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Emptiness	By : Josephine1881 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Slash Views: 8257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Three

The journey down to Erik’s lair was longer than I remembered. But then, the last time I had been walking down the corridors myself rather than being carried upside-down. At the beginning, it had been nice not to use my feet, but simply hang there, inhaling his masculine scent. Yet the longer he walked, the more uncomfortable I grew. The blood was pounding in my ears, and my hands were growing numb. Every now and then, Erik had to jump a little to avoid tripping over a stone, and his bony shoulder dug painfully into the pit of my stomach.

No, something had to be changed, and it had to be changed quickly, before I’d be sick all down his back. However, my wish to continue the bizzarre game he had started was just as strong as the urge to get my feet onto the ground again. So whatever I did, it had to be in character.

“I demand that you put me down this instant,” I called, trying my best to sound commanding, which was not easy in my situation.

“No,” Erik gave back simply. “I’ll put you down when I want to do it, not a moment sooner. I’m not one of your servants, Vicomte. You cannot tell me what to do. On the contrary: Tonight, I’ll show you who’s the stronger man of us.”

Excitement rushed through my body, thankfully driving away the nausea. I decided that I could remain in this position a little longer.

“You’re not a man at all,” I snarled. “You’re a… a thing!”

For a moment, I was sure that I had gone too far. Yet Erik merely chuckled.

“I’m much more of a man than you are,” he said casually. “And I intend to show you.”

My heartbeat sped up at his words. I wondered what he had in store for me.

My musing was interrupted abruptly when he heaved me off his shoudler and let me slump to the ground. I landed on my backside with a little thud and suppressed a groan of pain. I was about to open my mouth and ask whether he hadn’t been able to put me down a little more gently when I understood why he hadn’t been able to do so. He hated me, or rather, he hated the person I had once been. So why should he want to make me treat me with care?

I came to my feet, rubbing my bottom as discreetly as possible, trying to ignore the sneer on Erik’s face.

“Didn’t I just hear you say that you wouldn’t put me down?” I asked.

“Wrong, Vicomte,” he corrected me. “I said I’d put you down when I want to. And now I want to. I can do without all that weight on my shoulder while I’m rowing.”

It was only then that I glanced over my shoulder and saw that we had indeed reached the underground lake. I hadn’t known that we had already come that far. It was difficult to estimate time while hanging upside-down.

The lake was a fascinating sight. Its smooth surface looked like black ice, completely undisturbed by wind or rain like a normal lake. I looked at it for a while before I remembered who I was at the moment. My former self would have surely not found the lake remotely interesting. I tried to recall the feelings I had had when I had first seen it. It had merely been one of the Phantom’s many traps. I had been terrified of jumping into it, and still I had done so.

“Where are you taking me?” I exclaimed, even though I knew the answer perfectly well.

“I’m taking you to my home,” he replied. “To the place where we’ll enjoy ourselves.”

His smile widened, and I felt another rush of excitement shoot directly into my loins. But of course I couldn’t show which effect his words had on me.

“And what if I refuse to come with you?” I asked defiantly. “What should keep me from simply running away?”

“I shall do so,” he gave back pleasantly. “My Punjab Lasso would be wrapped around that beautiful neck of yours before you could make one step. And even if I wouldn’t catch you right away… where would you go? There are hundreds of passageways down here, thousands of chances to lose your way. And in the end, I would find you. I’d always find you.”

I didn’t doubt his words for a moment. I had lost my way in his world once, and he had found me without problems. I didn’t feel like walking away from him again. Still, I pretended to look miserable on hearing such news.

“Sooner or later, I will escape,” I announced grimly. “You cannot keep me here forever.”

“Oh, I have no intention of doing so, my dear Vicomte,” he assured me. “Forever is a very long time. No, once I’ll be finished with you, I’ll bring you back to the surface. But let us not stand here and prattle any longer. Here’s the boat. Get in.”

I made sure to appear very reluctant to enter the boat. Erik had to come after me and threaten me a little more with his presence. I allowed myself a moment of pressing my body against his, and I could hardly suppress a moan of longing as I felt the hint of an erection at my hip. He was clearly enjoying this little game just as much as I did, maybe even more.

His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and I tilted my head to the side. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. I held my breath, waiting for him to kiss me. In the next moment, however, he had pushed me forwards roughly, making my romantic ideas disappear. There would be no kissing. Not yet.

I stumbled and almost tripped over my own feet. I could just hold onto the pole the boat was tied to, or I’d have landed head first in the water. The thought made me shudder.

An amused chuckle drifted past my ears.

“Are you ready to get in now?” Erik asked, stepping forwards to untie the knots in the rope. “Or do you need any more… persuasion?” He caressed the rope almost lovingly, looking into my eyes.

Sensing that more reluctance would either earn me a bath in the lake or else make him tie my up, I got into the boat at last and sat down. Erik entered it behind me and pushed us away from the shore. It was similar to our first journey over the lake, and yet very different. This time, I wasn’t allowed to lean against his legs comfortably. Instead, I sat bolt upright, careful not to make any physical contact between him and me.

While the boat was gliding over the water, disturbing the surface only momentarily, I was torn between giddy excitement at the thought of the pleasures that lay ahead of us and unease when I recalled that the man I was playing wasn’t supposed to enjoy himself. With those thoughts, the time passed very quickly.

When we reached the other shore, I thought the moment for another small rebellion had come.

“What if I don’t want to leave the boat?” I asked, holding onto the wooden bench to underline my words.

Erik jumped onto the shore and tied the boat to the pole.

“If you don’t want to come, you’ll stay where you are,” he said, without as much as looking at me. He didn’t seem to take my rebellion very seriously. “I’m sure it’ll be very cimfortable for you, especially after the first few hours. Do you have any idea how cold it can get down here? Well, you’re about to find out.” With these words, he started to make his way to the house.

I made up my mind quickly, party because I didn’t want the game to end in such an unsatisfactory way, partly because I was already beginning to feel cold without him.

“I’m coming with you,” I said. “But – “

The rest of my sentence was swallowed by a gasp. Fast as lightning, Erik had returned to my side and seized my wrists, holding them together behind my back.

“But I said I’d come,” I protested, far more surprised than angry. “Why do you have to do this?”

“You’re my prisoner, Vicomte,” he replied. “I’m just making sure you don’t forget it.”

As me marched me to the house, I felt the tell-tale bulge in his trousers more than once. He was really enjoying our game. He didn’t even let go of me completely to open the door, but approached it sideways, holding me with one hand while the other one pushed down the door handle.

The house was just the way I remembered it. Yet instead of taking off my coat and walking to the sitting room for a nice cup of tea, I was pushed past doors to the very end of the corridor. I had been to Erik’s home more than once, but I had no idea where the door we were standing in front of now may lead. It certainly didn’t belong to a room I had ever been in.

“What is this room?” I wanted to know, feeling a tingle of anxiety.

“Why, Vicomte, I thought that was obvious,” Erik gave back sweetly, opening the door an inch or two. “It’s the place where I’m taking all my prisoners: my torture chamber.”

I inhaled sharply. He couldn’t be serious… or could he?
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