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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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Trousers In the Small Jars, ... , Hot4Gerry, jenna, ...., WhiteGirlGangsta-not, I really want to thank you guys for taking the time to comment. And hopefully you will enjoy this chapter (even though I do not feel that it is one of my best). But I hope it will answer a few questions.
Also I hope to have another chapter up later tonight or tomorrow.
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Chapter 7) Breakfast & Answers…
After putting on a pair of loose pants Erik lifted her in his arms and carried her to his dining room.
Alexandra clung to him as they passed through his home. Her head was pressed to his shoulder. A part of her enjoying being in his arms, yet a small voice in the back of her mind whispered for caution.
As he sat her on the chair at the table he grazed his lips against hers and whispered, “Do not rebutton my shirt. I like the view.”
He lifted the lid off the platter that rested in the center of the table and filled her plate with food.
He had prepared sausage with biscuits and gravy. There was also a strong tea to drink as well as water in a crystal goblet.
The table was sat beautifully and Alexandra was impressed. Her food was served on fine china and the silver seemed to glow in the candlelight.
And the napkin she discovered was made of silk.
Yet as she sat there staring at her plate she noticed he had taken nothing for himself.
Timidly she asked, “Are you not going to eat as well?”
“I normally take my meals alone.” He answered a bit harshly. But then realizing his tone he added, “But if you wish, I shall dine with you, for I know that you are used to eating with others.”
Once his plate was filled and sitting before him Alexandra bowed her head and began to softly pray:
“Bless this food Father so that it may strengthen us and nourish our bodies as you nourish our souls. And watch over us Father as we endeavor to follow the path you have lain before us.
In Jesus name Amen.”
Erik did not echo her thanks and she looked up at him. But when she saw the look in his eyes she immediately looked back at her plate.
What she had seen frightened her and without thinking she whispered, “Do you truly hate God?”
Chuckling he answered, “My dear, it is God who hates me. Now eat.”
Lifting her utensils Alexandra took a bit and discovered her food was quite delicious.
Then becoming bolder she asked, “If I may ask. Why did you pick me?”
Laying his silver aside Erik thought for a moment and answered, “Because I am a man and I wanted a companion.”
Not satisfied with his answer Alexandra asked again, “But why me?”
Sighing Erik knew that if he answered her honestly she would be hurt. But yet he knew to lie to her would be wrong. So deciding there would be no other way but to hurt her he said, “It is my habit to watch to goings on in my Opera house. And one day as I did just that, I saw you with a man. You and he were engaged in intercourse. After that I took to following you.
I watched you as you flirted and took gifts from that man and I also saw you with others.
It seemed to me that you sold your favors to men for pretty bobbles and sweet lies.
And I thought that a woman such as yourself would learn to appreciate the things that I could offer.
And I have much to offer, Alexandra.
So when you so foolishly came down into my realm I seized the opportunity to make you mine.”
As he finished speaking Alexandra hung her head and whispered, “So you took me because you do think I am a whore.”
Biting back her tears Alexandra stared at her plate. Her appetite had vanished and all she wanted to do was crawl away and die.
What he had said was true and she could not deny it. It was just she had never viewed her behavior as whorish.
In her mind she acted as many of the other ballet rats had. But they weren’t here and she was. So maybe this was God’s way of punishing her for being wanton.
Erik was puzzled by her reaction. He had expected her cry and deny what he had said. Not sit silently staring at her half eaten food.
He stood suddenly from his chair and rounded the table going to her side.
Had he gone too far? He wondered.
He knelt and turned her to face him.
Reaching out he began to button her shirt. He actually felt bad that he had teased her so about it.
Lifting her hands she covered his and whispered, “I am a whore. Aren’t I? That’s why you brought me here.”
At first he hesitated in answering her. But seeing the look in her eyes and her unshed tears he answered softly, “No. I brought you here because I saw that you were more than that.”
Her lip trembled and she looked away from him. She did not want to give in to her tears. Breathing deeply she whispered, “What more am I than a whore? Master…”
Pulling his hand from hers he stroked her jaw and said, “As I watched you I saw an inner strength that few possess. And the way you carry yourself with such grace and dignity.”
A slight laugh escaped her lips and she echoed, “Dignity… What dignity Master? You have already said I was a whore. Whores have no dignity.”
Turning her face back to his he said sternly “You are what I say you are. And nothing less… If I say you carry yourself with dignity. Then it is so. Am I understood?”
Becoming fearful that she had angered him Alexandra nodded her head and said quietly, “Yes Master. Forgive me.”
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