My deepest apologies for the delay on this chapter. The holidays seemed to render me more busy than I'd thought they would. The reviews I've received have encouraged me to continue this, for which I could never thank you all enough for. Please, keep them coming. I tend to get discouraged from lack of reviews.

Very heavy trigger warning for this chapter. Read with caution, as it may make you extremely uncomfortable. Still, I would love if you could just hold tight. It wont be long until we get to meet Erik.

Nothing But A Lie

Chapter 5

Being out of the too cool apartment and in the warm sunlight for the first time in a week was almost overwhelming. Christine drank it in, breathing in the fresh air and closing her eyes briefly as she was led along the sidewalk path to an area of parked cars. Of course, the feeling of Sky's hand around hers made the moment way less sweet than she'd have liked, but it was still enough to fill her with hope that she would be able to go out more. Today, she would do her best to prove to Sky that she was trustworthy.

He could hardly look away from her face as it lit up with a sort of relieved joy. Sky hadn't seen genuine happiness from her since her time with him, and he vowed to do everything in his power to make her happy more often.

"Where would you like to go? I'll take you anywhere, baby."

She clenched her teeth. His little pet name for her never ceased to make her feel slightly nauseous. Repressing the urge to huff and roll her eyes, she thought about where she should choose to go. Definitely someplace outdoors, as the weather was perfect and she could use some sun. She'd often spent free days at the local park, feeding the ducks and living for the moments when friendly people let her pet their dogs. Though she didn't much like the idea of sharing those moments with Sky, she could think of nowhere else she wanted to be so badly.

"The park?" she asked hopefully, looking up at him.

He laughed. He should have known she was going to pick the place she frequented most often besides school, work, and church. "Of course. Perfect."

Sky led her to a sleek silver sedan and unlocked it with a remote, opening the passenger door for her. She got in and clicked her seatbelt, feeling oddly calm along with her excitement over being out of the apartment. The past week had been filled with nothing but crippling fear and anxiety, and going out in public with her kidnapper didn't frighten her at all surprisingly. Perhaps it was because he couldn't actually hurt her in front of other people.

"I trust you not do try anything funny while we're out, Christine," Sky said just then, his tone holding a subtle hint of warning.

"I won't," she sighed. "I promise."

He smiled at her and turned on the car, and her excitement grew as the engine purred to life. The radio had been set on a seventies rock station, and for a moment she was deafened by the sound of shrieking vocalists and electric guitars. Sky turned it down with an apologetic glance her way and buckled his seatbelt.

"You can choose the music," he suggested as he carefully pulled out of their apartment complex, and she fought herself from squealing with delight. Instead, she only smiled widely as she clicked through the stations until she found one she favored.

Christine seemed much more relaxed as he drove across town. She even sang along to the radio softly every so often when a song she knew came on. Her voice truly was lovely. Though he had no education when it came to music, it was easy to tell that her voice was something special. Entrancing. It wrapped around him in a soft caress, and it made him want her and gave him the urge to worship her all at once. Maybe he should have her sing for him more often.

The girl nearly bounced out of her seat when they approached the park, and her excited enthusiasm was very endearing. He maneuvered the car through the park's entrance and twisting roads to the parking lot, finding a spot and parking the car quickly. Christine was out of the car in an instant, but before he could panic or become angry, he realized she waited for him next to the trunk.

What a good girl.

Though tempting, Christine didn't run. She'd already decided she wouldn't try today, and even if she did, she wasn't fast or coordinated by any means. There was no doubt in her mind that Sky would catch her in an instant. He was obviously athletic, probably waking up early every morning to work out and shower before she ever even opened her eyes. The evidence was there in the abundance of work out clothes he owned and his toned, athletic build. So she waited outside the car until Sky joined her and took her hand.

He let her lead the way, and they simply walked for a very long time down the sidewalk path. He could tell she was content enough just being out in the open and warm under the sun. Every so often she would see a dog or a bird or a duck and she'd gasp in delight. Her love for animals was what he'd used to lure her to him in the first place, and he was happy to see that that fact hadn't changed anything.

