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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author warning: This is an intense chapter with some N/C bondage in it. And Erik is not a happy camper.

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Storming throughout the music room, Erik threw a candlestick against the walls of the cavern with fury. Then he proceeded to throw another and another. With an animalistic cry, he nearly turned over the entire pipe organ in his rage until he got a hold of himself.

How many nights had La Sorelli performed now? Several times throughout the last two weeks! And there had been no sign of Aurora. No sign at all!

The first few times she had not arrived at the Paris Opera House, he was disappointed yet tried to understand. Perhaps she was ill or indisposed. But as he returned night after night, waiting for her to appear, he began to become anxious. When Madame Giry made some inquiries with La Sorelli regarding her sister’s health, she had reported that all was well with Aurora. Even Madame Giry quaked in her tightly tied boots when she saw Erik’s cold expression of rage.

“Please, Monsieur,” she started. “Leave the girl alone. Be grateful for what time you had with her. You know that things could not remain that way.”

“Mind your own damned business, woman, before I kill you!” Erik hissed.

It must have been his face. What else could it have been to make Aurora turn on him so abruptly? One minute, she had been his “slave girl”, deliciously making love with him. Then the next, she simply vanished.

As upset and depressed as Erik had been over Christine, at least she had the honesty to admit her abhorrence of him. But Aurora Sorelli’s behavior was inexcusable. She had told him the words he wanted to hear and had held him tenderly against her naked breast, stroking his hair and comforting him as if she were the caring mother that he had never had. Why, he even thought that perhaps her feelings for him had bloomed from simple animal lust into something deeper and finer. Despite the fact that they knew little about each other outside of the bedroom, he had even begun to foolishly hope for such a thing. He imagined her confessing love for him. He would take her for a wife. And they would have babies together, little girls with blond ringlets...

But such was not to be, for she considered him a monster...just like everyone else in the world.

That knowledge cut into him like a knife.

Oh, he would make her pay! He would find her and make her pay dearly for this pain.

With determination, he began to work upon the leather apparatus that he had designed just for his “slave”. His invention would be put to good use, with or without her permission!

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It had been all too easy...

Erik took Cesar out into the night, riding to the Sorelli Mansion on the outskirts of Paris. He had been out few times since the debacle with Christine. Despite his anger, he did find the cool night air refreshing as he rode like the wind upon the white horse.

The mansion had been large and imposing, creating just the effect that he was sure Luciano Sorelli intended for his home. Aurora’s father had the reputation of being quite ostentatious with his wealth. Erik knew which room was hers. The one on the corner of the right side of the mansion on the upper level. Using his Punjab Lasso, he scaled the high wall of the mansion. Conveniently for him, her window was open, allowing for a breeze to enter the bedroom.

There she was. Sleeping Beauty, all content and pristine, bathed in moonlight. He hated how his cock hardened immediately just at the sight of her lying upon the bed in her virginal cotton nightgown. She had conditioned him in such a manner that he was no better than a dog, instantly hungry for her affection, no matter how horridly she treated him. Quietly, he crept to the side of her bed, slipping a hand over her mouth before she could even awaken and scream. At first, she struggled until she realized who her nocturnal visitor was.

“Yes, it is I, Aurora!” he hissed. “Your monstrous lover, remember? Did you think that you could really just cast me aside so easily?”

She cried out with a muffled sound against his hand but quickly succumbed to the chloroform he foisted upon her. Like a sack of potatoes, he slung her body over his shoulder, carefully scaling down the wall with his burden.

It had been all too easy...

Once in his lair, he carried her limp body into the bedroom. Carefully, he snapped the buckles and chains of his leather apparatus about her limbs. It took little effort to adjust the chains with the sturdy platform he had built. With satisfaction, he gazed upon the sight of her. Still clothed in her nightgown of white, Aurora was hanging limply in the sturdy leather sling with her arms secured up above her head and her thighs spread wide. Her head dangled down in front of her in her unconscious state.

