Chapter Two: Pleading Eyes
Suddenly, all her courage was drained. She knew who was at the other end of the rope. 'How did I get myself into this? Why did I even care if the Phantom was killed or not? Now I was going to die!' She tried to kick him but succeeded in getting the rope tightened even more around her neck. While she was kicking, the mask that had been in her pocket fell to the floor with a racket.
He noticed his mask and became even more angered. "You little thief! What made you think that you could steel from me?" Out of anger he tightened the rope even more. Her struggling increased and soon stopped when her body fell limp from lack of oxygen. He threw her to the floor and went to pick up his mask which made him become the Phantom of the Opera once again. He looked back down at the girl who had come looking for him. 'Foolish girl,' he thought. 'Did she think that she could come into my home and get away with it? Well, she thought wrong. Now she will pay for her intrusion.' He knelt down beside the unconscious girl and took the rope back into his hand. He slowly started to pull the rope tighter around her neck knowing she would not struggle this time so it would be a quick task. She started to choke from lack of oxygen. He kept on pulling tighter and tighter. Her breathing started to slow down so he knew she was near death. Suddenly, to his surprise, her eyes opened. His grip loosened slightly from shock. She stared at him with pleading eyes as if begging him not to kill her. As quickly as her eyes had opened, they shut.
He started to pull tighter on the rope but then quickly loosened it all the way. He couldn't kill her, even though he knew he should. He was sure that she would give away his hiding spot and he would soon be found. 'But those eyes. They were begging me not to let her die. After they asked so much I knew I couldn't kill her. I've killed so many so this shouldn't have been any different but there was something about this girl that made me feel guilt for even trying to kill such a beauty.' He put away the lasso and picked up the unconscious girl and carried her in the opposite direction of his lair. He led them down many tunnels until he came to a room. He went inside and placed her down on the floor and quickly bolted the door. She would live…for now. He had to find out why she had come looking for him before he did anything more. He tied the girls' feet and wrists and leaned her against the wall. He waited for her to wake up.