His happiness was deterred when Sky caught sight of a little dark haired girl playing on the jungle gym in the distance, and his heart squeezed in pain. She looked a lot like…but no, she was much bigger than Peyton would be now. He stopped walking, staring at the child for a very long time, wondering if Peyton ever got to play at the park, and if she laughed and squealed the way the child in the distance was. It made him sick to his stomach that he didn't know…but her damn mother was so fucking intent on keeping him out of their lives…

Christine was confused when Sky had abruptly stopped them. She tried to see what he was watching; turning her head in the direction he was looking. The kids playing? Why was he…? Her hand began to cramp, realizing Sky held it much too tight. He continued to stare at the playground with some pained expression, his grip tightening more and more.

"Ouch! Sky, could you…that hurts."

Her voice broke him out of his trance, and he loosened his hold on her hand, swallowing. "Let's go," he then murmured.

"W-what?" Sky didn't answer her, only pulled her in the direction of where he'd parked his car. "Why? We-we just got here. I want to stay." He didn't seem to listen, so she yanked her hand from his and planted her feet on the ground. Her heart pounded when he turned and narrowed his eyes at her, realizing her mistake.

"Let's go, Christine," he said flatly. "Now." There was no mistaking the warning in his tone and gaze. Still, she had to try. She would be devastated to leave her favorite place so soon.

"Can't we just walk a little longer? Please, Sky? I don't want to go yet." Her lower lip trembled, and Sky huffed out a frustrated breath.

Looking around to make sure no one nearby was watching, he strode to her and grabbed her arm, ignoring her gasp of pain. "That's not how this works," he muttered through clenched teeth, leaning down to get in her face. She looked away from him. "You do what I say when I say it without argument. You'll be punished for this later. Now. Let's. Go." He began walking again, towing her along.

Christine didn't argue further, and she held back the tears of anger and pain and fear that wanted to burst. Sky pulled her along angrily, his grip on her arm still too tight. She endured their departure in silence, her jaw clenched all the while. The last thing she needed was to give into the urge to hit him and run off, which would only earn her a harsher punishment.

Pained, longing thoughts of Peyton still haunted Sky's mind as they got back to the car, though his anger had calmed some. He desperately needed to repress those thoughts, and what better way then to lose himself in the girl next to him? He glanced at Christine, and she was glaring forward with her arms crossed, obviously mad at him. That fact, surprisingly, turned him on. He smirked, remembering her slap. Where could they go to have a bit of privacy that wasn't home?

"How about a movie?" he suggested, and she just barely lifted and dropped her shoulders, not looking at him. He chuckled and began driving, wanting nothing more than to escape in a dark theatre for a couple of hours with her close to him.

Christine tried to ignore the way Sky was looking at her every few seconds as he drove. He had that creepy look in his eyes that he usually got when he wanted to kiss her or touch her. It made her skin crawl, and she sat still with her mouth shut the entire drive to the movie theater, not even singing along to the radio. When he stopped the car, she felt a sudden nervous twist in her stomach. For what, she had no idea.

"So, what do you want to see?" he asked cheerfully as they walked to the building. He put his arm around her as they walked, much to her dismay.

"You can pick. Just…nothing scary, please."

He laughed at that, promising that it wouldn't be scary. Once inside the sleek lobby, Sky used the ticket machine and got them seats for some comedy movie that was starting in the next ten minutes. "Perfect," he'd mumbled, paying with a sleek credit card. "Do you want some popcorn, Christine?"

"I'm fine."

Sky handed her a ticket and smiled. "I'll get some and we can share. How does that sound?"

She merely nodded, faking a smile, and walked with him to the concession counter. After ordering them popcorn and two bottles of water, they showed their tickets to the bored looking teenage girl at the podium. "Last theater on the right," she murmured, her voice tired.

"Thank you," Christine said, smiling at her. It felt amazing to speak to someone who wasn't Sky.

