Author note:

HEJO! Muah, how is everyone? Enjoy the last chapter? I hope so. -goes back and rereads- eh. . . I am peppy if you could not tell. So I am putting that energy to use in . . . a . . . new chapter! DDR really gets your blood pumping.

Ok. Well if you are not all freaked out, I would like to thank Penmora Zenith and Lady Wen for their reviews.

Read, review, enjoy. Please also be cautious this chapter severely lives up to it's M rating. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL Assault if this offends you in any manner just look for the double Xx's barrier instead.

I'll see you at the bottom.

TheDragonEye.

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Erik betrayed

Erik's POV

No. . . how could she do this to me?

All this time, she had been playing me for a fool, lulling me into a false state of comfort as I recovered. Blinded by my fever to not see the twisted lies of deceit that flowed from her mouth as water over a cascading, but harsh falls. She had said she loved me, but now I see I was too much of a fool to realize what I had come to terms as I almost lay dying.

Christine didn't love me, she had left me in the darkness, and in the darkness and spiteful she came back to me. All a part of her plan no doubt. But what that was I could not figure out. My mind was as dark as the gaping hole where my heart once used to lay. The only hope in that darkness belonged to a few thin shards of the heart I knew I once and still possesses.

What am I to do? It had been Christine the entire time. The one who must have jumped me and drugged me at the same time. No remorse obviously on her mind for she had attempted to roughly do it the second time in the carriage. She had also been the one to bind me, and cause the deep red soreness that now ran about my wrists in a bracelet fashion. Any tighter and I could seriously risk harming them to the point of bleeding and blistering. I knew I would not be able to use them at any point to defend himself if the time had come to that.

But it was not like I could defend myself now, being bound and nearly at a full comatose state of mind. Drugs however could not hold a man like me long enough in my own mind. I have had lots of practice with that. And thus far only music could be the one to successfully sustain my mind in a far away place as he played the organ or composed.

God knows how long I could feel my body laying on the cursed seat of the carriage in which Christine had arraigned to steal me away from my home. But I could hear the faint hum of voices outside and then once more the two strong arms grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me from the seat to the floor of the carriage with a heavy fall to my limp body.

I was not sure if I had made any noise at that time but it would have been all the more clotted out as a fresh and larger cloth was shoved into my mouth, it was made of some stronger and heavier, worse smelling material. Those hands took me around the waist and I was slung over the shoulder once more. During the time I scarcely heard Christine who was calling 'Careful with him, he is to be unharmed!'

Unharmed! Oh great, did the viscount want me in better health so he could enjoy himself for a longer amount of time as I was tortured or killed? He didn't know what the man was planning for me. But when he was through I knew I would be heading elsewhere for a certain reward on a certain marred head.

"Eh, listen girly, we got the order from someone else, just because he said you would be tagging along doesn't mean a thing." I heard the voice almost right next to my ear. I couldn't recognize it, but there was another murmur of agreement next to me. Alright, two men from what could be counted by voices, and Christine.

Then Christine, "Yes, but I am sure he would want him unharmed!"

"A few bumps and bruises couldn't be of much harm."I heard the other voice.

There was a huff from Christine and I heard retreating footsteps. Obviously from her tone of voice earlier they had been arguing before this. "Markus! You're riding in the carriage instead. I don't trust this. . .Ms. Daae."I heard the man carrying me to another carriage. I heard the one behind me close that I had just left, and knew there were two separate carriage, meaning more people about.

I hadn't known how long I had been in the carriage for, but the drug was wearing off in it's entirety and I felt myself begin to groggily come to my senses as I felt yet another jerk from the carriage wheels riding along the uneven surfacing of a dirt pathway. My somewhat dilated and hazed eyes looked about until I caught sight of another man staring at me from the opposite seat.

