Christine's Sister

Chapter Two

Raoul and a few of his fellow wealthy friends grabbed of Christine's little sister, and tied her arms behind her back.

Laughing Raoul grabbed her face, "Freak," he said, "My Christine is way more beautiful and talented that you. You demon!" He spat, outraged. He paced back and forth as his friends held her bound arms.

She knew there was no way out, no fight. For Raoul would beat her up, again, and again, and again, while he would spoil her sister with chocolates and pretend to be sweet because no one else knew.

"Lets sacrifice you to that freak, the Opera Ghost!" He suggested with a sly smirk, getting a nod in agreement from his fellow friends. They all bellowed in laughter enjoying feeling the control, the power of hurting a defenseless girl.

Rosalie did not struggle, nor fright as Raoul led a way through underground stairs with a light torch, his friends dragging her down with them. She never had came to a full conclusion of why Raoul despised her so much, all she knew was when they were children he saw her scars, and treated her poorly every since.

Rosalie was tossed onto stone stairs, apparently it was close to where the Phantom lives, or so they said- no one actually knew. Her body hitting the cold stone steps that haven't been used in years- or cleaned for that matter. This place was filthy with dust.

They places a note next to her, folded in an envelope, beside her so if the phantom found her, he could kill her, so they had hoped.

A few kicks were given to her stomach and back, until Raoul decided to go back to his chambers and sleep, being bored with the whimpering girl he called a freak. His and his friends soon left her down in the halls of what she presumed was a dungeon.

There she lay crying and laying on cold stone steps, not knowing where to go, or how to even get the energy to move her pained body. It hurt bad enough, they all pitched in on kicking her, even worse when she was so frail and boney.

She sobbed and cried, her breath hitching now and again, she couldn't stay here so she tried to lift herself. Having many difficulties as her hands were bound behind her back and she felt like she has the life kicked and beat out of her.

Stumbling once more, her legs gave out and made her body fall and crumble onto the steps, she cried once more, believing the stairs had most likely bruised her ribs. She felt so insolent, so stupid.

She felt her eyes shut, and reopen but she failed to keep them open for the last things she saw was a while mask and long thick black cloak towering over her.