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Chapter 9

Sarah stood fixed in the silence. Her eyes focused on the script scrawled on the page in her hand. Her finger traced the lettering, smudging the ink under her damp skin. She pulled her hand away, eyes following the dark smudges on her hand.

Her palm pressed flat to her collarbone, she turned to the mirror that loomed in mocking silence.

It’s in my head.

But the ink stained her flesh, already marred by his grip. Her reflection, tainted by his presence, showed the voice in her head, the song she had spilt- somehow it had found its way to daylight.

“Erik.” She meant to whisper, but the word fell from her lips.

Erik stopped at the sound of Sarah calling his name aloud. Turning slowly, stiffly, he walked back to the cursed portal.

Inches from Sarah, he stood unseen. The note in her shaking hand, the quiver of her lips, the desperation in her eyes as she searched her own reflection, everything about her emanated fear.

After the passion of last night…all she remembers is…fear. His eyes narrowed. I will show you fear…

He whispered her name, not in the passionate tone of the previous night, but in a cold hiss, relishing the shiver that moved over her. The note fell to the floor as her eyes darted around the room.

In my head!

Sarah’s eyes met the mirror an instant too late, as a gloved hand reached through the glass and took possession of her arm. She screamed, finally breaking the silence that had plagued the morning.

Erik’s lip curled as her voice broke out. He tightened his grip, pulled her from the room where she stood with her popcorn and happy movies to his own world.

Enter at last.

The glass was no longer tangible against her skin- she felt the temperature drop against her flesh as a once silent beckon was abandoned for his cold grip.

Master.

Sarah’s legs gave way underneath her as she fell into the man that stood on the other side. He caught her in her fall, his hands greedy on her hips as he pressed her to the wall of his lair.

"Why, mademoiselle, I dare say you haven’t slept well." His masked face loomed in front of her, a snarl on his visible lips. Erik leaned in, pressing Sarah’s body against the stone wall as his lips moved to her ear. "Something haunting your dreams, my dear?"

Her hand hovered at the face so near her own. She touched the mask, recoiling as her inky fingers left a trace on the leather. He flinched under her hand, his anger growing at her recoil. “You…cannot be real. I dreamt you.”

"I assure you," he pulled away the stained mask, "this product of a benevolent God’s sense of humor is quite real…" His now exposed face was displayed in front of her. "To coin a phrase…In the flesh."

Her wide eyes never broke from his, but he could feel the tremor move through her.

"Why, whatever is the matter?" Erik pressed his body roughly into hers. "You were quite willing in the dark, is it not as satisfactory when the face you can now see in front of you isn't as perfect as the cock that was fucking you?"

Her tears returned, filling her eyes as his voice edged with rage carried on.

“My dear, I plan to carry you to the stars.”

The night he had given her now seemed the dream, his anger replacing what he had planted in her heart.

"You have not carried me…” Her voice grew in strength but was cut off as Erik’s mouth came upon hers.

It was not the kiss she remembered. No longer hungry and tempting, this was raging, harsh, vicious. Her memory matched the faces, but Sarah could swear there were two terrifyingly different men.

Monster.

Sarah attempted to break away from the demanding mouth, taking her arms and flailing against his broad chest. With a growl, Erik grabbed her wrists and pinned them hard against the wall on either side of her.

"The lady doth protest to much methinks."

As Erik pushed his body against hers, she could feel his rampant arousal through the thin cotton of her chemise. "What do you want?" Sarah hated the weak tone of her voice, the tremor in it increasing with the pressure from his body.

He ground his hips against her. "Why, an encore performance of last night, of course."

"No...." That was supposed to sound strong, Sarah.

"No?" His mouth nipped down her already marked neck. "Quite a...change from last night." He bit into the soft skin of her neck. "From your begging....your previous ....eagerness..." He moved up to face her. " I can assume the reason for your dramatic change of heart."

"However..." his gloved hands released hers and moved to the front of the chemise.

"I don't beg." His hands easily ripped the fabric in two.

"I simply take what I want."

At the sound of her chemise being torn, Sarah used her now free arms to push at Erik’s broad chest as hard as possible. Surprised, Erik stumbled back and Sarah made her break for the mirror.

"I don’t think so, my dear." He growled as he swiftly grabbed her waist. Pulling Sarah’s body back to his, Erik wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I like you much better right…" His gloved hands moved to her bare breasts, caressing the nipples into hardness, "here."

He let a gloved hand slide down her stomach, noting the shiver of her body. "Where have your inhibitions gone, my dear?" A single long finger parted her roughly. "Perhaps you have left them…" A second joined the first, hovering at her entrance. "In a world which does not exist!"

Both fingers rammed into her tender flesh and Erik steeled himself against her cry. He continued his motions, fucking her deeply with his fingers. Your mind denies me, Sarah, but not your body, not your body. His mental argument was validated as Sarah’s shaking body arched back against his. He held her up with one arm as the other moved faster within her. She’s close…so close.

That world does not exist, she thought in a haze, her muscles clenching over his fingers, trying to still him, slow him, return him to what she had known.

“You don’t want me to stop.” He whispered, slowing the rhythm of his hand to match his carefully articulated words. Her head fell to one side, then the other in what he made out to be a nod of no. His other hand grasped her bottom, pulling her down with force over his fingers. His eyes lidded heavily when she cried out at his force

Erik could feel her tighten around him, a few more strokes and she would be done. But I am far from through with you… As the moan escaped her mouth, Erik quickly withdrew and pushed her back against the wall.

"Horrid torture isn’t it, my dear?" Her glazed eyes regarded him weakly. "To want such a thing to make you come? Then again…" he began to unfasten his trousers. "This isn’t about you is it?"

His cock now free, he pressed against her. "Life is quite unfair, Sarah. I find that after having you once, it is not enough." He took one of her hands in his and used it to stroke his engorged member. "To live in a world where this face would not be denied of this…basic…human… pleasure." His mouth moved roughly upon hers for a moment, before he broke away panting. "But in this world where such a devil, a face not of this world, exists I live simply by taking what I want, and that my dear, is you."

Erik spread her thighs with his knee and moved to sheath himself in her body once again.

"Why?" Her voice was strong enough to make Erik look up. Sarah met his gaze evenly, though her eyes betrayed her fear and confusion.

"Why what?" Erik hissed out, hating himself for the fear in her eyes, hating her for driving him to the edge.

Sarah reached up to touch his scarred face, a gentle caress that traced every marred surface. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she softly asked, "Why do you try to match your deeds to your face, instead of your soul?"

Erik broke.
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