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She Ran...	By : BrackCatMojo Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 12855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Ran…

She ran as fast as she could. She had heard the stories of the Phantom. But until this moment she had never believed them.
So now here she was running for her life.

A few days before she and few of the ballet rats had snuck into the cellars on a dare. The others had made it out. She had not been so lucky. A hand had reached out of the darkness and a cloth had been pressed against her face.

When she awoke she found herself tied to a ring set into the stone of the wall. Her dress and shoes had been removed and all that remained were her undergarments. And with the way she was bound there was no way to cover herself. And she knew she was not alone.

She whimpered in fear and heard him chuckle.
Turning her head she tried to locate him with her eyes but all she saw was darkness.

Pure terror coursed through her veins and she screamed. She screamed until her voice gave out and her throat was raw from the effort. Then she cried. Her tears ran unchecked down her cheeks and her body shook from both fear and despair.

Then she felt him. His cold hands ran down her arms to her throat. And his fingers spread across her flesh. Then he spoke to her: Telling her that she was his and that he would never let her go.

She tried to plead with him to free her. But he only told her to hush.

The cloth returned to her face and she tried to struggle.

Awaking a second time she found herself upon a bed. This time with her wrists bound to the headboard. But she was thankful for one thing. At least there was light in this room. And light meant safety…Right?

She heard a curtain rustle and turned her head to see him standing there holding a tray.

He looked nothing like she thought he would, with the exception of the mask.
He was tall, over 6 feet she guessed. His waist was slender, but not too thin. His shoulders were broad and his arms looked strong. His fingers that wrapped around the tray were long.
His shirt hung open and she could see a fine layer of dark hair covering his chest. If it were not for his mask he might have been handsome.

But his mask frightened her or maybe it was his eyes that frightened her more. They were golden with green flakes and seemed to glow.
What she could see of his face was his lips and one jaw. His lips looked full and his jaw was strong but that might have been a trick of the light.

Pulling herself up on the bed she cowered against the headboard as she drew her knees up to her chest.
Praying silently she begged god to save her.

Stepping into the room his eyes took her in and he smiled.
She was a beauty with her dancer’s legs and slim waist. Her bosom was ample and the tops of her breasts were creamy white and look lushes.
Her big blue eyes were wide with fear and her brown curls were tangled around her head.
She was dirty from her trip down to his home but he would bathe her soon.

But first he planned to feed her.
She was his new pet after all and he wanted her to learn that he would care for her.

Seeing him coming towards her she whimpered and whispered “Please Monsieur let me go. I won’t tell anyone you are here. Please just let me go.”

Sitting the tray on the bedside table he sat down on the bed and reached to her as he said “That is out of the question my dear. You will never be leaving here. But do not worry. I will take good care of you.”

As his hand neared her, the girl panicked and kicked out at him striking him in the side.

Grunting in pain he stood and struck out slapping her face hard. Which caused her lip to split and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

Glaring down at her he roared “Look what you’ve done! You’ve caused me to damage you. Now I am going to have to punish you.”

“Please don’t hurt me! Just let me go! Please..!” She cried as she pulled at her bonds and tried to move as far from him as she could.

“No my dear you are here to stay and you will learn your lesson!” He said as he grabbed her legs and rolled her onto her stomach.
Binding her ankles he tied her so she was pulled full length on the bed.

Reaching out he jerked her pantalets down and bared her firm round bottom. Caressing her twin globes he whispered “So beautiful and white, but soon to be scarlet.”

Squirming and trying to get loss the girl cried and begged him not to harm her: Even going so far as to promise to be good and obedient if only he would not harm her.

Shaking his head he told her that she would learn to obey him. But that changed nothing and she would receive her penance.

He opened the drawer and took out a leather strap. Then leaning over the girl he forced her to turn her head and look at the strap. He explained to her that her offence was a grave one and that she would receive twenty-five (25) whacks and that if she ever tried to injure him again that number would be doubled.
Pressing the strap to her lips he ordered her to kiss it.

She wanted to refuse but he told her disobedience would earn her even more whacks.

With tears streaking her cheeks she kissed the object and tried to steel herself for pain.

She had been a dancer since she was five (5) and she had endured pain before. But she knew in her mind that this would be far worse than a sprained ankle or a few bruises from a missed step or fall.

Standing over her he admired her bottom and stroked it once more before wrapping the end of the strap around his hand and letting it fall upon her creamy flesh.

She tried not to cry-out as the strap bit into her skin but by the fifth strike she was in agony.
By the tenth stroke she was crying and begging him to stop as sweat covered her body and her wrists began to become raw from her struggle to get free.

He watched her twist and writhe on the bed as she begged him for mercy. But he knew he could show her none. He had to teach her, her lesson. She had to learn that he was her Master now and he would not tolerate anything less that absolute obedience.

The last stroke fell and he laid the strap aside and sat on the bed next to her.
As her sobs weakened he ran his fingers lightly over now reddened and bruised buttocks. He could feel the heat that radiated from her flesh.

Leaning over her he whispered in her ear “Now look at me and tell me you’re sorry for kicking me and all will be forgiven.”

Turning her head she stared at him and whispered “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Please just let me go.”

He growled and cupped her bottom harshly digging his fingers into her abused flesh and said “I will hear no more of you leaving here! Is that clear?”

