Captivity Defined

Chapter Nineteen

"Get ahold of yourself!"

A loud roar swept throughout the elaborate cave, and a resounding crash was heard as yet another chair was tossed across the room as if it were but a mere feather. An angry growl escaped from the lips of one certain Erik Destler as he shoved down a candelabra that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You are disgusting! A vile creature that is an eyesore for humanity!"

He snatched up a stack of papers, throwing them up in the air and watching in sickening satisfaction as they scattered, and fell to the floor.

Looking around at the lair, it was now absolutely unrecognizable. The entire floor was covered in sheet music and unfinished songs, poems, and drawings. Almost every candelabra that wasn't lit was lying down on the floor, and pieces of furniture scattered the area from where they had been ruthlessly tossed into walls. Every mirror that was visible was cracked, and if you looked closely, you could see streaks of blood running down the surface of them, a small pool gathering at the base of the mirrors.

Erik's knuckles were bleeding profusely, and shards of mirror were sticking out from his hands, but he felt no pain, and if he did; he cared not about it.

The inner turmoil inside of him simply overwhelmed his entire thought process, thus succeeding in the mess around him.

As Erik looked around his once-perfect lair, he noticed just how disastrous it looked. And yet he couldn't help the strange feeling of satisfaction that burst throughout his soul, knowing that he could clean it all up just as fast as he had created it. Even so, he could only imagine what Christine would say had she seen his lair...

Christine. Erik growled at the mere thought of her name and kicked over another candelabra angrily. It was her fault that he was feeling this way. She had utterly intoxicated him! There was just something about her that made his blood boil, and his body burn with a fever. One look from her could have him on his knees, begging her to allow him to show her the pleasures he had to offer, and yet when she bit her lip... Everything inside of him grew into a predatory urge that made him want to throw her onto the bed and tie her up, just as he had done a while ago, except not just leave her there.

No, he could show her how torturous he could be, and how much pleasure could be even more torturous than pain.

Shaking his head, Erik released an agitated roar at where his thoughts were quickly heading. See! Even now she was controlling his emotions, his thoughts, his actions!

"You little vixen."

He hissed, angrily, as he slowly sat down by the lake, attempting to try and calm himself.

"You have no idea what you do to me... How one small word from your soft lips can have me going crazy, craving something that I know I cannot have. You are a tease! Flaunting before me, teasing me like the little temptress that you are! You have no idea of the things that you make me feel! No idea of the thoughts that were flooding my mind as you lay on my bed, as you looked up at me with your mesmerizing emerald eyes!"

Erik snarled and carelessly threw a nearby rock into the water, his breathing becoming heavier with each word out of his mouth.

"And you act so innocent!"

He roared the last word, banging his fist down hard upon the shore of the lake, ignoring the burning pain.

"You give me that devilish look, your lips part and you're breathing grows heavy as you reveal to me your secret desires, only to know that you would never give it to me! How dare you tempt me! How dare you think that you could get away with this! For you know my weakness. you know that I am a mere man! A mere man with feelings, and, and... DESIRES!"