This is another dirty chapter- warning. :/ And some of you might have read my other story- Carlotta Will Be Playing the Lead. But I deleted that, and am using some of those ideas for this. :/ Hope you like! :)
Raoul returned Christine to the opera house early the next morning. It had been a little more awkward than Christine had imagined, as she knew what had been on Raoul's mind almost the entire time.
Five times he had tried to make love to her, and five times she told him not to. Fortunately after she told him this five times, he didn't seem hurt-but he did keep trying.
One time in the middle of the time the spent together, Christine found herself flashing back to Erik. When she and him had almost become one, he was so gentlemanly about it. When she told him no, he had faithfully stopped and that was that, despite the longing she could see in his eyes.
Because it was now a Sunday, things at the opera house would be quiet and no rehearsals or anything would be going on. Christine was thankful when she eased herself into her bed. She could sleep for as long as she wanted to today.
But it was terribly hard. Her mind kept slipping from Raoul (she was engaged to him now!) and Erik (had he really meant it when he had told her to never come back to him?).
Of course, Erik was watching Christine try to get to sleep. He wanted so badly to go and comfort her, to sing her to sleep like when they had first met. But he couldn't. She would be too afraid, and he had already put her through enough, and didn't need to disturb her now. But he did just sit there and watch her, her curls spilling over the pillow and the sunrise reflecting her radiantly pale face.
After half an hour of thinking, Christine finally managed to get to sleep. He still watched her from a distance. That's all he thought he would be doing for the rest of his life-watching from a distance.
A few hours later, Christine woke up, refreshed and happy. She was going to marry Raoul soon, and she just couldn't get it out of her mind. She walked to the washroom, deciding that she needed a bath.
On her way there, she met Carlotta. "Well, if it isn't my little toad, Christine Daae. I bet you laughed so hard at the performance yesterday. I bet it was your idea, too", she sneered into the young girl's face.
"I... I swear I didn't, Mademoiselle. Please, believe me", she pleaded.
"I forgive you, toad", she said. "But you will have to pay", Carlotta said, thrusting her fist up Christine's nightgown. Christine stepped back in surprise.
Carlotta tightly gripped her shoulder and led her down the hall to her dressing room. "There we are little toad. No one will disturb us in here. Now, take it off", she ordered Christine.
At first Christine didn't quite understand. She just stood there, in her nightgown that tucked in right below her bosom. It was the most girlish nightgown she owned.
"I said, take it off! Or would you rather have me rip it off? It would be a shame-it looks so beautiful on you..." Carlotta traced Christine's collarbone with spindly fingers, making Christine shiver.
Christine had no choice but to take it off. She slowly peeled the pretty cloth away from her pale body. Soon she stood naked in front of Carlotta, crossing her arms over her breasts.
"Do not hide yourself from me, pig!" she commanded, she pushed Christine onto the couch and yanked her hands away from her dress.
She began to lick Christine's breasts in rhythmic movements, and Christine almost began to hyperventilate. When Christine's nipples were peaked, she pushed her finger around them, feeling the pebbled flesh. Christine looked up, trying to avoid seeing what Carlotta was doing to her, but she could still feel her breasts rising heavily up and down in fright.
Christine was not especially busty or plump in that area; as a matter of fact she had always been quite small. But unfortunately Carlotta took pleasure all the same.
Carlotta's knee found it's way between Christine's legs as she continued with her breasts. It soon hit The Spot, and Christine screamed.
"Shut up!" Carlotta said, stuffing a nearby scarf into the young girl's mouth. To Christine's horror, she pulled off her own skirt and blouse so that she was naked-she had been wearing no undergarments.
She pressed her sex into Christine's, rubbing wet with wet. Inside her head, Christine was screaming, but on the outside, she moaned in pleasure, her body automatically attempting to push Carlotta closer to her.
Carlotta pushed her fingers into Christine, making her scream in pain, very audible even through the gag.
Erik was moping around the opera house, mourning his loss of Christine. He passed by the mirror by which he had taken her into his lair-that pleasant night, with all the guilty pleasures. She had moved out of that room now that Carlotta was back to being prima donna.
But he heard a loud scream-he knew it was Christine's-and peered into the mirror. Then his finely tuned ears picked up a grunting sound.
He looked in to see a naked Christine, her mouth wide with horror as Carlotta pushed her fingers inside of her, creating a pool of blood on the couch-she was making Christine bleed!
Erik smashed through the mirror in anger.
He had his Punjab lasso- he always carried it with him now. He slipped it around Carlotta's neck; he wasn't going to kill her-just scare everything out of her.
"Erik!" Christine said, pulling her nightgown back on quickly. He grabbed Christine and took her out of Carlotta's room.
Christine hugged Erik, but he was stiff and didn't hug her back. He actually pushed her back.
"Don't forget about you engagement. Your little vicomte wouldn't want to see you with me", he said, and then ran off.
Christine went to take a bath as planned, but tears were streaming down her eyes. It was her own fault- Raoul had taken advantage of Christine's unstable emotions and had proposed. She had thought it was the perfect thing. At the time.
He might have saved her, but she still remembered how he murdered. She couldn't marry a murderer. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
Maybe it was for the best that they were separated now.