As Time Goes By…
By Darkness' Domain
Summery
When Christine removes the Phantom's mask everything spirals out of control. And Christine's life is never, ever the same again.
(DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of 'The Phantom of the Opera' none of the characters are mine the story is Gaston Leroux's and Andrew Lloyd Webber's.)
(This story is movie based!)
(AGE DICLAIMER AND WARNINGS)
(This story contains graphic and themes.
If you are under the age of 16 do
NOT view!
This story contains rape
in the OPENING chapter.
VIEW DISCRETION IS ADVISED!)
(Main character ages)
Christine-16
Erik-37
Raoul-20
Meg-18
Madame Giry-45
Part One
Christine
Christine woke up slowly. It had a very exciting night. Last night she had learned the truth that her angel was actually just a man. But it didn't hurt her as badly as she thought it would. In fact, it seemed to make more sense now that she thought about it. Christine heard a music box and she looked up to see a monkey playing the symbols. Christine sat up and pulled the lever for the curtain, which rose up. Christine stood up slowly and looked around the room.
It was a very beautiful. She felt something beneath her feet and realized it was a fur rug. She began to slowly walk around the room until she came to the opening of the bedroom. She heard music playing and she turned to see her angel sitting at an organ playing. He turned to see her standing there and the two just starred at each other for a few moments before he looked away.
Christine couldn't believe where she was. It was such a beautiful place with such beautiful music.
He might not have been a real angel, but he was still her angel of music. He still taught her how to sing and how to be a young lady and he protected her ever since she was seven years old. Christine began to walk toward him as he played. He seemed to be caught in the moment of his playing. When Christine reached him she touched his shoulder almost hesitantly. He stopped playing and turned and looked at her. Her hand went to his mask but he stopped her. "Don't touch the mask," he said to her sternly before turning back to his music. "What is your name?" she asked, speaking for the first time since she came here.
"Erik," he answered her.
Christine didn't understand why he would wear a mask. He was the most handsome man she had ever met, or seen, in her entire life. Why would a man like him want to hide from everyone?
And he was so brilliant too! He was genius when it came to music. His music sounded flawless. Christine couldn't see anything wrong with him.
And soon, Christine's curiosity got the better of her. She moved in closer and touched Erik's shoulder once more. He stopped playing for a moment, not turning to look at her. Then, quickly, she pushed his mask from his face. In a flash, Erik jumped from his seat, knocking the piano bench over. He pushing Christine to the ground and Christine was sure she would have a few bruises tomorrow.
But she was more terrified then worried about bruises. "You little bitch!" Erik bellowed at her. Christine found out quickly what an awful temper Erik held. Christine scrambled to her feet and ran down the steps and into the water. She found that the gate was locked and she couldn't get it open. She heard splashing and when she looked behind her she saw an angered and cursing Erik striding toward her.
He had replaced his mask before coming toward her. Even though the mask was expressionless she could almost see the anger upon its face. When Erik reached her he turned her around and pressed her chest against the grate. She whimpered in pain. "So, you wanted to see the monster, did you?" he bellowed at her. Christine shook her head.
"Please, I'm sorry, I didn't know." She cried out. Erik laughed evilly. "Well, now you do. And now that you know you shall remain in this hell forever and you shall be no one else's but mine!" he yelled at her.
What happened next shocked and scared Christine more than she already was. Erik began lifting her small lace skirt up pass her hips, and since it was wet from the water it stuck to her skin. She let out a yelp when she felt Erik's hand cupping her between her legs. "What are you doing? Stop, please." Christine whimpered as Erik grasped her underwear and ripped it from her body. "You brought this on yourself, Christine. It's time you learned what the real world is like." He whispered harshly into her ear before biting her neck harshly.
Christine whimpered in pain as he marked her as his. Erik reached around her front and groped her breasts harshly and he pinched her small nipples and she hissed in pain. Erik spread Christine's legs even further and reached his hand up her between her legs. She held tighter to the grate's bars when she two of Erik's fingers move inside of her. Erik began thrusting them in and out of her body roughly.
When he removed them Christine thought he would leave her alone but he didn't. Instead, Erik pulled her back harder against him and lifted her feet off of the ground and carried her back to the shore. When he reached the shore he threw her to ground and climbed on top of her. They were still partly in the water and the water moved against their feet.