As I moved to sit upright I found myself unable to, and that I had been bound in a better fashion then when I had been with only Christine- that wretch, who had done this to me. Something about this man greatly perturbed me and I could do nothing to stop those dark and cold eyes from staring at my bound and gaged body. When I tried to speak, my only success was gaging on the rough material gag in my mouth.

"Oh so you really are awake this time." the man mused out loud, and I was unsure if this man was speaking to me or to himself. The man was dressed in brown and other dirty and dark clothing. From a judge of his appearance this man was a nomad, who made a living by doing odd jobs and never remaining in the same place for too long. My heart sank as I came to realize that this man's job had involved kidnaping himself by following Christine's leads, and that he must have other men he traveled around with as I remembered the other gruff voice I had heard.

But where precisely where they taking me? And how long had I been out for?

Markus smirked at him. "It'sa pity." he spoke as he moved from his own seat to make sure I was still tightly bound to the seat, he had no reason to do that, my wrists were so numb I could no longer feel them from the extreme pressure against them. "The chap who hired us said that you could be wild. Dangerous at sometimes and a challenge. . . I like 'em that way. It's a lot more pleasing to me. . . "

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My eyes widened and I felt myself begin to protest wildly at my bonds as I felt the man slowly trailing his hand from the rough, but tight fastenings at my wrists, almost as if that Markus had experience in this before. His hand began to trail down my chest and continuing all the more into an uncomfortable low and finally stopped at the waistband of my trousers.

'NO! No! He. . .he wasn't. . he wouldn't. . !' I thought desperately to myself as I squeezed my eyes shut to calm myself down. When I opened them I was met with the most hideous grin which jerked back the face of Javert, once gypsy master, who had once done the exact same grin to me. It sent a horrible feeling down my spine and my heart began to pound wildly in my chest as that same flashback passed before my gaze once more. Perhaps it was karma finally catching up to me after all these years after Javert's death. But. . .another man? It was bad enough he had never been touched like this by a woman. I began to buck frantically to dislodge the man's hands off of me, but that only seemed to please him all the more. His hand grabbed at my manhood through the fabric of my trousers which sent a sharp pain running throughout my body and I stopped, trying not to move for the fact that more pain could come to that virgin and sensitive organ.

"I like 'em that way, but I like to keep my dominance, Phantom." Markus drawled before I would roughly turned, my face being pushed roughly into the carriage seat which pushed the gag into an almost choking position in my mouth. I could feel his hand beneath me, working at the fastenings of my trousers and I prayed beyond all hope I had that he could not manage to accomplish that. I could not help it, and I felt myself being lost to panic. This was too much pain for my newly recovered body to handle. Had Christine known this about these men or had she wanted this pain for him? A tremor ran through my body as I felt the confining button become undone and those two deviled, wicked hands began to slide my trousers and drawers down and off my lean hips.

My chest was heaving by then, my hyperventilating body not able to get a supple amount of air into my lungs. I felt silent tears begin to lace my eyes as I felt Markus' hands trail over the exposed skin for a few minutes before the hands were gone and the horrid noise of him undoing his belt was ringing through my ears.

Rape. I had already learned from close experience that the crime was not simply reserved for women, when I was twelve it had been so close to happening to myself, only I had been free to move about for the most part. Even now I could feel Javert's hands groping at the junction of my thighs on that cursed night, and I could still see that hideous grin of that man as he thought he had broken the young, disfigured gypsy boy down.

I once more began to resist at the ropes. No. I could not allow that man to degrade and violate myself in such a manner. The ropes seemed to not allow his thoughts to happen and they refused to yield to his frantic motions. The cold hands were back then, gripping at my backside as I felt his knees press into the fragile skin and bone behind my own kneecaps. Markus leaned down next to my ear and whispered, "Even with that gag in your mouth I want to hear you scream." his tongue probed about my ear for a moment, nearly causing me to bring up the bile in my stomach.

