AN: Has anyone noticed in the movie, the walls of the theatre are large golden guys taking over young women? I mean, it looks completely bdsmish. The guys are overpowering the women, I noticed this. Also, it's a gorgeous decoration too. Oh, and I've been working on this chapter for a while, I'm not procrastinating, it's rather long for me.

I crawled out of bed despite my stinging buttocks and followed his lead. He took me to outside of his bedroom, and made a gesture to stay as he walked over to the edge of the lake and pulled a box out. He approached me with the box in hand and smiled.

"Kneel," he instructed. I looked down at the cold floor and did as he instructed with a shiver. His smiled widened as he bent over and kissed the air out of me, and quickening my pulse at that. "My obediant toy," he nurtured with a chuckle.

He dropped the box in front of me and I bit my lip and looked at him for a sign. He made his way to the corner of the entrance and filled a glass with a dark drink. He swirled it a couple of times in the crystal cup as I squirmed impatiently. He smiled and, walking towards me, took a seat on the organ stool. He nodded with a string of amusement. I pulled the top of the box off and gasped. The contents of the box made my stomach churn as I looked up. Erik tied our eyes for a second before I looked down with guilt. But why?

"Like it?" he asked gently. I was suddenly aware of my nausea.

"What is this?" I whispered. "Why is this here? What are you doing?"

Of course. I had underestimated Erik once again. His sadism wasn't only for physical pain. He had a thirst for my mental pain. Let us relive the past. Let's show my flaws and my bad choices. How could I forget of his infamous mind games. The fear that he put in everyone else where he comforted me. Now what? What did he want? He wanted me to relive my mistakes? For what purpose?

Erik downed his drink and watched me life the present cautiously with my index finger and thumb. He calmly put his cup on the floor and approached me as I exhaled. He ran his fingers through my hair. "Stand up, you'll catch a cold."
"Oh? And how would that affect you? Being ill would mean I wouldn't be feeling well, and we both know how much you enjoy other people's discomfort." He raised and eyebrow at me.

"Be quiet, dove. You don't know what you're saying." I stared at him as if he was crazy and he chuckled despite my outburst. "My intentions weren't as sinister as you are making them out to be. I simply want you to alter history. See, you will use this," he pointed to the gift, "to make up to me and show me how much you want me. You will cleanse the character."

"But..." Nothing else came out. Fortunately Erik put a finger over my lips and pulled me onto his lap as he seated himself on the organ's stool.
"Last time you wore this, you weren't mine. This time, you are. Understand?"

"Er, yes, Erik," I murmured as he kissed my neck. His calmness worried yet intoxicated me.

"Oh, and despite your accuracy, you will most definitely be punished for your little outburst," he whispered into my ear with a grin. His fingers ran down my neck and onto my chest, where his index and thumb rolled my nipples gently. "I love you, princess. I know that you will leave me again eventually, and I'm dreading the day," I turned to look at him as he held my head firmly in the crook of his neck and kissed my own neck as his fingers rubbed my belly to calm me down into his hypnotism. "But it will come, and I won't doubt that." His fingers ran back up to my nipples as he pinched them softly. "However, until then..." I moaned softly as his fingers tightened, "you will be mine completely. You will obey your Angel..." I whimpered softly as he tugged on my throbbing flesh, "You will submit to Him. And you will wear anythingHe tells you to wear, princess. Understood?" I cried out as he let my nipples go and rubbed them gently.

"Ah, Ye--yes. Oh, yes, Erik," my eyes rolled back as I moaned aloud. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Good girl. My, you're becoming a naughty little pet, aren't you?" He smiled wider as I moaned his answer. "For me."

"Oh, of course, Erik. Anything for you." He grinned and pulled away as my chestreacted, archingup as if his hands had invisible strings that pulled me towards him. I woke up from his small amount of hypnotism.

"The party is in a few hours, child. We have plenty of time to eat dinner, then I will bathe you and dress you. Alright?" It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded anyway.

For dinner, he had brought a pasta from outside. I had noticed while I stayed with him, I was getting a stomach. He fed me past my usual amount of food consumption. Perhaps because he didn't eat, I had to.

However, tonight he did something rare. He ate. Perhaps it was because he was happier? Atleast I hoped it was because he was happier.

After eating, he took me to the edge of the entrance where he lowered me into a heated miniature lake of water. I hadn't thought of how it was heated and realized it when I looked under water where I saw tunnels that held candles all over. Inside the small candle-area were holes that apparently led to outside of the Opera House. I didn't want to think about how he did it, for some things were only for Erik to know.

He ran soap into my hair and massaged it into my scalp, drinking in the sight of me naked, wet, and relaxed. He rubbed a thick brush over my sensitive and still aching buttocks, cleaning and making it sting more. I gave a cry and I swear I heard a moan escape his lips. He then pulled me out of the water by tugging on my long curls. I moaned as he lay a kiss onto my lips with a force so intoxicating that it was as if he was drinking my soul. I was left breathless and light headed. He pulled me onto his dry lap and kissed down my wet neck.

