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Meg awoke feeling as if there was not enough water in the world to quench her thirst. She opened her eyes and looked around the room she was in. It was a bedroom. That much was obvious, the colors were dark. Memory came flooding back to Meg as she remembered what happened. The Phantom…she thought he'd kill her. He must have drugged her, injected her with something because she had that groggy drug feeling. Why he hadn't killed her, Meg didn't know but she wasn't about to sit around and try and figure it out either.

She gingerly got out of the bed. Her body felt as if she'd slept for hours and was slightly stiff. She was halfway to the door before she realized that she wasn't wearing the dress she'd had on when she arrived. This one was dark also and a bit too large for her but it was comfortable. What alarmed her most was the fact that she hadn't changed her clothes. It must mean the Phantom did it. Meg shivered at the thought.

She walked to the door, turning the handle as quietly as possible. She heard music coming from somewhere. It echoed down the corridors making the room feel alive. Obviously he was playing his music and Meg found herself sucked into the emotions of the song. It was sad, so sad that Meg had to steel herself against the depression that was threatening to overwhelm her. His music was so powerful, it frightened her.

Pushing aside her fears she crept slowly into the area where the Phantom sat playing his music. He was enthralled in his actions, not paying any attention to her as she continued to creep toward her escape. She halfway there when she heard him call her name,

"Meg." He called, in a voice that sounded slightly disappointed. She ignored him and began running.

"Meg." He called louder this time, still playing his music. She was only a few steps short of a boat when he called her name one last time.

"Meg." Then he laughed and got up from the bench and started after her. He was laughing softly and Meg began to worry even more.

He caught up with her easily, as he was not trying to be quiet and traveling much faster than she had.

"Do not put a foot in the boat." The Phantom growled at Meg. Instinctively she did just that and tried to reach the boat. She failed and was pushed into the water as the Phantom tackled her from the side.

Meg gasped for air and struggled to find the surface. It wasn't easy with the Phantom fighting her every move. The world around her began to grow dim once more and she knew she was going to die. The phantom of the Opera would claim yet another victim.

As suddenly as these thoughts entered her mind she was pulled up out of the water and thrown roughly onto the rocks. She coughed and sputtered trying to draw air into her lungs.

"You are a stupid girl." The Phantom spat down at her.

"You're the one keeping me prisoner. It's obvious that I would try and escape. But you didn't have to try to drown me!" Meg yelled, furious that she'd felt close to death two times in as many days.

"I didn't try. If I wanted you dead, rest assured you would be." He told her before he turned and got a towel. He began drying himself off. "Don't try and escape again or I will kill you."

"I'm beginning to think it would be better to be dead than alive down here with you." She told him. She was still too upset to guard her words more carefully.

Something flashed in his eyes, something that looked dark and evil before he said, "If your mother hadn't saved my life, I would never have saved yours." He bent down close to Meg and grabbed her hair in his hands, forcing him to look at her. "I consider that debt paid now. Nothing will save you except your obedience." He threw her away from him.

Meg fell back scraping her elbows on the rough rock floor. She winced at the pain but refused to let him see anymore emotion from her.

"Get up and follow me." He instructed. He led her back to the room she had just left earlier.

"I'm locking you in this time." He pulled a key out of his pocket. "I'll bring you food in a few hours." Then he was gone and Meg felt totally lost and alone. If only she'd refused to do what her mother asked and not returned the mask then she'd never be in this predicament.

"Why didn't you just lock me in the first time?" Meg asked curiously as the Phantom returned hours later with food.

When he ignored her she began talking again, "It's just cruel to let someone think they might possibly escape and then tackle then a step away from the boat." Meg told him and was surprised when the Phantom gave a small mocking grin.

"Isn't it?" He set the tray down in front of her.

"You were just toying with me weren't you? You knew I'd try and escape." Meg was getting angry again.

"Clever of you to figure it out. I thought you might be a smart one." He told her.

"What exactly do you want from me anyway? Are you just going to keep me here forever? People will miss me." She told him. Although as she said it she knew it was a lie. Her mother was so crazy no one would believe her and Christine was too wrapped up in her own life to ever realize Meg was gone.

"Possibly. But I doubt you mean that much to anyone." He told her cruelly.

Meg felt her heart shatter at his words because she knew they were true. She hated him for it. Hated that he could so easily know what was happening in her life. The stress and fatigue were wearing on her and she lashed out in the one way she knew would hurt him the most.

"Christine and Raoul will miss me." She said obstinately and instantly regretted her words.

He stalked around the table and picked her up grabbing her arms roughly, causing the cuts one them to open once again. Meg moaned at the pain.

"Never, ever say mention their names to me again." He said and then squeezed her arms even tighter. "Or it will be the last words you will speak." He yelled at her then pushed her back down into her chair. HE slammed the door as he left and Meg heard the lock turn.

She hadn't realized it would send him that far over the edge and in honesty she didn't care. For once in her life she felt like she had nothing to live for. No friends or real family and she wasn't even allowed to dance anymore. She felt a warmth spreading down her arms and looked at then. The cuts she'd sustained in her earlier escape attempt were now gushing blood. She ripped two strips off her dress and tied them tightly around the wounds. Ignoring the food the Phantom had brought she laid down in bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.

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