They walked down the long carpeted hallway, and a small crowd of people were exiting one of the theaters on their way. Christine soon recognized one of her friends who she'd had classes with last semester, and both their faces lit up in recognition.

"Christine Daae, is that you?" He asked in his slightly accented English, smiling. His white teeth contrasted with his brown skin.

"Reymundo!" She squealed, running up to hug him. "It's so good to see you! How's your summer?"

"Oh, it's been great! I've just been working as stage manager at the little theater. It's taken up most of my time."

"Wow, that's really great, Rey. I'm so proud of you!"

Sky watched the scene in front of him, hating how animated she was with some kid her age. It was totally different from the way she interacted with him.

"Christine," Sky's annoyed voice sounded at the same time that she felt him put a possessive arm around her shoulders. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Rey watched his sweet friend Christine's face fall slightly as the unfamiliar man interrupted their conversation. It was strange the way he held her close to him, as if he were trying to make it clear that she was his. He almost shook his head in confusion; for there was no way that guy was with Christine. He was way older than them!

"Oh…sorry. Yeah. Rey, this is Sky. Sky, this is my friend Reymundo. We had classes together last semester." He kidnapped me and hurt me and I need help! The words were on the very tip of her tongue. She couldn't decide whether she should just forget her original plan and deal with the consequences or not. This could be a chance for her to be free…or it could end in Sky locking her in the basement and hurting her even worse.

Before she could decide what to do, Sky spoke up. "Nice to meet you. I'm Christine's boyfriend," he said smugly. Sky could tell the boy was surprised, but he tried to hide it, just smiling and nodding.

"You too," Rey said. He couldn't help but notice how Christine stared at the floor tensely, her face seeming paler than usual. Maybe she and her boyfriend were in a fight or something.

Sky began to lead her away. "Well, we have to catch our movie."

"Oh, okay…" Rey waved at Christine, concern in his expression. She tried to smile reassuringly at him.

"Bye, Rey," she called from behind her shoulder. "It was nice to see you again. I hope I'll see you when school starts!"

Before she could hear Rey's response, Sky had already pulled her inside the theater door, and he led them up the stairs to the very top row of seats. The movie must have been out for a while, because there were only a few other people inside, already seated in one of the lower middle rows. "Your friend was nice." He commented as they sat, chewing on some popcorn. He offered her some and she took a small handful. "You seemed to really like him."

Christine didn't respond, trying to focus on the previews on the huge screen instead.

"He sure seemed to like you too…" Sky pressed, and his tone made Christine tense.

"We're just friends," she said. "I've never even seen him outside of class before today."

The dim lights of the theater went even darker, signaling that the movie was beginning, and Sky didn't respond. His foul mood was coming back. He still couldn't forget the little girl at the park who'd reminded him of Peyton, and seeing Christine so happy around her little guy friend didn't helping anything either. She'd run up to him and hugged him so eagerly. Couldn't he have just one thing in his life that was absolutely his? That he didn't have to worry about being stolen or running away from him?

He chewed angrily on popcorn for a while, trying to focus on the movie and ignoring how Christine would anxiously glance his way every so often. The movie wasn't that funny despite it being a comedy, and it didn't help to clear his mind like he'd hoped. Placing his forgotten popcorn on the floor, he chugged half of his water and turned toward her.

She had been watching him fearfully instead of the movie, gauging his mood and not liking the frustration she saw. When he caught her looking at him, she looked forward quickly, but not before noticing that strange look in his eyes that made her stomach twist. She fell an actual roll of nausea when Sky softly rested a hand on her upper leg.

Why focus on a crappy movie when he had a much better way to entertain himself sitting right next to him? Sky needed to lose himself in Christine, needed to forget his troubling thoughts and memories and just focus on the intoxicating girl that belonged to him. He touched her leg with one hand, and then wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer, ignoring how she inhaled a tense breath and stiffened.

