Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty One

{AN: the ideal song for this chapter is I Can't Make You Love Me by Tank. When you see this sign {[]} {[]} go ahead and play the song while you read for extra pheels!}

Erik took in steady breaths, trying to calm himself. He had no doubt of what his father would do if he were to spare his life... but truly, he doubted that he would go as far as to actually kill Christine...

Because no matter how much his father despised him, Christine was still very valuable to him. Though Erik's blood boiled at the thought, he knew for a fact that his father wanted to keep Christine, for whatever reason.

So he could either pull the rope, and hope that he could save Christine in time, or... he could risk his chances and just save Christine.

A strangled scream, coming from Christine, caused Erik to jerk from his thoughts, and; as his eyes locked with his Angel's, he knew exactly what he had to do.

Time almost seemed to drag by as Erik slowly let go of the lasso, the rope falling to the floor as his father jerked it off his neck.

His feelings, his emotions, were nothing but a blur as he was slammed into the wall, a large hand wrapped around his throat. He saw Christine's eyes widen in fear as she was thrown to the floor, tears spilling out of her beautiful emerald eyes as she stared up at him.

Finally, his instincts started to kick in as he deftly snatched his father's wrist and promptly twisted it, smirking in slight satisfaction as he heard the gorgeous sound of bones breaking.

Diable let out a snarl of pain, and glared at Erik, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. "I was going to let you take your precious little angel home, but your  rebellion has changed my mind! You have ten minutes with her, and then you will leave, and never return!"

Erik stared at his father in disbelief. Surely he didn't expect him to just obey him?

"You WILL do as I say, or I swear I will not hesitate to cover that pretty little throat in blood!"

Diable held his wrist, a twisted look of fury and pain combined on his face as he and Victorina walked towards the door.

"Ten minutes!" He hissed, before slamming the door, leaving the two alone in the dimly lit room.

Erik immediately went to Christine's side, taking her trembling form into his arms as he gently tilted her chin up and inspected the small wounds made from the knife.

His finger brushed against the cut slightly, bringing a whimper of pain from Christine.

"Oh Christine... I'm so sorry mon Ange.." he whispered, tears filling his golden eyes as he tenderly placed a kiss to her jawline.

Christine gazed up at him, her bottom lip trembling as she held onto him tightly. "P-please don't leave me.. Please!" she begged, her voice cracking terribly.

"I must... he will certainly kill you if I do not. But, my beautiful little Angel, you must stay strong, alright? I swear to you, that as long as the stars are shining, I will always come back for you. But he will not let me find you easily... I will never stop searching for you, do you hear me? You just stay alive, Angel."

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Tears fell from Christine's eyes, her eyes closing in pain as she fought back a sob, her body starting to shake violently from the stress she was being put under.

Erik gently used his thumb to brush the tears from her pale cheeks, his eyes searching hers as they, too, started to fill with tears.

Christine opened her mouth to speak, but he gently placed a finger on her soft lips, shaking his head slightly.