As Christine holds her throat in agony from singing, she looks around and notices she's been taken somewhere dark and damp with very little room to move around with the only light source being a flickering candle. The phantom begins to speak in a deep sharp gentle tone, "Night time sharpens heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination." The phantom continues to speak as she becomes further and further into his trance. "Silently the sensors abandon their defenses. Slowly gently night unfolds it's splendor. Grasp it. Sense it. Tremble-some and tender." She begins to turn away and as she does, he grabs her gentle by the cheek and turns her face to face him. "Turn your face away from the careless light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light." His eyes locked with hers and he put his arm around her, with a gentle tone, he said " Listen to the music of the night, close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar." He began to run his fingers down her cheek and lifted her chin up to and for a moment their eyes locked but their gaze was broken was his lips leaned in near her ear he began to whisper softly, "And you'll live as you never lived before. Softly, deftly music shall surround you hear it feel it closing in around you open up your mind let your fantasies unwind. In this darkness which you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night." Slowly, he pulls away and extends his hand for her to grasp. She gazes at him for a short moment and without much hesitation, her hand was placed into his. Her eyes never left his and he pulled her towards him and they began walking. He stopped in front of a small bush where vines extended and were clinging to the stone wall. A single rose was laying among the leaves. It was a vibrant deep red and full of color. He stared at it before speaking and held it in his hand. "Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you want to be." He picked it and turned towards her and smiled. He placed it in her hair and ran his hands down her head tucking hair behind her ear and he began running his finger down her cheek and said softly,"Only then. Can you belong to me." Her body began to feel weak and with that, she collapsed. The phantom swiftly and smoothly rushed over to her catching her before she hit the floor and he scanned her limp body that lay in his arms. She listened to his words as she was carried "Floating. Falling. Sweet intoxication. Touch me. Trust me. Savor each sensation. Let your dream begin let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night." As he kept walking down the stone tunnel, he came to a stop and set her down gently onto a large soft bed. She gazed up at him and once more his fingers grazed her cheek as he whispered "You alone can make my song take flight." He stared at her and smiled sweetly and lips uttered, "Help me make the music of the night." She nodded her head and her eyes became heavy and soon enough she was fast asleep.