Erik pushed the rest of Christine's lace skirt up pass her hips. Christine pressed her legs tightly together. She might not have ever had sex but she knew what it was and how it happened and she did not want it to happen. "Open them, Christine." Erik ordered. But Christine only shook her head no. Erik leaned forward until his face was only inches from her face. "Have it your way." He whispered to her.
The next thing Christine knew was his hand was wedged between her thighs and he ripped her legs apart. Christine whimpered in pain again. Erik thrust one knee between her legs and held them apart. Christine's hands went to his chest and began to try and push him away from her but he grasped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. "Please… please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I will never touch it again." She promised and she meant it but Erik only laughed darkly at her.
"I know you won't do it again, Christine, because I'm going to make sure you don't. You see, since you are going to stay down here with me I have decided that every time you do something displeases me, this is what you shall receive as your punishment." He told her.
Then Erik leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Christine tried to keep her mouth closed. But when Erik pinched her nipple again she gasped in pain and when she did so he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Christine felt his tongue inside her mouth and it was a strange feeling. When Erik found her tongue he sucked on it and brought it into his mouth. Christine wanted him to stop but he wouldn't stop. Christine then did the only thing she could. Christine bit Erik's lower lip. He pulled back from her and she expected to be hit but he didn't. Instead he began kissing her neck and biting so hard that there would marks.
As Erik kissed her neck he raised her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so she couldn't move them. Erik moved hard against her and her heard cry out.
Christine cried out when she felt something hard poking her in the belly. She realized quickly it was coming from Erik. She bravely looked between them and saw a rather large bulge between Erik's legs. Christine then tried to get away even more when she realized what it was and what Erik was planning on doing to her with it.
Erik's hand moved between her legs once more and pushed two fingers back inside of her and managed to make her a little wet for him. Erik couldn't wait any longer. He finally unbuttoned his pants and extracted his hard cock from his pants and nudged himself even further between Christine's legs. Christine gasped when she felt his hard penis rubbing against her virginal vagina. "No… please." She begged one last time but to no avail.
Erik slowly and painfully began to drive his cock into her warm and tight depths.
Christine's legs tightened around his waist when she felt the head inside of her. "Please…" she pleaded. But Erik wasn't listening. Finally, he decided to just fuck her.
With one hard thrust he was deep inside her warm, tightness. Erik groaned as he started to thrust hard into her. Christine screamed in pain when she felt him enter her the first time.
It was the worst pain she had ever experienced in her entire life. She felt like her insides were stretching. The pain stung and burned and Erik didn't seem to hear her protests and screams for him stop what he was doing. The pain didn't appear to being going away any time soon as well and Christine thought she had heard that when a woman loses her virginity it hurts but the pain is supposed to go away.
But instead of going away the pain just seemed to increase as Erik continued raping her.
Christine just wanted him to stop. Her tears spilled down her cheeks and onto the floor. Why had she taken his mask off? If she had just left it alone then she wouldn't be getting raped and by her angel. Why would he want to hurt her in such a way?
She knew she had displeased him but was raping her really the answer to make him feel better? It was hurting her and Erik (as the angel) had once said he would never do anything to hurt her but he would protect her from anyone who tried to hurt her.
Christine felt like her heart was breaking. She had lost her angel, her father figure and most of all her best friend. No matter what she would never forgive him.
As Erik drew closer to his climax he pulled Christine's head back and began kissing, biting and sucking on her neck once more. He had released her hands a while ago when he had first entered her because he knew she was too weak to get free from him. He felt her hands at his arms holding onto him. He kissed his way to her face and kissed her lips forcefully. Christine tried to get away from his lips but he held her in place.
Then, what seemed like an eternity Erik thrust into her aching and bleeding body once more and spilled his hot seed into her body. When Erik pulled out of her Christine was still crying and whimpering in pain. Erik sat back and buttoned his pants. He reached down and picked Christine up and carried her to his bedroom and laid her down the bed.
Christine winced in pain when he set her down. The pain between her legs so awful, it burned and hurt terribly. She just wanted to curl up in a little ball and be left alone from the world forever and ever. Erik left her in the bed for a few minutes and left. When he returned he had a wet towel in his hand and bowl of warm water in the other.
He sat down next to her and began cleaning her body. Christine tried to get away from him several times but he kept her still with threats of hurting her again. When Erik finished cleaning her he took her clothes and let her sleep. When she woke up she found new clothes waiting for her. Christine tried to sleep some more but she would only have nightmares of him raping her, but only in her dreams it was much more graphic and violent and in her dreams people were watching and laughing.
But Christine knew she had to sleep no matter how horrible her dreams were.
