The Phantom's Revenge

Chapter 5: Left here bleeding

As the days passed I became weaker. Surviving on stale bread and water that was sure to be filled with bacteria was very unhealthy. I was chained in the upright position, so I used more energy then I took in. Christine and he went on merrily, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Every now and then I would hear them cooing "I love you" to each other. My clothes were soiled with blood, water, and bodily fluids. I wanted so badly to change. Perhaps I would ask next time they came to fed me. The cold was getting to me. When I tried to sleep I would shake and shiver furiously. I was soaking in my own waste. I smelled awful and probably looked it too. I could barely support my head, it just hung there. It took a great amount of effort to lift it. Unless I saw one of them, or heard them call to me, I didn't look up. I heard a pair footsteps padding towards me.

"Hello Christine... Monsieur."

I called to them before they got to me.

"Hello.

Raoul. How are you today?"

I chuckled darkly at him.

"How do you think? I'm being held prisoner my wife and some-some thing that she loves!"

I growled through my teeth. If I had the strength to pull on the chains, I would've.

"Your wife? Monsieur she doesn't love you. She only thought she did."

I angrily snorted like a bull as he said this to me. Christine looked at him and went to him. He took her in his arms and I watched as she kissed him. How? How could she kiss him? He was so-so ugly! So deformed. My stomach churned at the sight of it.

"Christine? Christine!? How? Why? What do you see in him? Wouldn't you rather have someone handsome? Someone wealthy? Someone you wouldn't be ashamed of?"

She pulled away from the kiss and came towards me. Her face just a few inches from mine. I wished so badly for her to free me and take me home, but I know it would never happen.

"There is nothing handsome about you Raoul. You are the most shameful thing I had in my life."

She turned and walked back into his arms. He eyed me, smiled widely and kissed her. He dipped her so I could see everything that was happening. Their tongues were tangling. My blood began to boil.

"Damn you! Damn you both!"

I angrily spit through my teeth. Nothing. They didn't react to me at all. This frustrated me even more. I screamed with all the energy I could muster. They chuckled against each others lips. I watched as he went to fetch something. Christine sat on the ground a few yards away from me. She made no eye contact with me. she fumbled with her dress. We both turned out heads as Erik approached with a riding crop in hand. I was in for it. I hadn't even done anything wrong.

"So Monsieur, "

I watched him take off his mask and hairpiece.

"I'm too ugly for your Christine hmm? perhaps it is you who is ugly!"

He handed his mask and wig to Christine as he strutted over to me. I closed my eyes, clamped my teeth together as hard as I could without hurting my sore jaw too much. He struck me with his fists first. He hit me in the face. It was as if I could feel my eyes start to puff up as soon as he hit them. He struck my knuckles, knees and feet with the riding crop. it felt as if they'd been set aflame. I took blows from him everywhere, the groin, stomach, face. Anyplace that he could cause damage. I felt blood dripping down my face. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve this? Oh lord why!? I opened my eyes when I had stopped receiving kicks, punches and hits with the riding crop. They were gone when I opened my eyes. I was left here bleeding. Left here to beg for death.