A/N: Hi again! I was reading all the reviews on my last story, and I got the same vibe from mostly everyone. This story will be very short just to let you know. It was something I thought up in a minute. The characters look like the people in the 2004 movie. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

This takes place right after the Masquerade Ball.

Save Me

Christine's breath was labored, for she was being dragged upstairs into Raoul's bedroom. Raoul had quickly took her away from the ball right after Erik made himself known. 'Oh, Erik' she thought while she was running. 'You are so breath-taking handsome.' Her thoughts quickly moved to the present time. Where was she going? And why was taken by Raoul, when she should have been taken by Erik into his layer. If not for Raoul, she would be making love with Erik, right now. Giving each other's body, which they both desperately longed for.

Christine let out a grunt of frustration. "Raoul, where are we, exactly?" she asked, trying to keep her temper.

"We are in a bedroom." he said stupidly.

"Well, I know that!" she said. "Who's bedroom are we in?"

"Mine, of coarse." he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh God!" Christine looked at the room. Mirrors everywhere. Besides all the mirrors, there was a bed, a dresser, and a makeup table. Makeup was scattered all over the table. She looked at the dresser, which seemed like the only normal object in the room. She looked at it closely. Out of the top drawer, there was a pink thong hanging out. She looked at the bed. It was pink with a red heart as a headboard.

Raoul kissed her forehead. She glanced over Raoul's shoulder into a mirror. She saw a big red lip mark on the same spot Raoul had kissed her. 'I must have been insane to leave with this man in the first place.' She started to cry.

"Ah! Tears of joy!" Raoul said.

'More like tears of horror.' Christine thought.

"And now, an unforgettable night together." he said smiling.

'No shit, it's an unforgettable night. This is the scariest thing I've ever seen.' she thought in a panic. Little did she know, it would get worse.

Raoul stared to undo the buttons of his shirt. 'Oh God. Here it comes. Erik, save my please!'

Raoul threw his shirt to the side of the room. "This will only work if you take off your clothes too, you know." he said. Christine made a moan, in a tone that said 'no way'. Raoul took it as a moan of pleasure. He was pulling down his trousers. She saw him in front of her, butt naked. Christine looked down at his manhood. He was aroused. Christine soon discovered that he was aroused by himself. There was a mirror behind Christine, that Raoul was looking into.

At closer inspection of his manhood, she found something rather disturbing.

"Raoul, is that a carrot taped to your cock?" she asked half laughing. If anything she wouldn't call it a cock. It was more like a stub. It was no bigger than her thumb and Christine had small fingers.

"I just wanted to be like normal man." he said sadly.

"Normal people don't do such things! What is wrong with you!" she yelled.

"I just wanted to impress you." he said while wiping away tears.

"I am sorry to say, but you haven't

Christine turned around and walked to the door. She stopped as she reached the handle. Without turning she said "Good luck getting the tape off." She then walked out of the door.

I don't know when tape was invented. I don't feel like looking it up either. Just pretend it was around in their time.
So, should I keep going or is it a lost cause? REVIEW!