No, I couldn't scream, especially not when I had no breath in my lungs nor could I emit a single noise. Who would I cry out for anyways? Christine? A dark ring began to form around my vision as I felt them man's hands move roughly to my ass and shove away both sides from one another to make room for himself.

Then it had begun, Markus slowly moving the head of his member into my virgin flesh. Tears of pain and humiliation managed to leak silently from the corners of my eyes in an un-wanted manner. Before he had managed to completely penetrate my body and fully take away what was mine the pain disappeared and the uncomfortable pressure was lifted with it. I couldn't hold my breath for I had none, but I did, however, try to look over my shoulder at the man. Perhaps there had been a change of heart and mind? The thought vanished quickly when he felt the man press him roughly back into position, face down against the seat.

"Oh no, corpse. I'm taking you now!" Markus reared back and I tried to brace myself both mentally and physically when the carriage pulled to a sudden stop, nearly jarring the rapist off of myself. If only that had been true, the man had been caught off balance but his hands had dug into my bare skin, most likely leaving slow forming bruises.

"What the hell is going on, Gilles?" Markus shouted, angry that he had been so close and then had his pleasure at the man's pain and body ripped away from him . . . for now.

"We have company so get your ass out here!" came a bark in reply.

I nearly gave a choked sob of relief when I felt Markus reluctantly move off of myself and a rustling of clothing being fixed from the man. I closed my eyes sharply as I felt his hands come back and fix my own clothing, obviously this had not been expected and should the carriage be checked it could be quite a scene. That still did not stop Markus from touching him in places only a lover should. "I'll be back," He spoke huskily and sharp, his hormones still running raggedly. "For this." he finished at a hiss as once more I felt his hands grab roughly at the tender organ at the junction of his thighs.

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A choked up sob of pain didn't pass my lips, but as soon as the man left I gave into my fears and through the gag cutting of my breath and my own lack of control of my body through hyperventilation I soon passed out on the seat of that hell-ish carriage.

When I awoke once more, which couldn't have been more than ten minutes later, I could still feel myself helplessly alone in the carriage and that there was a heated argument happening from outside. My head was too dizzy to count voices and I took slow breaths from my nose to get some air circulating. Then there was a sickening noise of punches colliding and I wondered what truly was going on. My questioning seemed to be happening a lot lately.

Finally the arguing died away abruptly and I felt a shift in the carriage as someone climbed into the driver's seat of the carriage. Well at least no one was riding with him and he knew that Markus' threat was all too real to think that he was safe with being alone. Even if it was for a moment I was able to register everything and another throb of pain from my abused manhood flooded me.

There was another stop of the carriage, not too long later, but guessing I would say a half an hour, but I was not truly thinking about that. I felt another shift as people climbed off of the driver's seat.

'No . . not again.' I thought weakly to myself as my eyes closed tightly once more and the door opened. Someone entered, and to his own surprise his bonds were carefully removed as was his gag. I didn't dare move. For a moment all I could do was lay there, my lungs heaving as though it was sucking in every particle of air in the carriage interior.

When I finally did try to sit up, I couldn't. I had no strengths and my wrists were so weak from the bonds that it almost seemed like the tightened rope was still around them. I was just too shaken up at the moment to move, but that did not stop me from turning my head at an awkward angle to look up at the person who released him.

I could feel my insides collapsing and I was overcome with a feeling of relief and my choked up sobs were finally released after such a torturous ride like that. A hand gently was placed comfortingly on my shoulder as my body could not handle the onslaught of my emotions.

Looking down at me, was none other than the tan and concerned figure of Nadir, the Persian.

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Ending note:

Alright, my reasonings for this chapter if you do not see them. It shows a re-run of Erik's past and shows that he is all the more vulnerable. He is a man, not a invulnerable creature. Number two, we have now made some enemies. Number three, I know I barely mentioned Christine. I'm leaving you all wondering about her until next chapter.

Tell me your thoughts, please review.

TheDragonEye