OMG. Rape scene.

It'll be none too graphic, I assure you, just some violence and, well...raping. (No actual sex) I've rated it M just in case and you don't have to read it if you don't want to, but it'll add a little bit to Tori's character.

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Tori sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. She felt completely at ease: rehearsals had gone well that day, but she had seen nothing of the Vicomte at all, or even heard anything from him. Just where was he nowadays? She hadn't seen him since the masquerade, and even then he had looked confused and slightly angry...

She heard the door fly open and, in the dim light, saw someone stagger in. She turned, squinting in the sparse candlelight, trying to see who it was, but she couldn't make out any details. The person approached, paused, and then grabbed her forcefully by the wrists. She squeaked, taken by surprise. The person dug their nails into her wrists, and she head them speak, their words slurred. It was a man's voice

"Miss Tori. Prima Donna, who ran off with Monsieur Le Fantome and left me to SIT." On the word "sit", he dug his nails into her wrists even more. Tori bit her tongue in pain, willing herself not to cry out. The man yanked her off her chair, dragged her to the floor, and threw her down. He leaned over her, and Tori got a glimpse of his face in a nearby candle.

It was Raoul.

He was smiling wickedly.

And he was drunk.

"Vicomte? What are you doing?" Tori stuttered, watching in horror as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Getting more comfortable. If I can't win fair, I'll just have to cheat!" Raoul took her hands and forced them above her head. He took out a piece of rope and tied her hands together as tightly as he could, then knelt down on Tori's legs, making sure that she was pinned underneath.

Now he went for her dress, undoing the front. When he got to the point where he couldn't go any farther, he ripped the fabric clean down the middle. Tori gasped.

"Raoul! That's my favorite dress!"

"Shut up!" He slapped her hard across the face, then scratched her as hard as he could. Tears welled in Tori's eyes as she tried to get free, to feel the wound, but she knew something was wrong. Something warm was trickling down into her cheek and into her mouth. Tasting it, she knew at once that it was her own blood.

Raoul laughed cruelly as he watched her struggle, now ripping the top of her dress down and reaching the gown she wore underneath. He started to undo that as well, letting Tori whimper and cry out.

"No one is going to hear you, you slut. Scream all you like."

Soon the gown was down by her waist as well. Only a corset could hide her now.

"Raoul, stop! Please!" Tori was begging now, though she knew it was useless. Before Raoul could slap her again, she kicked as hard as she could. He fell off of her, and she struggled to rise to her feet. By the time she got there, though, Raoul had drawn his sword. He grabbed her from behind and yanked down the corset painfully. Tori gasped and cried.

Raoul forced her to the ground and beat her absolutely senseless. He slashed at her bare chest, leaving bleeding marks there. He did her face as well, narroly missing her eye. Next he simply punched her in the face, and Tori could have sworn she heard her nose snap a little. She was too much in pain to actually feel it, spots swimming in front of her eyes, her tears mingling with the blood and painting the new bruises.

Raoul brught her back up again and held his sword at her thrat while he pulled away the rest of her garments. Now she was completely bare, and he forced her back down to the ground, her head hitting the ground with a thud. The spots in front of her eyes increased more.

"Perfect. Let's see how beautiful you really are."

As Raoul raped her, Tori screamed for the first time in her life. She had never been one for screaming, seeing how quiet she normally was, but this time seemed approapriate. She was too frightened to notice how strange her scream sounded, like metal being scraped on a chalkboard. Tori hoped desperately that Erik would hear her, but then she saw something horrible.

Raoul was undoing his pants.

She took the opportunity to kick him where it hurt. Raoul gasped in pain and his hands flew to the spot. He raised his hands to smack her harder than ever, but Tori, emboldened by her newfound anger, pushed herself up with a nearby desk. Using those ballet lessons, she kicked as high as she could, hitting Raoul upside the door.

"Why, you little bitch!"

Raoul came after her, but Tori grabbed a nearby vase as best she could and sent it crashing onto Raoul's head.

Now, normally, he would have only been fazed by it, but Raoul was so incredibly drunk that he passed out immediately, his head hitting the floor hard. Tori, afraid that she had killed him, however much she hated him right now, checked for a pulse and found one. Breathing heavily, she used the sharp edge of her mirror and cut the rope binding her hands, still crying.

Looking around frantically, she found a man's shirt and some pants lying out on a nearby table. She grabbed some underwear from her dresser drawer and put the clothes on, not bothering to do up the shirt much farther than a few buttons.

She then ran, sobbing loudly now, to the only place she could: she ripped open the mirror and ran down the dark hallway.