands around my waist. I let out a huge scream and jumped from the person's grasp.

"Who are you?" I yelled, beginning to walk backwards. "Damn, where is a candle? Why is it so dark?" I asked myself.

"Denise?" a concerned and frightened voice called.

"What, who's Denise?" I yelled. Better yet, who am I? I let myself fall on the floor and began to cry bitterly.

I feel so confused.

"Denise," the man called once again, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

I quickly pushed his hand off and began to crawl backwards. "Don't touch me!" I screamed. What had I done? Had I slept with this man?

"Are you trying to rape me? Is that it?" I yelled.

No reply came, only the faint sounds of him sniffing and sucking in air. Had I caused him to cry?

"I... I'm sorry," I choked, beginning to cry myself. "I don't know what's wrong with me."