My Angel of Music

Being Used

I woke up to my hair being brushed from my face, and cool breath on my bare shoulder. I fluttered my eyes open and smiled at my husband smiling at me. I giggled, forgetting the stresses of last night and of the past days. "Erik!" I cried as he began to tickle my side. "Stop it! Erik, no!" I yelled between laughter. He ignored me, but when I accidently hit him in the face with my elbow, he stopped. I covered up my giggle with my hand and watched as his scowl turned into a chuckle. "I'm so sorry!" I laughed as he pulled me to him.

I stradled him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He raised his eyebrows at my sudden intimacy. I sneered and slowly bent down to kiss him. I stopped right before my lips touched his, hovering as our breath heated eachothers lips. We gazed into eachother's eyes, all joking forgotten. And then, the distance became too much, and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. His lips roughly crashed into mine, and I moaned with the force. He didn't stop, and I didn't want him to.

But all too soon, it ended with a knock at the door. I quickly pulled away and repositioned my hair and clothing. "Come in!" I called out. The door gently flung open, and John timidly walked in with a white bag. I eyed the bag curiously but smiled at the man all the same. "Good morrow, Monsieur John!" I greeted. He half smiled back and stopped at Erik's bedside. "And what can we help you with, boy" Erik asked.

John gulped and looked at his feet. "The doctor has ordered me to do this." He pulled out long, thick slips of white rope. I crossed my brows. He took one and gently placed it around Erik's wrist. Then, he tied his hand to the bed post. "What are you doing?" I asked defensively. John sighed and ignored me as he did the same to Erik's other hand and his feet. When he was completely restrained, he turned his attention to me. "Dr. Huntsley demanded that I restrain Monsieur Erik." He stated simply.

I held onto Erik's shoulder. "And why would he ask you to do that?" I hissed. John gulped and shrugged awkwardly. I sighed and waved him away. "If you have no information than be on your way." I ordered, a little sterner than I was used to. He nodded and scurried out the door.

I turned to the tied up, vulnerable Erik. His face was a mask of toughness, but I knew better. I knelt by his side in an act of submissiveness. "Angel, do not fear. I will do whatever I can to keep you safe." I pledged. Erik scowled, though under it I could see lovingness. "No, Christine. It is I who vows to protect you, no matter what the cost."

I smiled and kissed his hot cheek in an attempt to ease his ill mind. Though mine was not in any better condition. I climbed onto the cot, gathering my blue gown in my hands to keep from tripping. Once safely on the bed, I snuggled closer to his side and laid my head on his vulnerable chest. "I'll just pretend your arms are around me." I joked, trying to bring light to the dark mood. He chuckled and turned his head towards mine and gazed into my eyes. He looked past my face and into my very soul, a power which I knew he had over me. I sighed longingly at his emerald gaze.

"I wish I could seize you and gather you in my arms to hold forever." He whispered. I didn't reply, for his eyes still held mine in a hypnotic glare. He blinked, and I was set free.

"Why did you do that?" I breathed out loudly. He hadn't done that since.....since he was the Phantom of the Opera. "To see if I still could." He whispered back. I blinked. "Of you course you can."

"To see if I still held some power over you." He whispered another answer. "You hold complete power over me. I am your puppet. Just ask and I will do it for you, Angel." I sighed lovingly. Suddenly, he chuckled, breaking my trance. I breathed out the breath I had been holding in. "And you like the trance I put you in?" He asked. I nodded furiously, not even needing to think about it. I used to despise it when he had any sort of power over me. But now, it made me feel whole and loved.