"You're mine, you know," he whispered in her ear, kissing the skin underneath it. His hand scooted up her thigh, and she could feel frightened, disgusted tears begging to well in her eyes. "All mine. No one will ever touch you besides me." He kissed her neck, his hand now trailing up her torso and softly groping at her breast. She'd never been touched sexually by anyone before, and she wanted nothing more than to scream and fight. Somehow, though, she managed to stay frozen and silent, too afraid and repulsed to do much else.

Oh, how she'd often imagined what her first experience with a man would be like. She was a young woman with urges like anyone else, after all, though she'd never been eager or comfortable to see to those urges herself. She figured her first touches would be with her husband, of course, on their wedding night. He would be gentle, loving, sweet, caring…and she would be content and willing.

Never did she imagine that it would be with an awful person who wanted to take her life away. Never did she imagine that it would be with a man willing to hurt her and make her suffer through her worst fears. Never did she imagine it would be in a dark, public place with strangers in the same room. But it was. And it was awful.

"You're such a good girl," he murmured quietly, kissing the delicious skin of her neck, marveling at how she stayed quiet and still. He ignored the hard throbbing of himself in his pants and continued to trail his hands along Christine; her thighs, her soft, bare arms, her stomach, her breasts—God, her breasts—until he finally couldn't take it anymore and slipped a hand between her legs.

He ignored her choking gasp, her shuddering, silent sobs, and he stroked that special, secret place over her dress. "You feel so good, baby," he moaned softly, imagining how soft and warm and wet she probably was underneath her clothes. He couldn't wait to fully feel her, fully taste her.

Christine began to understand that her tears were no good. Her quiet weeping did nothing to deter Sky from his molestation, and the only time she brought herself to whisper, "Please stop," he only touched her more firmly, more insistently, biting her ear in warning. That is when her sobs ceased, and she could only stare forward in frozen shock, blocking out what was happening. She almost felt like she had left her body, feeling and hearing nothing. How grateful she was for those fleeting moments of numbness.

Thankfully, when the movie ended, so did Sky's attentions. Christine felt strange when he finally stood and led her down the stairs, sort of trance like. She was vaguely aware that he spoke to her as they exited the theater, but she hadn't quite caught what he said. Though, of course she didn't make much effort to listen, either way.

They walked down the hallway, Sky keeping an arm around her shoulder, and his momentary bliss was forgotten when he studied her. Christine's face was pale and lifeless, her eyes red and her lips parted slightly. She didn't respond when he made mindless small talk about the movie, though he hadn't really expected her to. Still, he worried. She looked…strange. Sick. His worry intensified when she abruptly stopped, looking toward the restrooms they had been passing.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke in barely above a whisper, "I need a moment."

"Okay. Go ahead, baby," he said, watching her stumble into the ladies room with furrowed brows. Seeing how him touching her had affected her was difficult, but then he reminded himself: She's yours. You do what you want to her and she won't leave. She can't leave. She has to learn to deal with it. His shook away the remorse, focusing instead on the memory of the feel of her.

After vomiting heavily in one of the stalls of the bathroom, Christine's head finally felt clear again, unfortunately back to reality. Her body quivered as she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth, and she felt disgusting and exhausted and wanted nothing more than to scrub her skin raw until she might get the awful feel of Sky off her. Even his stench was all over her, the scent of his cologne unmistakable, clinging to her dress.

She wanted to burn it.

When she got back to her prison she would bathe in scalding hot water until there wasn't a trace of him at all on her skin. But…that wasn't possible, was it? He would always be there, around her, just waiting to taint her with him.

Turning off the sink and drying her hands, Christine took a deep, shuddering breath and refused to cry again. She feared if she began she would be unable to stop, and she'd cry until she was reduced to nothing at all.

Sky's patience was exhausted, and he was just about to sneak inside the restroom and snatch Christine back when she appeared out the door. Sighing in relief, he wordlessly took her hand and led her back to the car, suddenly very excited to take her home and know that she was indeed his, and she couldn't go anywhere.