Chapter 2 Meeting with Erik

Angel's Pov:

Her chain rattled as she stepped inside Erik's chamber, she stepped behind him as the door closed and she couldn't help but stare at the floor. There was no way out of this, this she knew. Once the door clicked shut, she turned to look up at Erik who had her chain in his one hands and he rested his other arm and head holding the door shut. A big sigh escaped him and she looked him over while he stood there unmoving.

He was tall handsome and muscular. Long purple and white scars ran all over his back, chests and arms. She wondered how he got them but knowing she couldn't ask she remained silent. He seemed to have forgotten she was there because he didn't move for some time. After what seemed like ages he slowly turned to her. Afraid he would catch her looking at him her eyes quickly darted around the room as though she were looking at her settings rather than him. The room was littered with paper, drawings of buildings, sheets of music, written letters and notes written in a neat scribble scattered the room.

"Why won't you just tell him what he wants to know?" Erik asked and her eyes darted up to meet his. She looked at his mask which covered the whole upper half of his face from his cheek bones to his forehead, his hair was slicked back except a few loose strands that had fallen forward. His mask was black and so were his eyes but as the light from the candles reflected off of them they appeared to be golden.

She nervously played with her chain collar and looked at the wall behind him.

Seeing she didn't feel comfortable with her fidgety behavior he decided to circle her, carefully looking at her over. Her chain slithered onto the ground his footsteps echoed in the room. She dared not move and as he came all the way around her he stopped again in front of her.

Another big sigh escaped him and he rubbed his right eye, slightly jarring his mask.

"Go over to the bed." He growled not looking at her. She turned and slowly made her way over to it stopping beside it. She could feel him following her his presence like heat on her back. Once at the bed she turned around to face him. He reached over and hooked her chain collar to a metal ring like the one on the throne room chair, and gave it a gentle tug to make sure it was secure.

"Why are you valuable to the kingdom?" He asked her.

She simply stared straight ahead at his chest and continued to fidgety with her chain.

Without warning he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her onto the bed he fell on top of her and still holding her throat yelled, "answer me!"

Her breathing quickened while he had her by the throat and she shook beneath him. His anger only lasted a minute though, and his grip loosened as he stared at her throat, before he let her go altogether. He had thought the hardness in his hand was his collar but pure shock filled his face when he realized that under the hard metal collar was an endotracheal pipe

"Please, forgive me." He said and quickly got off of her, he climbed off the bed and stood staring at her. "Can you speak?" He asked after a minute.

She sat up and shook her head no. Erik whose hair was now a mess turned to look around the room while he straightened his hair, quickly running his fingers through it and sticking it back.

"Can you write?" He asked her, grabbing a quill some ink and parchment paper, before turning to her. She nodded and he handed her the items he had acquired.

She held the quill in her hand ready to write and looked at him waiting for his question.

"What...what does the sultan want from you? Does he know you can't talk?" He asked.

She nodded yes before leaning over the parchment paper. Her hand shook as she wrote and Erik realized just how frightened she truly was. Once she finished writing she held out the paper and placed the quill down on his bed.

He grabbed the paper from her and wrote her shaky handwriting:

He wants a sword

Was scribbled almost illegibly on the paper.

"Well, where is it?" Erik asked, holding out the paper so she could take it back to answer his question.

Her eyes met his and she shrugged not even reaching out to grab the paper from him.

"You don't know?" He asked her

She shrugged again.

"It's a yes or no answer." He said coldly.

She rudely jumped up and grabbed the paper before hastily writing something on it and handing it angrily at him he grabbed it and read:

He must never find it.

" Do you know what he hired me to do, what my contract with him states?" Erik asked her.

She shook her head no and stood there trembling.

"The sultan hired me to build things, I occasionally torture people to find out things, and the sultan also allows me to put some women in their place who defy or disrespect him. I am deformed not many women will bed me willingly so he promised me these women to do with as I please. You my dear just fell into two categories at once. So you can tell me what he wants to know. Or I get to have some fun with you." Erik explained to her, he grabbed her chain and pulled her to him to show her he was serious.

She stumbled and fell against him, once she gained her composer she looked up at him he wrapped her chain around his hand bringing her closer and closer to him until her face was only a few inches away from his. In his other hand he still held the paper and tried again to hand it to her. She spat in his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before setting the paper down and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his face.

"I see what he means by defiance and disrespect." Erik said. She tried to push herself away from him but her chain was wrapped around his hand and he held it tight. He was like a brick wall and she was unable to move him.

"Fine, have it your way. Erik said and shoved her over to the bed.