Erik sat at his desk writing, but it was rather difficult because he was distracted by Christine's crying in the bedroom. He felt no shame or guilt about what he had done. To him she had gotten what she had coming to her. Then Erik heard someone say, "Christine?"
Christine lay in the bed crying softly when she heard her name said. Christine sat up and saw Madame Giry standing in front of her. Madame Giry saw Christine was in distress and needed comfort so she went to her. Annie sat down next to Christine and took her into her arms. "My child, why are you crying? And why are you here?" Annie asked her.
"He came to me, please take me back. I'm scared." Christine whispered. Annie nodded her head. "Very well child." Annie said standing up and taking Christine's hand.
But when they looked up they saw Erik standing in their way. "Going somewhere?" Erik asked the both of them who remained silent. "I that's right, you're not going anywhere. At least Christine isn't." Erik said walking toward the pair. "Erik, Christine needs to be taken above to the Opera House. She is scared out of her mind. I don't know what you did to her but-" Erik held up his hand and Annie stopped talking.
"Annie, you're getting on my nerves. Get out of my home and I won't hurt your Little Meg tart." Erik threatened. Christine looked at Annie who looked at Christine. Annie knew that Erik would do it. He would hurt Meg. He had threatened to hurt people before and he did it.
And as much as it pained Annie to do so, she let go of Christine's hand and Christine let go of hers. "I am sorry," Annie mouthed to words and Christine nodded her head. She understood. Erik walked Annie out of his home and watched her leave. After making sure she had left he returned to Christine who lay there on the bed crying once more.
Erik sat next to her and pulled her into his arms.
"There, there darling, don't cry." Erik said as he stroked her back lovingly. Christine looked up at him. "Please, please, don't hurt me. I just want to go home." She said pleadingly to him. Erik sighed deeply and shook his head. "But, Christine, you are home." He told her gently. "And after tomorrow evening you will be mine forever." He said to her, he was acting very sure of himself. "What do you mean?" she asked him, starting to get even more worried.
"Tomorrow evening we are getting married. And don't even think about saying you won't do it because if you don't your precious Vicomte will have a very unfortunate accident." Erik assured her before walking out of the bedroom. Christine lay there, puzzled and scared out of her mind. How was she going to escape him? She couldn't. No one could help too.
She was doomed to spend to the rest of her life here in this prison, in this eternal hell.
The next evening
Christine stood in front of a mirror in Erik's bedroom in her wedding dress. She did look lovely but she did not look like a happy bride. Christine did not want to marry Erik. She did not want to be with him at all. When Christine was a little she used to dream about going to her angel's wonderful world of music but now those dreams were shattered and her heart and soul were broken.
And Christine felt herself never wanting to sing ever again.
The bedroom door opened suddenly and Erik appeared in his formal black dress attire. Christine thought that she should be wearing black as well seeing is how unhappy and bleak this day was instead of it being filled with love and happiness. Erik slowly entered the room and looked Christine up and down. The looks she received from him still made her feel very uncomfortable.
She was still so frightened of him and she had every right to be.
"Please, angel, don't make me go through with this." She begged him as tears fell down her face. Erik hushed her and came towards her. As he approached her, Christine instinctively backed away from him quickly until she hit the stone wall. Erik did not stop coming at her. When he reached her he took her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.
Before, Christine would've welcomed his touch but now she cringed when ever he came near her. "I suppose you wanted to marry your Vecomte in a magnificent church in front of all Paris?" he suggested. Christine looked away from him as he spoke. "No, but… I wanted to at least get married happy." She shot back at him. "Need I remind you Christine what will happen if you displease me?" he asked, his tone getting a little rougher than before.
Christine shook her head. "No, you don't." she said hanging her head. Erik took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly. "There is nothing to be sad about. Take my hand, Christine." He said gently stepping back and holding out his leather covered hand. Christine starred at his hand for a moment or two. He was obviously willing to wait for her. She sighed and then took his hand. Erik grasped her hand gently and pulled her to him and led her out of the lair and up to the streets of Paris where a carriage was waiting to take them to a priest.
After the wedding Christine thought they would return to the lair but instead they went to a huge inn called, 'The Golden Tower,' and it was very beautiful. The building itself was made of red brick and had a black iron gate in the front and climbing up the sides of the building was thick green vines. When they reached the out side of the inn Erik stepped out of the carriage and instructed his new wife to remain in the carriage while he talked with the driver. After Erik spoke to the driver he went back and fetched Christine.
