Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty-Three

{For those of you that requested, a perfect song for Christine in this chapter would be Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift. :)

Also, I think it's worth mentioning that Diable has NOT raped Christine.}

Another sheet of music was abruptly tossed across the room, crumpled and torn in half as though it had gone through the roughest journey of it's short life. And yet, it wasn't but literally ten minutes later that another half-written sheet was unceremoniously thrown across the room as a growl of frustration escaped the masked man.

He ran his hands through his ragged, unkempt blonde hair, glaring at the now-blank music sheet in front of him as if it were an old enemy that had long ago committed an unforgivable crime. However, his gaze slowly started to soften as he realized why he couldn't seem to get his fingers to quit stumbling over one another, much less write a song.

"Christine..."

He whispered her name, his voice cracking slightly as his eyes closed and a single tear threatened to spill down his marred cheek beneath the mask. He let it fall, knowing that it would be no use to try to hold it back anyways.

Erik had been searching for his lost Angel diligently, but wherever Diable had taken her, he most definitely had not intended for Christine to be found.

Sighing, he removed his mask and placed it gently on the edge of his piano cover, wiping the tear away and sitting back down to try to compose a song, to help him sharpen his mind and figure out where that devil had drug his innocent little Angel off to.

. . . . . . . . . .

"CHRISTINE!"

Jerking up from her sleep, the brunette looked around with slightly wild eyes, her emerald irises flashing in fear briefly as she looked around the room, searching for the loud voice which had startled her from her wishful dreams.

It wasn't but a second later that Victorina slammed the door open, causing Christine to jump slightly in surprise.

"You're rather jumpy today," the other brunette commented, staring at Christine with a bored expression.

Christine glared at her, turning away as she wrapped the covers around her tightly, laying back down.

"Nope. No more sleep for you, the Master wants you in the dining room now, or he will gladly come up here to feed you himself. Oh and you know how much he enjoys that."

Christine stared at Victorina, slightly surprised by the seemingly jealous tone in the older girl's voice. Victorina stared coldly back, her eyes as icy as the North Pole as she slowly whipped around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Shaking her head slightly, Christine got up and dressed in a black dress, which was probably the darkest shade of black she had ever seen.

The neckline plunged farther than Christine felt comfortable with, and hugged her form greatly, exaggerating her every curve; but, alas, it was the most modest outfit Diable had given her.

She quickly brushed out her silky brunette curls, pinning them back as Diable had demanded of her. Slipping her feet into a simple black pair of flats, she hurriedly raced downstairs before Diable came up to fetch her himself.

"Ah, my little kitten, it's about time you decided to join me," the all-too familiar voice purred at her, sending a shiver of disgust down Christine's spine.

Ignoring his comment, she simply sat down, staring at the handsome man blankly.

The evil man resembled her Erik so much... and it literally tore her heart out whenever she was reminded that this was Diable, and not her Angel. Of course, not that she had much hope anyways... her Angel obviously was not coming for her.