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She Ran...	By : BrackCatMojo Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 12856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter contains blood and knife play…

I am sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. But family issues have kept me busy.
I hope you enjoy this latest offering.
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BCM
Chapter 16) Moving Pictures and Blood…

At last pulling away from her, Erik crossed the room as snatched a shirt from his closet.
Turning back to Alexandra he said gruffly, “Cover yourself” as he threw the shirt onto the bed.
Quickly pulling the shirt on, Alexandra remained silent.
Still confused by his behavior she feared that if she spoke she would anger him again.
Once Alexandra was dressed, Erik scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his kitchen.
As he carried her, Alexandra relaxed in his arms and rested her head against his chest. She had come to realize that she could not fight him.
Sitting her on a stool, Erik remained silent as he busied himself with fixing her a new plate of food and a fresh cup of tea.
Then sitting it before her he gruffly said, “Eat. I will return shortly. Need I warn you to remain here and as you are?”
“N…no Master, you need not warn me of what will happen if I disobey you.” Alexandra answered softly.
Brushing his fingers along her cheek he said, “Good girl.”
After he had left her she lifted her face and looked around the room. There were pots and pans hanging on the wall beside the stove and a large counter leading to a sink. On the other wall were an icebox and a storage-bin. There were also several cabinets. Where she sat was a large work area that looked like it had been made to chop things on. And that caused her to shudder and wonder if he had ever cut up a man on this table.
Shaking her head, she told herself to stop thinking such things. So turning back to her plate she saw that a large knife lay just within her reach. At first she thought about taking it, but then she asked herself what she would do with it. And she knew that it would do her no good. That he would just take it from her and then punish her again.
By the time Erik returned Alexandra had finished her meal and sat sipping her tea.
Caressing her hair Erik saw that the knife lay where he had left it and smiled as he asked if she had enjoyed her food.
She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes Master, it was very good. Thank you.”
“Now finish your tea. I have something to entertain you.” He said with an air or mystery.
Lifting her in his arms he looked down at her and said, “It seems you are learning your place.”
Alexandra remained silent as she lowered her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder.
He carried her deeper into his home and a small amount of fear gripped her heart. But she told herself that if he meant to hurt her he could do that anywhere in his home.
They entered a large room that was shrouded in darkness and a small whimper escaped her throat.
“Do not be afraid, my Dear, I promised you entertainment and entertainment you shall have.
But that was exactly what she feared. Because if it was like the game he had had her play, she worried that she would end up bloodied.
Sitting her on a pile of large pillows he kissed her forehead and vanished into the shadows.
Looking around she saw a large curtain. Then suddenly the curtain slid open to reveal a large white canvas. A light appeared in the center of the canvas and what lights had been lit in the room went out.
A shudder passed through Alexandra and she called out softly, “Master?”
Music began to play and then images appeared on the canvas.
First the image of a galloping horse appeared on the screen. Then there was a scene of a street with people bustling about.
Alexandra smiled as she watched the images and tapped her good foot along with the music.
But as the image of a woman dancing appeared on the canvas she turned her head and tried not to cry.
Suddenly the music stopped and the canvas went dark.
Erik wrapped her in his arms and asked, “What is wrong my Dearest? Did you not enjoy the cinematograph?”
Pressing her face into his chest she nodded her head and whispered, “Yes. I enjoyed it very much. I have never seen anything like it.”
“Then why the tears?”
“Seeing the woman dancing made me remember that I will never dance again.” She answered honestly.
Leaning her away from his chest he tipped her face up and looked into her tear soaked eyes. Then he said, “Do not speak so Alexandra. You will dance again.”
Alexandra did not argue with him, but in her heart she doubted what he said to be true.
“Tell me something Alexandra… Why did you not touch the knife? You could have plunged it into my heart and have been free. You could have taken your revenge upon the monster that has tortured and held you against your will.” Erik said as he stood and look down at her.
She bit her lip and looked away from him before saying, “I could not. I am no murderer. Besides, I can not walk. You have seen to that.”
Kneeling before her and grabbing her shoulders he spoke emphatically saying, “You would have been justified and you are a cleaver girl. You would have thought of a way to escape this place. You could have had your freedom.”
Lifting her hands to his chest she cried, “Why do you say these things? I know that I will never leave you. Please… You are hurting me.”
His fingers dug into the flesh of her shoulders and he growled, “Tell me the truth Alexandra. Why did you not touch the knife?”
“I was afraid! I knew if I touched it, you would beat me again!” She cried shaking all over in fear.
“Then you were wise not to touch it.” He said as he released her and pulled a knife from his boot.
Slipping back from him, Alexandra whimpered and softy said, “Please don’t cut me. I’ll be good.”
“Give me your hand.”
She hesitated only a moment before holding her shaking hand out to him.
Grasping her wrist he pulled her closer and held the knife up before her face. Then pressing the blade to her lips he forced her to kiss it.
“Now my Dear, we are going to have a bit of fun.” Erik said with a tone of mischief in his voice that made her shudder.
Still holding her wrist, he laid the blade across her palm and told her not to drop it.