He held out his for her and she took it and while stepping out she slipped slightly because of the rain but Erik was there to catch her. He picked her up and carried Christine the rest of the way, and the driver drove the carriage away down the street. Erik set Christine down on her feet when they reached the front door. The place appeared to be empty because there was no fire light glow from the inside's of the windows.
"I thought this was an inn," Christine said, hoping she wouldn't be left alone with Erik but she had a pretty good feeling she was. "It was," he said unlocking the door and when she heard the click he looked at her and said, "I bought it." And then he opened the door and waited for Christine to go in. Christine took a deep breath and entered the once inn.
At least she knew he was going to be able to support her. When they entered the old town house turned in then turned home for Erik and Christine, Erik came up behind her and removed her cloak for her. Christine shivered when she felt his gloved hands touch her skin. Christine heard him moving around behind her for a few seconds as she glanced around the hallway.
The place looked old.
"If you need a friend
Don't look to a stranger,
You know in the end I'll
Always be there. And
When you're in doubt,
Or when you're in danger
Take a look all around
And I'll be there."
Christine stopped moving when she heard Erik's voice from behind her. He came closer to her and wrapped his arms around her front and pulled her gently to him. Christine's heart sped up and started beating like a drum.
"I'm sorry but I'm just
Thinking of the right
Words to say, I know
They don't sound the way
I planned them to be.
But if you wait around while
I'll make you fall for me
Me I promise you, I promise
You, I will."
Erik paused for a second and turned Christine around in his arms and placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip and drew her closer. Even though Erik frightened Christine beyond all reason his voice was still as beautiful and as hypnotizing as ever.
"When your day is through
And so is your temper
You know what to do
I'm going to always be there.
Sometimes If I shout it's not
What's intended
These words just come out
With no gripe to bear.
I'm sorry but I'm just
Thinking of the right
Words to say. I know
They don't sound the way
I planned them to be,
But if you wait around a while
I'll make you fall for me, I
Promise, I promise."
Erik stopped once more to gently guide Christine toward the stair case with one hand in her own. And Christine followed him. When they reached to middle of the staircase Erik pulled her to him and starred into her eyes.
"In sleep you sang to me, in dreams
You came. Your voice which calls to me
And speaks my name. And do I dream again,
for now I find, 'The Phantom of the Opera' is
there… inside my mind."
Christine sang softly. She had thought she had lost her voice forever but it appeared not.
Erik then swept Christine up into his arms and began to carry her the rest of the way.
"Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear. I am the mask
you wear, it's you they hear. My
spirit and my voice in one combined.
'The Phantom of the Opera' is there…
inside my mind."
She continued as they made their way down the long hall.
"In all my fantasies, I always knew
that man and mystery were both in you.
And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
'The Phantom of the Opera' is there…
inside my mind."
When they reached their destination Erik set Christine down once more to her feet. They only starred at each other for a few moments. For the first time since Erik had taken her into his lair she did not feel afraid of him in any way. Erik's hand reached out and touched her cheek. He leaned forward slowly and kissed her lovingly on the side of the neck before kissing her cheek. "Goodnight, Christine." Erik said turning away and walking down the hall and stairs.
Christine listened to his heavy footsteps downstairs moving around. What Erik had just done was not what she was expecting. She expected him to have her again and again. But he didn't. Christine entered her bedroom and saw that many of her things from the Opera House were there. All of her clothes, things as a child were there.
Downstairs Erik sat in the living staring into the fire he had just made to heat the house during the winter. Erik knew he could've forced Christine to be with him again but he was starting to feel the guilt of raping her. He knew he shouldn't have and that he was in rage when it happened but that was no excuse for him to have done what he did. He only married Christine now because there was always that chance that he had gotten her pregnant.
Those chances were slim though. Erik had had two mistress' in his lifetime, and had been with many women when he was in Persia, and none of them had fallen pregnant with Erik's spawn which led Erik to the conclusion that he just couldn't have children.
But still, he wanted to be safe.
Christine slept peacefully in her new bed for the first in days since Erik had raped her.
The next morning Christine woke up to find a small but lovely breakfast in her room. She couldn't help but smile. She got up, ate, and then began to dress herself. She was still sore from Erik's assault and so it was hard for her to dress. "Curse this thing," she groaned as she tried to tie her corset herself. Meg, Madame Giry or one of the other girls had always helped Christine with her corset but now there was no one… except for Erik.
