How do you classify someone as a stalker? Would you say they were a stalker because of their un-dying love of that person? Or would you say it because they would watch their prey as they slept? Questions such as these plague me everyday….had my obsession with the young Christine Daae become to much for both her and me to handle, but wait, Miss Daae has no clue as of yet that her 'Angel' is watching her outside of the Opera and after her lessons were over at night.
Oh yes she was beautiful…and she was mine for the taking. It seemed that Christine was perfect at the tender age of 10 ,but as she grew older and peaked at the age of 14…so did her body. I had noticed this with only the attention of a father, only after the night she confided in me of her most inner fantasies did I take more notice. She had danced about my lair a glass of red wine sloshing in her hand. Approaching her I took the glass gently and set it on a table. Raising a brow she snatched it back "What?" She asked her breath reeking of the wine. "It's not very wise for you to be drinking this." I replied taking the glass once more and throwing it into a corner of the lair. "Now you tell me!" Christine's words began to slur as she threw her hands into the air. "Come child." I said softly taking her hand and leading her to the back room next to the torture chamber. She slumped onto one of the beds with a sigh "You know what Angel?" Christine said gazing at me intently. "What my dear?" These words left my mouth no sooner than she had walked to me (I was leaning on the mantle of the fireplace). Her hands ran along my chest and I felt my mouth go dry "I have yet to be naked in the presence of another human…unless you count when I was young." A bit caught off guard I took her hands in my own and frowned. "You've had enough to drink." And with that I took her back to the dorms where she fell asleep in an instant.
Later that night I sat by my organ with a glass of brandy. I ran through the events of the nightin my head."Interesting..."I murmured. Without thinking I touched myself remebering her words and the way her hands had run along my chest. "Christine..."I moaned in short intervals before I had fully finished with my throbing manhood.Only then did I realize what I had been doing. Cursing I threw my glass to the ground and watched it shatter into small peices that skidded across the floor.
A new chapter in my obssesion had begun.