Nodding her head she bit her lip and stared at the knife.
What would he do if it slipped from her hand? Would he punish her?
Letting go of her wrist he removed his mask and shirt.
Then moving to lay with his head in her lap he moved her hand so if the blade fell, it would land on his chest.
Now smiling up at her he said, “Careful my Dear you do not wish to cut me.”
At the sound of his voice she began to shake. And fearing that the knife would fall she started to close her hand. But he stopped her by taking hold of her wrist and telling her to keep her hand flat.
A fine layer of sweet coated her body and she nodded her head trying to concentrate on keeping the blade from falling.
Reaching up, Erik unbuttoned her shirt and began to fondle her breast. And when he pinched her sensitive nipple she gasped and almost dropped the knife.
Then his hand moved to accost her other breast and she had to force herself to concentrate on holding the knife.
It seemed that the longer she held the knife. The heavier it became and her arm began to ache at the effort.
Then growing brave she begged, “Please Master, allow me to lower the knife. I cannot hold it much longer and I fear it will fall.”
“Let it fall then. Bury it in my heart. Paint yourself in my blood and be free.” Erik said as he turned his head in her lap and pressed kisses into her stomach.
“No…” She whined and thought if only there was a way for me to put it done without cutting him or herself. Then it came to her.
So moving her hand ever so carefully, she managed to drop the knife onto one of the pillows.
Seeing what she had done, Erik sat up and took hold of the back of her head.
Whimpering with fear Alexandra lowered her eyes and whispered, “I could hold it no longer, Master. Please… I did not want to cut you…”
Pulling her mouth to his he silenced her with a passionate kiss letting his hand move to her hips.
As his fingers dug into her flesh he pressed her backwards.
Alexandra trembled with both need and fear as she lay under him.
As he parted there lips he turned and picked up the knife and smiled at her.
“Now my Beauty, close your eyes.” He said lustily.
Obeying him she squeezed her eyelids shut and prayed that he would not cut her. But when she felt that blade touch her skin she whimpered.
He carefully traced a path from her neck to her breasts. Circling each pebbled nipple in turn as he watched her face to see that her eyes remained closed.
Then dragging the blade down over her stomach he told her to part her legs.
Whimpering she obeyed silently. But when the blade touched her labia she cried and squeezed her eyes more tightly shut.
Erik chuckled darkly asked, “What is the matter my Dearest?”
When she did not answer, he parted her nether-lips and pressed the side of the blade against her clitoris.
“Please… Oh god no… Please, oh please don’t cut me there. I’ll be good. I’ll obey you without question. Just please do not cut me…” Alexandra cried in alarm as she tried desperately to remain still.
Moving the blade against her Erik asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes!” Alexandra cried instantly in answer.
“Sit up.” He ordered as he took the knife from between her legs.
With her eyes still close. She quickly sat up and awaited his next demand.
“Look at me, Alexandra.”
Opening her eyes she looked at him and trembled when she saw he still held the knife.
Taking her hand in his he pressed the hilt of the knife into her palm. Them folding her fingers around it he said, “Hold it to my chest.”
Shaking violently she obeyed and placed the point of the knife to his left breast.
“Now my Beauty I want you to carve your first initial into my flesh.” He said softly.
Alexandra shook her head no and tried to pull the blade from his chest. But he held her wrist firmly.
“You will do this Alexandra. Or I will have no choice but to punish you again.” Erik said even though he knew it was an idle threat. For he had no intention of damaging her worse than he already had.
What he did not know nor understand was that what he was doing to her with his game was damaging her.
To him it was only a game of dominance. But to her it was torture. And she was nearing the point of breaking.
With his hand gripping hers he forced the tip of the blade into his skin until a red pearl glistened in the light. Then drawing her hand downward he made a slash in his flesh. / Lifting the blade back to its starting point he made a second cut.
Completing the design he made a cut between the two slashes.
Alexandra stared at his chest and the blood that dripped from it. Then her vision shifted to the knife and its blood stained tip.
Her body began to shake violently and she ripped her hand from his, dropping the knife to the floor. Then in a panic she pushed herself away from him until her back collided with the wall.
“What have I done?” She questioned in a shrill tone. “What have I done?” She repeated.
He was confused by her actions and moved to approach her. But as he neared her, she screamed and tried to move farther from him.
In her mind she saw only blood.
He watched as her hands rose shakily and she began to scrub them together. Then her whimpered words reach his ears.
“Blood… blood… No… no… no…”
At his movement her eyes snapped to his chest. And she cried “No!”
Turning from her stare he grabbed his shirt and shrugged it on. Then retrieving the knife he placed it back into his boot.
Returning to her side he pulled her shaking body to his. “Hush Alexandra, all is well.” He said in a soft and soothing tone.
Then as he lifted her she went limp in his arms.
Carrying her quickly to the bedroom he placed her on the bed.
After cleaning and bandaging his wound Erik returned to the bedroom to find her still sitting on the bed as he had left her.
And he became worried.
“Alexandra…” He said.
“Yes Master?” She answered in calm and pleasant tone as she looked at him.
His worry then turned to fear as he looked into her vacant eyes.
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