Sighing deeply, Christine opened the bedroom door. "Erik?" she called. The door across from her own opened and Erik stood there, she noticed a little bit of ink on his hands. He must've been writing. Erik noticed her lack of clothing at the moment. "Could you help me with…" she gestured with her hand to her back, Erik got the clue right away.
"One moment Christine." Erik said closing his bedroom door and then opening it after a moment or two. He walked into her bedroom after her. He didn't need to close the door since they were the only two people in the house. But Erik had hired some servants that would begin working at the end of the afternoon. Christine walked over to the bed and grasped the bedpost.
Erik took hold of the strings of her corset and began tying it. He did it rather roughly and tightly too. "Ow…" Christine hissed in pain. "Sorry." Erik said to her and he started from the beginning, this time he was slow and gentle and not rough with her. He had already been rough enough with her. When he finished he let go of her but for some reason Christine reached behind and grasped his hand.
Christine didn't know why she had taken his hand but she just wanted to hold it. She slowly turned around to face him. Erik moved in closer to her until their bodies were touching, but barely. Erik's hands were on her hips and their faces were only inches apart. "Close your eyes, Christine." Erik ordered her gently. Christine didn't at first. "Close, your eyes." He whispered close to her lips. Christine finally closed her eyes. "Just take deep breaths." He told her.
She felt his hand on her hip slowly moving up her waist until he touched her between her breasts and covered her heart with his hand. "Feel your heart beating. How do you feel?" he asked her. Christine smiled. "Like I'm floating." She whispered. She felt Erik remove his hand from her. After a minute she expected Erik to kiss her but he didn't. When she opened her eyes Erik wasn't even in the same room anymore.
Christine couldn't even believe she had actually wanted him to kiss her! He had been the one to rape her but she wanted him to kiss her? And she found herself very attracted to him. Christine felt so torn. In times like these Christine would go to confession but she doubted that Erik would let her leave the house.
Later that day the servants arrived and Erik was busy showing them around the house and the old grounds. Christine spent her time in her room reading and writing in her journal. In her journal she wrote about how she wished she could see her friends again, and to see Raoul one last time.
When the evening came around Erik and Christine ate dinner together in the dining room. Erik read most of the time which made Christine feel lonely. "How was your day?" Christine asked breaking the silence. Erik looked up at from behind his book and thought for a moment. "Productive." He answered bluntly. Christine forced a smile. "And yours?" Erik asked without looking up at her. "Productive." She answered in the same blunt way.
After dinner Christine went up to her bedroom. While she removed her dress a knock came to her door. Christine opened it to find a young woman, with red hair and green eyes standing there. "The Master said I should help you tonight with your garments." The woman said. "My name is Emma." The woman said. Christine moved aside and let the woman in.
Even though Christine was happy to have help with her garments, she couldn't help but feel like she had hoped it would be Erik to be at the door. But Christine knew she shouldn't think such things. After Emma left Christine sat by the window and starred out at the city. She was beginning to miss Erik's music late at night. Suddenly, a knock came to her door. "Enter," she called, thinking it was probably just Emma. When Christine turned around it turned out to be Erik.
"Is there anything you need, Christine?" he asked her. Christine stood up and went half way to him. "No. You?" Christine began kicking herself for asking such a question. What would he think of her? 'Well, his wife for one you dolt,' Christine thought to herself.
Christine just stood there waiting for his reaction and it came quickly. Erik moved slowly toward her like he had earlier that morning.
Erik's hand slowly went out and touched her cheek Christine flinched from the contact but did not pull away. Erik wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her gently to him. "Erik-" Christine was protesting just as Erik kissed her. He didn't kiss her like he had in his lair neither did he touch her in the same way. He merely placed his lips gently over hers. Erik just caressed her lips with his and nothing else. When he pulled away Christine's eyes were closed. "Goodnight," he said before kissing her forehead and leaving her bedroom.
Part Two
Erik
A week had gone by and Christine had found herself becoming more and more comfortable with Erik, although it was more difficult for Erik because he was a man. It was hard for him to sleep across the hall from her let alone sleep at all. He knew he couldn't touch her the way he wanted to, or kiss her, until he was able to regain her trust. He knew what he had done to her was unforgivable and he regretted more than anything.
Erik knew Christine would never forgive him as long as she lived.
As the days went by Erik kept track of Christine's health. She hadn't shown any of the signs of pregnancy so Erik had nothing to worry about.
One evening Erik was in his study down stairs when a small knock came to the door. "Come in," Erik called with out taking his eyes off of the paper he was writing on.