"I really should make you wear clothing, Christine. You prancing around nude is distracting me, I don't need to feel weak everytime I see you," he said, which I took advantage of. Rarely did Erik tell me he felt weak... and I was sure he was cursing himself for telling me. He pulled me up and kissed me again with a dark passion.

Erik took me twice before getting me dressed for the event. I noticed as I put rouge on my lips, that my face was flushed. He watched me with hunger as I pulled on the dress over me.

"You won't wear any underwear," I turned my head quickly. "You heard," he said, "I want to be able to take you whenever and wherever I please." I blushed a dark shade of crimson as he smiled and ran his fingers through my damp hair. "I love you, little one. And you're beginning to understand why and how. Now, what is your answer, pet?"

"Ah, yes, Sir?" He nodded and dropped a kiss on my warm neck. "Although this skirt is somewhat short to be prancing around in... while under those circumstances, Erik."

He stared at me from the mirror and inhaled deeply, "I suppose you're right, which is why you will be very aware of your surroundings and won't bend over or dance too wildly. That is, unless you plan on being the entertainment." I blushed and couldn't help but giggle. He grinned at the fact that he made me laugh.

"And what if I do manage to dance wildly and I'm discovered? Do you know the rumors that will be created? I'll look like a common whore," I muttered.

"Yes, but you will be my whore," he replied, "and I am very good at exterminating and creating rumors myself. Don't worry, and stop asking so many questions," he thought, "not that I encourage stupidity..." I smiled widly. "Oh, and don't forget about that punishment." I raised an eyebrow? Punishment? "For talking back, for being a brat, for questioning me incesently, would you like me to continue?"

"No, thank you, Sir." He smiled andran his hand down my stomach.

"What should I make you do?" Erik whispered, "Hmm..."

"Now, Erik?" I asked nervously as I played with my hair, bouncing them to define the curls.

"Perhaps. Maybe I should whip you, then you would be on your feet at the party, wouldn't you?" I stopped playing with my hair and stared at Erik through the mirror.

"Uh... that would create questions, wouldn't it?"

"No doubt. I wonder how Vicomte de Chagny will react hearing that his bride has marks from a whip... Hm." Erik grinned, "But I suppose I'll leave youwith a little peace now, since you are running late." He ran his hands down my side, watched me through the mirror and put a kiss on my cheek. "You will exit from the outside of the Opera House and I will accompany you until I can see the entrance. I will not have you walking the streets of Paris alone at night, so I will walk with you until it's safe. Alright?"

"Mhm," I replied resting my head against his shoulder and entwining my fingers into his, running them over my neck. His eyes looked distant and he turned me around.

"I can't kill any more time. Keep at it with this," he ran his fingers over my bare neck once more, "and I will have to keep you here all evening." He was grinning.So was I.

He put one last kiss on my lips, took my hand in his and walked me over to the door that led to the side of the Opere Populaire.

The party was unbelievably luxurious. The Opera House was adorned in even more golds and creams. The women's dresses were gorgeous to the last details, oozing with money at every corner. The foods were luscious and horribly unhealthy, the music was danceable and quite new, the company was actually rather magnificent. I met Meg Giry with a suitor on her arm next to the large statue of the golden slave.

"Christine, how are you!" Meg welcomes as we embraced each other.

"I'm doing well, how are you?"

"Great, Imiss it here. You know I moved toFlorence three months ago, I'm a head dancer there!"

"Oh, that's wonderful," The man that was on her arm put a hand on her shoulder and gestured that he would go and speak to Firmin. Meg nodded.

"So, who's he?" I asked with a smile.

"His name is Roberto, I met him in Florence. He's actuallyEnglish. Went to Florence to study dance.Gorgeous, isn't he?" Roberto was actuallyquite good looking. He had long red hair, ivory skin and light freckles. His body was built well, he was thin but not puny and had broad shoulders. Roberto came back with champagne forMeg and me. I thanked him gratiously.

"Darling, you haven't really introduced us yet," Roberto said with a bright smile.

"Ah, that's right, well Robertothis is Christine. Christine," her eyes twinkled, "this is Roberto." I nodded as if shehadn't just told me that. He took my hand in his and laid a kiss on my hand.

"So, do you girls fancy a wilder party?

"A wilder party?" I asked, wondering what Erik's answer might be.

"Yeah," Meg answered, "the party of the common folk. It's always fun. More than here at least."

"I don't know..." I hesitated.

"Come on, Christine, you have to! If it's your first time, I'll drag you there." I felt rebellious tonight. Yes, I feared Erik's anger, but something about it proved his power. I downed my glass of champagne and shrugged. Meg squeeled and grabbed my hand.

AN: You know the idea of carpe diem? Yeah, I just thought of all of this. I have no idea where the story is going only that it will involve lots of kinky stuff. So, yeah. I had to post because I'm starting to obsess with HP again and I had to keep some things strictly Phantom.