Cruelly, he waved smelling salts under her nose, causing her to cough slightly.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” he taunted. “For your prince has arrived.”

“Erik...” she murmured piteously. “What...?”

Before she could continue, he shoved a wadded cloth into her mouth.

“The time for sweet words from those lovely lying lips has passed, my dear.”

She blinked in confusion, still hazy from the drug.

“‘You are more that a deformed face to me, Erik,’” he said in a high-pitched mocking voice. “‘I could never hate you, Erik!’ To think that I was fool enough to believe anything any damned woman has ever said to me! I should kill you right now!”

The girl shivered before him, starting to cry.

“Your tears will not move me this time, Mademoiselle. But do not fret overly much. At the moment, you are more useful to me alive.”

Very gently, he pressed a finger through the cloth of her nightgown, stroking her nipple. It hardened quickly and furiously.

“Oh, yes...much more useful.”

With a wicked-looking knife, he ripped at her nightgown and undergarments until they hung from her in shreds. At the sight of her naked helpless body hanging before him in complete vulnerability, his mouth began to water. She stared at him with her big blue eyes, moaning in fear.

“You look so distressed, my sweet,” he mocked. “Perhaps it would be easier on you if you do not see what is happening.” He took a long strip of her slashed nightgown and tied it over her eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“And now I must go fetch my instruments of torture,” he sneered. “Wait here for me.”

As Erik went to retrieve the necessary items for his plan, he momentarily felt a stab of conscience as he heard Aurora’s frightened little keening noises from the other room. Such sounds reminded him of something. Dark memories of himself in a cage, displayed before the world as the ‘Devil’s Child’. He had been just as trapped as she was, whipped into submission. When he was almost raped in his captivity, that was when he committed his first of many murders. And here he was turning into the same sort of sadistic captor as the man that he had killed all of those years ago.

Looking at the large feather in his hands, he was paralyzed. His intention had been to sexually tease her with the feather until she would plead for him to fuck her. He would bring her just to the edge of climax, only to stop and leave her in frustration. And then as he tortured her, he would shame her with his words. He would tell her that he knew how much she secretly liked to be dominated and bound...that none of those boys fighting for her hand in marriage would ever be able to satisfy her as he could...that if any husband knew of her true depravity, he would have her put away in an institution where doctors would run all sorts of horrible exams upon her...that he alone could fuck her the way she craved to be fucked, no matter how ugly his face...and that her body knew that he was her Master even if she did not. And he would take her helpless body so vigorously that her pretty breasts would bounce up and down, exciting him all the more. Over and over, he would slake his lust upon her until she would faint from exhaustion.

When Erik had fantasized about the impending torture scheme, it had aroused him so much that he would rub himself with anticipation. But now that the event was becoming a reality, he found no pleasure in the prospect. This was no Master and Slave game with mutual trust. This was rape. And those cries she made were of pure horror, not sexual arousal. And he knew that he did not want her that way.

He should let the child go. Could anyone blame her for not wanting to be with a grotesque freak of nature? Madame Giry was right. He should be grateful that she had shown him what it was like to be a normal man, even if only for a brief time. When would he stop always wanting more than he could ever have?

He almost laughed with the irony of it. Again, he had abducted her. And again, he could not follow through with his villainous intentions. What a poor excuse for a monster he was turning out to be...

Searching about in his closet, he found a long black nightshirt and cape. He placed them upon the bed before unhooking Aurora’s sling from the platform. Placing her upon the bed, he unbuckled all of her bindings. She was curled up in a fetal position, shivering in distress.

“Dress yourself, Aurora,” he said dully as he took off her blindfold. “Then I shall take you home.”

She turned to look at him in shock, blinking back her tears.

“I am sorry that you see me as a monster,” he said sadly. “I suppose I am one. I am frightening to look at. I have murdered. But I shall not add rape to my sins.”

With that, he left her alone in the bedroom, retreating to his large pipe organ in the music room. As he played a sad piece, he was resigned to his fate. As usual, music was the only thing in his life that he could count on. That...and loneliness...
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