The door opened and then closed. Erik looked up to see Christine standing there. "Erik, I was wondering if I might be aloud to go out shopping with Emma tomorrow." Christine asked hopefully. Erik sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"I don't know, Christine. I shall have to think about it." Erik said turning back to his paper. Suddenly, he heard Christine stomp her foot. Erik looked up again at her and sighed. Her hands had balled into fists. "You said that last week!" Christine yelled at him, finally losing her temper. Erik stood up and strode over to Christine. "And not with out good reason, Christine. I will not have you running out on me." He told her sternly, trying very hard not to lose his temper with her.
Christine stomped her foot once more when Erik turned away from her. "Christine you are acting like a child." He said rolling his eyes at her. "I think you're a big enough child for the both of us!" Christine yelled at him. "And your…a coward." She finally said. Before she had time to react Erik grabbed her around her neck and threw her against the wall. "What did you say, Christine? Tell me! I want to hear you say it!" Erik yelled at her.
"I called… you a coward." She said, tears beginning to fall down her face. Erik smirked. "That's what I thought." He said calmly releasing her to Christine's surprise. "I just want to go out. Please, Erik. I won't leave you. I swear it. No matter what I won't leave you." She said reaching out to him and the hand that had his wedding band on. "Please." Christine was on the verge of begging to him any moment. "Very well you can go." Erik said giving in to her.
Christine smiled brightly and wiped away her tears. Overcome with joy, Christine wrapped her arms around Erik's neck and embraced him lovingly.
"Thank you, Erik." She said to him. "Your welcome, Christine." He said back to her. Christine let go of him and exited the study and went up to her bedroom. Christine had ordered Emma to go to bed long ago before Christine undressed. When Christine heard Erik coming up the stairs to finally go to bed Christine opened her door. "Erik, could you help me?" she asked quickly. She went back into her room before Erik had a chance to reply.
Erik frowned and followed her into her bedroom. "I sent Emma to bed because we're going early tomorrow into the city I forget I hadn't changed for bed." Christine said, trying to sound convincing to him. "So, could you help me?" she asked him, shyly. Erik nodded his head and came toward her. She turned around and held onto the bedpost. Erik began untying her corset slowly.
While doing so he accidentally pulled a little too hard and she was pulled back against his chest. Christine and Erik laughed a little. "You must not know your own strength." She teased. Erik smiled down at her and she smiled up at him. The two were very close. Their lips were almost touching. Christine starred into his pale blue eyes. They were so beautiful. "Erik, your eyes are like diamonds." She whispered, not realizing she had said that out loud.
"Christine…" halfway through his sentence Erik forget what he was going to say. "I…" he stammered. Her lips were so beautiful. So tempting they were. They leaned into each other and their lips pressed against each other. Erik's hand found its way into her hair and the other began to turn her completely around to face him.
When she was completely turned around in his arms Erik wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently against him. Their tongues met each other softly. Christine's hands clutched the front of Erik's robe tightly as they kissed. Erik slowly stepped forward causing Christine to fall back onto the back softly with Erik on top of her. With Erik on top of her he continued to kiss her slowly but deeply. His tongue probing her mouth and licking the hidden places within it.
After a moment or two of intense kissing Erik pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked her, his voice sounded worried. She nodded her head.
"I'm not hurting you?" he asked her, his voice sounding even more worried. Christine shook her head. "When you hurt me I'll let you know." She said before kissing him again.
Erik kissed her back. That was as far as he would let this go. He would nothing else but kiss her. He would not rape her again and he would never let himself have sex with her again. He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve to be kissing her or holding her. He wasn't right for her. She should've married Raoul and been happy.
Finally Erik pulled away from her and stood up from the bed. "We can't do this Christine." Erik told her standing up and walking away from the bed. "I understand." Christine said sitting up. "But, we are married." She said, sounding as though she wanted him to make love to her, if you called what he wanted to do to her making love.
"Christine, not a day goes by anymore that I regret what I did to you. I took away something precious from you. I robbed you of your innocence. I raped you. I've never raped a woman before. I should never have brought you here." Erik said turning his back on her and walking toward the window. Christine stood up from the bed and followed him toward the window.
She laid her head on his shoulder and placed her hands on either side of his waist. "I want to be here. I know now that this is where I belong. I can never forgive you, Erik. But I can learn to… love you." She whispered to him. Erik touched her hand and then kissed it. "And I'll be waiting here for you."