Thoughts of Love

Chapter 8

Raoul's POV

"Christine!" I kept shouting for her. Where the hell was she. I needed to find her quickly before Erik did.

Suddenly I hear someone rushing down the hall. I duck behind the corner and wait quietly. It is a woman, and her breaths are loud. The woman rushed past me, not seeming to notice me. I grab her wrist as quickly as I can.

"Christine!" I shout.

She looks back at me and her face goes pale white. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but I don't feel sympathy for her.

"Where have you been? I have looked everywhere for you. Have you been with Erik?"

A long silence goes between us. She finally meets her eyes with mine and another second goes by.

She turns and tries to rip away from me, but my grip is too strong.

Christine's POV

Despite my efforts to pull away from Raoul, I can't.

He yanks me in close to him with lots of force. My wrist feels like it is going to break any second.

"You are going to wish you never ran away from me," Raoul said with a smirk.

He pulls me forcefully into a nearby bedroom in the opera house. This could be terrible, and no one will be able to save me now.

Raoul throws me down onto a bed and tears off all of my clothing.

"If you even think about screaming for help, I will inflict worse pain upon you."

He gets on top of me and starts kissing me with no passion. It only feels like I am being violated. I close my eyes, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

Then he stands up and starts thrusting upon me. And it hurts so badly that I want to scream. But I can't.

"See, Christine. You should learn not to run away a day before our wedding. Or ever, that is. We will be moving soon enough, so this never happens again."

He keeps thrusting and I hear the sound of a door being swung open.

Erik'S POV

My God, he is laying with her, thrusting himself into her!

I run as quickly as I can at that scum that is trying to hurt my angel. Hit as hard as he could be, he falls to the ground.

I grab the unclothed Christine and hurry away.