Woohoo, an update! Sorry this took so long, I've been a very busy bunny at college, what with falling behind due to plays and things. But I am now back from my hiatus! Expect regular updates, folks! And thanks for all the reviews!
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Erik took Angelique's arms roughly, dragging her to her feet. He pulled her over to the throne, forcing her down next to it, and seized the Punjab Lasso, then sat in the chair.
"Your hands," he barked. Angelique raised her arms obediently, fighting the urge to cry.
"Please don't do this," she said in a last ditch attempt to beg her freedom. Her captor didn't even meet her eyes, but crossed her hands over each other, wrapping them in a figure of eight a few times, then tying a heavy knot. He then took the loose end and pulled her over to the organ, which had thankfully survived his domain's persecution. He lashed the rope around one of the instrument's legs, and let the slack fall to the ground with a lazy hand.
Angelique winced at the bonds digging into her skin.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He didn't answer. "Why!"
"You were prying into my possessions."
"Is that all? Is that why you're doing this!"
"Would you rather die?" he roared.
"No!" Angelique cowered at his feet. Her captor turned his back on her, and said;
"It would be easier for you if you didn't defy me."
"You're mad!"
"No," he said, turning to her again, eyes chilling her to the bone. "It is the world that is mad, I am simply its victim."
Angelique met his gaze and retorted,
"Really?"
The man suddenly lunged at her, kneeling before her, snapping her head back by her hair.
"Stop!" she cried.
"Your kind! You're nothing but a pack of harpies! Judge, jury, executioner, all of you!"
"Please stop!" The man loosened his grip, ad pressed his forehead against Angelique's.
"You should learn to choose your words more carefully," he growled. He released her, and she fell forwards onto her hands.
"Can I at least have the name of my prison keeper?" she said out of sheer defiance. The man turned his back on her as he replied quietly;
"You may call me Erik."
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Dun dun dun! Okay, I've decided that for this fic Erik will be mad, crazy, vengeful, Erik. BUT, there will be a fluffy sequel, if people would like… Let me know! And the next chapter will be longer, folks!