Hey guys, just an FYI, this is a rated M story and there is rape in the first section of this chapter. If you wish to skip it, just go ahead and go down to the second part. You have all been warned. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

~nibblesfan

She curled up into fetal position, waiting for the inevitable. This had become the norm for her: constant abuse and rape from Javert. All hope of ever escaping and returning home had long since vanished. For agonizingly long years, she had been trapped in this cage, forced to be the gypsy's plaything.

Her battered body ached from Javert's frequent beatings. She had to count herself lucky though. Many others that were held here against their will had fallen victim to Javert and his whip. The few 'exhibits' she had seen from her cage often had deep scars. She had been spared that much because he didn't want to ruin his favorite toy. His temper still meant he still hit her, but those cuts and bruises healed.

Javert walked into the tent and let himself into the cage. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, waiting for the inevitable. One glance at his trousers told her that she wouldn't be able to escape being assaulted tonight.

He dragged her to her feet and threw her back against the iron bars. His pants dropped to the ground as he approached her. One hand seized her breast while the other went between her legs, his fingers sliding in and out of her.

She wanted to fight him but that would only infuriate him. The first lesson she had learned was that it was best to just stay still and take the abuse. It would be over faster.

After he was done toying with her body, he pulled away for a moment, but she knew the worst was yet to come. Javert pressed up his hardness against her. An involuntary whimper escaped her lips as he roughly entered her. The only defense she had was to remain limp and wait for it to be over.

Her head bowed, she bit the inside of her cheek to avoid crying out again as Javert thrust inside of her again and again. She screamed as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. After a few more painful thrusts, he finally grunted and came inside her. She kept silent, knowing that speaking would only infuriate him, but tears slid down her face.

When he was done with her, he threw her to the ground. She curled into fetal position, waiting for him to make his next move. Javert didn't disappoint, kicking her hip and making her eyes water in pain.

Kneeling next to her, he seized her wrists, and tied them tightly to one of the cage bars before stuffing a scrap of fabric into her mouth. She used to wonder why he tied her up, but he had to keep her quiet. After all, a blonde haired, blue-eyed girl in the middle of a gypsy camp would raise suspicions. If she were to scream or attract attention, Javert would have a very hard time explaining her. Anymore it was simply habit for him. They both knew she had long since learned her lesson and wouldn't dare try to escape again.

Leaving her there, he went to go attend to the fair. She closed her eyes in relief. Today's beating had been mercifully short. Even if her hip was throbbing, she was glad that was it. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the only place she was still free: sleep.

Erik injected the needle into his arm. If only Christine could see him now. If she thought he was loathsome before, it was nothing compared to now. He was a despicable monster living under an abandoned opera house, with no company besides his morphine. His old habit was the only way he had found to cope with losing his angel.

Memories came rushing back. Christine leaving him, that fop kissing her on the rooftop, the first time he had brought her to the lair, when she first arrived at the Opera Populaire. But the memories didn't end with Christine. Antoinette bringing him here, the traveling fair, the gypsies, and Javert with his whip also flashed through his mind. Desperate to forget his past, Erik quickly pressed down on the syringe.

He leaned back with a sigh as the drug flooded his veins. Isolation had always been his constant companion, but now without the opera house and music to occupy his time, he had realized just how empty his life really was.

The only thing that eased the pain of his past besides the drug was the fact that Javert was dead, killed with his own two hands. Erik knew there would be no way anyone else could suffer the same abuse he had. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into the hazy cloud of the drug.

She awoke to the sound of the door to the cage opening. A gypsy girl, not much younger than herself, knelt next to her and gently pulled out the gag. "How are you?" the new arrival asked softly. She shrugged. "I know he doesn't let you talk, but I promise I won't tell him." She just shook her head. Javert somehow knew everything that went on in the fair; she wasn't going to risk it.

"Are you thirsty? I have some water for you," the gypsy said as she untied her wrists. She took it gratefully. This girl was the only one who had shown her any kindness since Javert had kidnapped her.

The gypsy looked at the torn, ill-fitting, and threadbare rags that barely covered her body. It was the same dress she had been wearing when he had abducted her. "I asked him if I could give you one of my dresses, just so you'd have something, but he refused. He…well…he said…he said you didn't even need the one you have. You know that I hate what he's doing to you. If I could stop him, I would. But he'd kill you if I tried to help you escape." She shrugged again, knowing there was nothing the gypsy girl could do.

"Chavi!" Javert's voice suddenly boomed as he stormed into the tent. "What are you doing in here? I told you to say away from her!"

Her face paled. "Father…I…I was just giving her some water," Chavi stuttered. "You don't want her to die of thirst do you?"

He glared at her and his voice grew dangerous. "Get out. Now."

"But…but…"

Javert grabbed his daughter's shoulder and threw her out of the tent. "If I catch you in here again, there will be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes…it's just that…" Chavi sputtered.

"Go!" he ordered. His daughter looked like she wanted to protest further, but she knew that arguing further would only cause more pain to the girl in the cage. Her head hung low, she left.

Chavi out of the way, Javert turned his attention back to her. He was seething, but she wondered why. It wasn't the first time he had caught Chavi trying to help her. Had something happened outside?

With no explanations, he threw her to the center of the cage. His foot made contact with her stomach repeatedly. She tried curling up to avoid the blows, but his boot caught the edge of her `face, blackening her eye.

Suddenly his fearsome whip was in his hands. Her eyes grew wide and she started to beg for mercy. Ignoring her pleas, the whip cracked down over her back. She screamed in agony as it left a deep cut across her back from her left shoulder to her right hip. Satisfied, Javert kicked her once more before placing the whip back on his hip and leaving the sobbing girl once more.