It's just a short burst, but big things come in small packages!
oo0o0oo
Erik put on his mask and cape, preparing to go haunting. Since the entire Opera House and then some had seen him a few nights ago, he thought that it would be fitting to go out. Besides, it was a perfect night and-
His thoughts were broken by someone sobbing. They called out his name, their voice ragged. He turned to see Tori leaning against the metal gate, her face stained with tears. Startled, he walked into the lake, not caring if he was getting his pants wet, and pressed a secret lever. The gate rose, and Tori fell into his arms, crying.
He held her out at arm's length to get a better look at her. She was wearing man's clothes, and her shirt was open, exposing some of her chest. It was slashed and she was bleeding in various places there and on her face; there were also fresh bruises on her arms and face. Her hair was ragged and her eyes were bloodshot, but they were filled with fear. Not only that, but she was sobbing, stopping only to hack out some blood.
Erik was suddenly fearful himself.
"What is it, Tori? What happened to you?"
She took a rattling breath and tried to speak through her tears.
"Raoul...he...he..."
She started hyperventalating. Erik reached out to calm her down, needing her to be quiet so she could talk, but Tori pushed his hand away. He asked, more frantically, "What did the Vicomte do to you?"
"He...he..."
"Calm down, Tori! What did he do?"
Her bottom lip quivered as she looked up into his eyes.
"...raped me."
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A/N: o.o;;
Wow.
Flashback to the rape scene is next; I'm going to rate that part M just in case.