Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty Two

{If any of you enjoyed reading the last chapter with a song to set the tone, the perfect one for this chap is Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars. :) You can play it at any time during the chapter.}

The sound of two pieces of stone grinding together echoed throughout the lair, so loud that it could nearly drive a man crazy. And yet, through it all, Erik continued to grind the bricks together, ignoring the horrendous sound his actions were producing.

Blood splattered onto the blocks of stones, and yet still he continued. His hands were caked in both dried and fresh blood, the thick, crimson liquid dripping off of his torn fingertips into the puddle of blood on the ground beneath his feet.

The lair itself was cast into utter and complete darkness, so black that it was impossible to even attempt to see your hand in front of you. Every single candelabra was knocked over, and papers were literally scattered in any place that they could rest.

As for Erik himself... well... he was in an even worse condition than his lair was. His entire body was covered in blood, from wounds that he had inflicted upon himself in a desperate attempt to conjure up any idea as to where his father had moved Christine to.

"Christine..."

He whispered her name as a sinner would a broken prayer, his dull golden eyes squeezing shut as he tightened his grip on the jagged stones he was clutching onto, causing his hands to be cut even more.

Her beautiful face entered his mind, pushing away his shattered thoughts for a brief moment as he allowed himself to simply draw strength from her image in his mind.

Wild chocolate curls framed her perfect face, ivory skin glowing as her emerald eyes sparkled with life, her perfect soft lips tilted upwards in a smile as a slight blush crept up on her cheeks.

With a growl, he crushed one of the bricks in his hand, thus shattering the image of her from his mind.

Tossing away the remaining block of stone, he whipped around and smashed his fist into the wall, letting out a roar of anger as he did so.

Three months... he had been searching for her for over three months and yet there was still not even a hint of a sign as to where that Devil had drug her off to!

Sighing, he began pacing the floor of the lair, his dull golden eyes flashing and slowly starting to glow in the darkness.

He could not figure out where his father would have taken her... and every place he did manage to come up with, it was to no succes; for she was not there! It was almost as if he had.. pulled her off of the earth and taken her to the very Hell he claimed to rule over...

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She was nestled against the soft bed in which she rested on, her face buried in the pillows as she slept soundly, dreaming of the only thing keeping her alive right now.

"Erik..."

She mumbled in her sleep, drawing out an irritated grunt from the dark figure lying beside her. He reached over and stroked her hair, tugging on a strand with rough fingers. "Christine, my pet, you know that the only name you are allowed to whisper in that tone is mine." he hissed after he had waken the young soprano.

Christine's eyes opened, and yet she kept her mouth shut, refusing to answer. She refused to simply give in to this monster... and no amount of cruelty or harsh words or punishment would budge her stubbornness.

When it had been a few moments and there was still no response from Christine, he growled and in one moment had her turned over and smashed his lips cruelly to hers. His lips moved over hers, prying her mouth open, when she pulled away with a whimper.