Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty

Christine's eyes were closed, soft sighs escaping her slightly parted lips as she slept, a peaceful expression settled over her beautiful face, only adding to her beauty even more.

Diable watched Erik's little Angel sleep, his gaze thoughtful as his eyes roamed over her face. What exactly should he do with her whilst he waited for Erik to come rescue her?

His gaze roamed over her perfect lips, bringing a dark smirk to the Dark lord's face. Soft, light pink, and slightly parted, they practically begged him to kiss her.

Sighing dramatically, Diable pursed his lips, reaching out to stroke her gorgeous cheekbones. But before he could even manage to feel for himself how soft her ivory skin truly was, her eyes fluttered open, and she let out a gasp of breath as she hastily sat up and scooted away from him, her eyes wide and full of fear as she looked at him.

"Oh, my darling..." he chuckled deeply, sitting back in his chair, his golden eyes flickering in amusement. "How I've missed those entrancing emerald eyes of yours!"

Christine gazed at him warily, scooting even farther away from the evil lord. "Do not speak to me." she hissed, her voice cracking with the fear she tried so desperately tried to conceal.

At those words, Diable burst into a fit of laughter, his deep laugh echoing around the room, the tone mocking and harsh.

"Christine, you don't understand." His expression turned serious, and he leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees as he stared intensely into the poor trembling girl's eyes. "I am Lord Diable. I speak to whomever I so wish to, I touch whomever I please, and I treat my prisoners however I want." He smirked darkly, inching closer to Christine with every word that he spoke.

Christine scooted further and further away from him, all the way to the edge of the bed. Not realizing it, however, she fell off the edge with a squeal of surprise, but was immediately caught by two very strong arms.

Diable wrapped his arms tighter around her petite form, taking the opportunity to pull her closer to him, smirking.

"Well, my beauty, I do believe that it is a rather good thing that I was here to catch you! We do not want to mark up your beautiful little head any more than necessary, now do we?"

Christine grimaced, and tried to free herself from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip on her.

"No no no no, my love! You must stay with me! Perhaps.. perhaps we shall make time go by quicker, hmm?" He purred, then narrowed his eyes as he caught Christine shivering slightly. "Oh my dear!" He exclaimed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he laid Christine down on the bed. "You should have told me that you were cold! But don't fret, dearest, for I know the most delightful way in which to warm you up very quickly!"

Christine's eyes widened as she caught on to what he was implying, a blush tainting her lovely ivory skin with a satiny red color. "N-no!" she whispered hoarsely, sitting up. "Stay away from me!"

A dark, devilish chuckle erupted from Diable's perfectly sculpted lips, as he leisurely sat down on the bed and easily pushed her back down, leaning over her frail form.

Christine let out a shrill shriek as his hand grabbed ahold of her wrists and pinned them to the bed, but the sound was immediately deterred by the sound of the door flying open.

Diable was suddenly jerked backwards by an almost unhuman like strength, and Christine's eyes flew open to see the one person that gave her the feeling of flooding relief and yet at the same time an unforboding sense of fear.

"Erik..."

The masked man's eyes flew to her own, a bad mistake on his part as it gave Diable the opportunity to slip from his grasp and send Erik flying backwards into a table. Christine's eyes widened but Erik stood and shook himself off, and as his posture straightened and he stared his father down; she couldn't help but notice just how much of a true King he was. Surely he belonged from some other realm! From some other planet where such people could fight with a grace and accuracy such as this!

The two men, tall and graced with an elegance that could cause any woman to swoon, circled each other warily; two pairs of golden eyes locked on the other, their posture perfect, and each waiting for the other to attack first.

"I dont know how you found me," Diable sneered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke, "but you are not leaving here with what you came for! I will defeat you, and Christine will just simply have to stay with me! Oh, imagine the possibilities!" A wicked smile appeared on his face, as father taunted his son, causing Erik's hands to form into tight fists. "In fact, you were definitely interrupting something! And when I have beaten you like the poor, lost child you are, we shall continue what I started, and oh believe me when i say that it will be my name she screams out-"

That was all that it took for Erik to explode, ascending towards his father as the punjab lasso whipped out with a flick of his wrist, a loud, animalistic roar filling the room.

Once again, the two separate men seemed to become one as they fought; a whirlwind of black capes swooshing and limbs flying as the war raged between them.

However,both men were so intent on destroying the other, that they both failed to notice someone else sneaking into the room. Someone very, very feminine.

Erik fought his father with all the strength and training he had ever received as an assassin, but for every blow that he managed to strike, it was countered by his father. Giving a low growl of hatred, Erik swung his elbow into Diable's jaw, taking the older man by surprise. The blow, however, had given Erik just the right amount of time he needed to slip the punjab lasso, now stained with Erik's own blood, around the strong neck of the dark man.

Tightening the lasso, Erik was blinded by bloodlust as his rage consumed him, but a cry of pain from Christine immediately had Erik's golden orbs moving to her.

Christine's eyes locked with Erik's, her emerald gaze wide in fear as she gulped nervously, her hands grasping the arm of the woman currently holding a blade to her throat.

Erik's heart shattered as he recognized just another trick used by his father. Another game... that he was destined to lose. Either way he chose, he could not win.

"Go on," Diable rasped, a smirk adorning his handsome features as he choked for breath. "Tighten that rope some more, my son. Tighten it and relish in your father's death as you see the blood pour down you're Angel's soft skin. Let the glory of your victory fill the emptiness her death will leave in your blackened soul! Let yourself be engulfed in the pride of a killing as you recognize that the one weakness you had in your life is now gone!"

Erik's grip tightened on the catgut rope as the blade inched deeper into Christine's skin, a small trickle of blood now beginning to form from the pressure of the knife. Tears filled Christine's eyes as she silently begged him for her life, her face as pale as that of a dead person as the fear shone from her emerald gaze.

"You see my son, love is weakness. You can't ever afford to have weakness with such enemies as that of which you have, and yet here, standing before you, is the greatest weakness of all times! So, make your choice! It is either I, and you shall watch as the only person that gives you the hope of love dies before your very eyes, or her, and your hope for revenge fades away as you disappear from the edge of the earth to never be seen again!"

Victorina pressed the blade harder against Christine's throat, causing a slow, but steady stream of blood to start trickling down her ivory skin. "Do choose quickly, for my arm grows tired and the blade might slip," she hissed, her flashing eyes locked onto Erik's tortured golden ones.

Erik fingered the rope, his already-tortured soul shattering as his two urges, one for love and the other for revenge. Erik let out a low growl, filled with an emotional pain unlike ever before as he made his decision on which was most important to him.

{AN: Yay a cliffhanger! Thank you SO MUCH for being patient with me! The next chapter will be along soon, hopefully!

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