Stalker or Lover?

Chapter 8; Where Am I

I woke up to a sound. I fluttered my eyes open and I knew I wasn't with Erik anymore. I saw I was in a bed, and I swear I felt me swaying back an forth. Captured again?! Why can't I wake up for any of this?! I was so mad!
"Christine, do you know why I have brought you here?" A familiar voice asked. I shook my head. The man took my by the arm and shoved me into a small room. I looked around and I saw there was one light gazed upon my eyes. I could see no one. I tried to run and escape from this hell. I was stopped at the door and I banged at the door.
"Let me out!" I cried! I quickly turned around. "Why am I here?!" I screamed and I dropped to my knees. The man walked towards me and held something above my head. I looked up and saw the strange man with a knife in his hand. He swing it at me and it cut my whole face. He grabbed me by the arms and pushed to me to the wall. He kept his hands on my arms grabbing me. I squirmed to get free from his grasp. He leaned towards me. He touched my lips. His kissed me in a very sensual way. He placed his hands on my hips and they traveled down. I could feel his lips pressing harder and harder each minute. I could feel him breathe. He final pulled away from me, still having his arms on me. He started to take off his shirt, and he unbuttoned his pants. Then, he fell to the ground. A man stood above him with a dagger in his hand. The familiar man wore a white mask on one side of his face, and I knew it was him. 

Erik lifted me up, and helped me walk out to the deck. He held my hand so lightly, and guided me away. We reached the end of the ship. "Crap." I said. 

"Don't worry Christine." He reassured me. He then dove into the bright blue water. He arose and said, "Come on!" He used his hands to gesture. I dove in after pondering it in my mind. We both swam and swam across the Atlantic Ocean, to where I was brought. I finally stopped swimming. I couldn't press forward and I started to sink. My legs stopped working and I fell. I sunk farther and farther. I knew I was going to die. My eyes slowly pressed together.