Captivity Defined

Chapter Six

This was it. The moment he had been waiting for... The very place in time where the sun seemed to stand still and time.. Was no more.

Everything had gone perfectly... Now all he needed was for his beautiful Jeune Mariée to wake up.

He laid her gently down on the silky midnight-black sheets, giving into the urge to touch the soft skin on her neck with his lips, ever so slightly.

His golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the dark golden hue transforming into an almost amber-gold color as he patiently waited for her to awaken.

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A spicy, soft scent was all around her, it's scent alluring Christine to her senses. There was something in the way that she lay on the bed... Or maybe it was the unfamiliar silkiness against her long legs that caused her to realise she was not in her own bed..

But the bed was so blissfully soft, and it enveloped her petite form as a cocoon does to a butterfly. The pillows behind her head were soft and yet firm at the same time... It was the perfect mixture which blended together, which caused one to make a wish to sleep all day.

"Good morning, Christine."

At the ever-familiar sound of her beloved Angel's voice, Christine slowly managed to get her eyes open, causing her to lock eyes with the very same one that had spoken...
But he had spoken in the voice of her Angel... Surely.. Surely this was not real?

"Angel...?" She whispered softly, her tone barely audible. "Am I.. Dreaming..?"

The figure in the corner chuckled, and the deep, intense sound caused shivers to run up innocent young Christine's spine as she sat up, her soft eyes holding a confused mess of emotions within their deep emerald depths.

"How I am glad that you are not indeed in a dream, my sweetest Christine."

Christine stared at the figure in the corner, trying to search for any hidden clue that would explain to her as to why the voice of her Angel was coming from the mysterious figure in the corner. "I thought... I thought Angels couldn't show themselves.." She whispered, and yet as she did so her heart, which was so delicately fragile, shattered into a million pieces as she realised that her Angel, her Guide, her Teacher... Was not an Angel at all.

"How could you.." She whispered softly, her words broken up by tears that had started streaming down her soft, ivory skin. She closed her eyes in emotional pain, her dark eyelashes brushing against her cheeks while the tears traveled steadily, following the course of gravity.

"Now now my dear Christine you mustn't cry... I know that I have hurt you and I am indeed sorry for my betrayal but it was necessary... Greater loss for the greater gain my child. Please cease your crying... You have nothing to fear for your future.."

These words, spoken gently in a sweetening, soothing tone, instantly seemed to calm the quivering girl's tears as she slowly stopped crying.

His golden eyes shone in the darkness, reflecting what little light which was shining in the darkest corner of the room. He was enthralled by the power which he held over her through his voice. Many were, of course, controlled by its alluring affect, but he had thought Christine to be of a stronger mind. Perhaps this would be to his advantage, however.

"Thank you my dear.. Now you must listen closely to what I am to say to you next, for it is what your very future is going to be."

He waited until he received a meek nod from the young soprano, before continuing on.

"You will be living here with me, from now on. I cannot protect you from this world unless you are with me, so therefore you will stay with me, and only me, for the rest of your days, which shall be awhile I should presume."

Christine stared at the dark figure, her eyes wide. Stay with him? A complete and total stranger..? What was his plan to do with her? Would he ever free her? What if he was mean to her...? "Please don't hurt me," she begged, wrapping her arms around her torso as if to protect herself from an unseen enemy waiting to pounce. "I do not understand why I must stay with you but please do not hurt me..."

The figure in the corner stiffened, and he would admit that her words hurt him to his very core. Hurt her? Whatever made her think he would ever, ever lay hand on her without her permission?

"No my dear, I will not hurt you. But you must stay here with me."

Christine felt her body stiffen in fear at the thought of living here, unbeknownst to the world that she was missing, or that she might very possibly die. "I do not want to stay here." She spoke softly, sensing that angering the man in the corner would not prove out to be in her favour.

"It does not matter what you want as of current my Christine, you will want to stay here eventually. But until then we must.. Make a deal, so as that we may assume that we may trust one another to hold up to the promises one should make."

"I cannot make you a promise." Christine stubbornly replied, her fear settling down and letting her common sense take over. "You are a complete stranger to me, why should I trust you? Why should I let you have something so beautiful as a promise?"

The figure in the corner laughed at her naive ways, obviously blissfully unaware of exactly who she was refusing.

"Ah but you do know me my child... Unless perhaps you have forgotten all your years with your Angel?"

She could feel herself weakening with every golden-smooth word which flowed from his mouth, and it did not take her long before her final wall came down, much to the satisfaction of her captor. "What is this deal?" She asked, her voice locked onto the dark figure in the corner.

"You will not try to run from me, nor to escape, for this is no escape from me. You will honour that promise.., and you will allow me to continue your teachings. And in return, I shall treat you like the Queen you ought to be, but for surely you are already my Queen, though you know it not as of yet. I shall respect your wishes of privacy, if you should do so much as to respect mine. But you shall realise that this, is my home, and I will come and go wherever, and whenever I please. Have you comprehended all of that my dear?"

Christine nodded slowly, her mind still trying to unwrap all of the elegance in which that one little speech possessed into a phrase which she could understand. As far as she could tell, it looked as if she were to belong to him either way, so she might as well go along with it for now and hopefully one day she would be set free from this cage. "Very well." She murmured softly, her eyes downcast as she knew she had just locked herself in her own prison, and willingly at that.

He smirked, and then stood, causing Christine to gasp at his imposing stature.

"Very good choice my dear.. Very good indeed. But there is one last thing that I... Forgot to mention. As you shall be living with me for the rest of your eternity, it is only proper, that you should accept my token of engagement until the day that you decide you are ready to marry me."

And with that being said, he was before her in the blink of an eye, holding out the most beautiful ring she had ever seen in her life. But before she could even think about what the ring even looked like, his smooth voice penetrated through her mind.

"Do we have a deal, Miss Daaé?"

{ Erik and Christine's rings shown at the beginning of the chapter. I know it may seem as if I am moving fast and for that I apologise, but it is necessary to get the story to where it should be. I apologise for any misspelt words, because it is 11:30 here and I'm half asleep.
Anyways thank you to all who have favourited/reviewed this story so far! Please continue doing so, because it encourages me to keep writing! <3 }