Hissing and crying in pain she nodded her head. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear the words from her lips.
Repeating himself he told her to say that she would never speak of leaving again.

Crying she stammered “I…I won’t…I won’t ask to leave again.”

Releasing his grasp on her red bottom he returned to stroking her scarlet flesh and said “That’s much better.”

Untying her ankles he pulled her pantalets the rest of the way off and threw them into the corner.

A part of her had held out hope that he would recover her once her punishment was ended. But now being bare from the waist down she trembled in fear that soon he would rape her.
She was no virgin and she knew what men wanted like quite a few of the other ballet rats. But the thought of having him rape her scared her terribly.

She had never heard any stories about him raping any of the girls but that didn’t mean anything. Because the stories she had heard had been horrible. Stories of dismember bodies and men found hanging. Those had been bad enough and she had not listened anymore after that.

He watched her curl into a ball and bury her face into the pillow. But she was strangely quiet and that bothered him.
He had expected her to scream and beg for her clothing back not just lay there.

Touching her shoulder he felt her tremble and he wondered if he had been too hard on her. Twenty-five (25) whacks had been a lot. But then again he did want her learn.

He leaned back and looked at her for a moment before remembering the food he had brought. He knew if she did not eat she would weaken and die and he wanted her to be healthy.

He ordered her to sit up.

She only shook her head. Her butt was on fire and the thought of having to sit on it was not what she wanted. And she hoped and prayed he would understand that.

Leaning back towards her he brushed her hair aside and said “Do I need discipline you again so soon. Or have you forgotten already what I said about obedience.”

“Please…No more. I will obey you.”

Forcing herself into her back she pulled herself up and bent her knees trying to lessen the pressure on her sore backside. Tears streaked her face and she whimpered in pain as she also tried to keep part of her dignity and hide her nude lower half. But she knew if he wanted to, he could force her to lay with him.

He brushed her tears aside and said “Obedience will be rewarded.”

She looked at him confused.

Picking up the tray he sat it on the bed and lifted the lid. Its contents weren’t a feast, but it was enough to feed her.

He selected a piece of cheese and brought it to her lips telling her to eat.

She knew she had no choice and if the food was poisoned it would only ease her suffering to die.
So she ate what he feed her and drank the tea when he offered it to her.

Once she had finished eating she hoped that he would leave her alone to rest and think.

Sitting the tray aside he brushed the crumbs from her lips and said “I’ll prepare your bath now. Won’t that be nice?”

Looking away from him she prayed that he would allow her to bathe in peace and not molest her. But a small voice in the back of her head whispered that that was not likely.

He left her and went into the bathroom and filled the tub. As he waited he thought of the young woman in the next room and what it was going to be like having her as his. He wouldn’t make the same mistake he had before. This one would never leave him to run off with some blue blood with a pretty face.

No. This one would stay here forever and be his mate.

Of course he knew she was not a virgin. But that did not matter. He did not need a blushing virgin bride to satisfy his baser needs. On the contrary a soiled dove would suit his needs nicely.

Turning the water off he removed his shirt and went back into the bedroom to retrieve her.

Her eyes took in his naked torso and she moved closer to the headboard. Her fear of him overrode the pain she felt and she tried desperately to pull herself free of her bondage.

He watched her futile struggle as he approached the bed.
Sitting down beside her he shook his head and said “You will only damage yourself more my dear, because no one has ever managed to escape from one of my knots. And believe me many have tried.”

“Please…Please Monsieur…Please let me…” The words she was about to say froze in her throat as she saw the flash of anger in his eyes. She knew in her soul that if she wanted to survive this nightmare she would have to gain his trust. And the only way to do that was to obey him.

Bowing her head in defeat she whispered “Forgive me.”

He lifted her face in his hands and told her that he understood that this world (his world) was new to her. But that he had every faith that she would learn to obey him and serve him in time.

Then reaching up he undid the clasp and brought her bound wrist to his chest. Holding her wrists he slid his other hand behind her back and pulled her to him.

Stroking her back he whispered in her ear that if she obeyed him she would learn to enjoy her life.

Trembling and trying to tell herself that she would find a way to escape him she rested her head against his chest.

He hooked his fingers in the back of her camisole and pulled it up over her head. Then leaning back from her he watched as she tried desperately to cover her chest with her bound arms.

Tugging at her arms he reached into his boot and brought forth a knife and held it before her face.

Shaking with fear she relaxed her arms and let him pull them away from her chest.

Smiling at her he cut the straps of her camisole and let the silken material fall to the bed.

Then suddenly pulling her forward he caught her up in his arms and carried her to the tub.

Standing her in the water he told her to hold her wrists out so he could remove her bonds.

She did as he asked and stood there trembling as his fingers deftly untied the knots.

Once her hands were free he caught them in his and moved to examine her damaged skin.
Shaking his head he looked into her eyes and told her that he would have to find a different way of insuring her stay with him. That he did want for her to lose her lovely hands to his carelessness. Then slowly bringing her fingers to his lips he kissed each of her digits before releasing her and telling her to sit down.

She sank into the water and her backside stung from where he had beaten her and she looked at him pleadingly. But as the water caressed her skin the soreness began to ease and she finished lowering herself into the water.

He lifted a pitcher of water and told her to tip her head back so he could wash her hair.

Pulling her knees to her chest she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

His fingers were gentle as he worked the lather through her hair and she wanted to cry knowing that all to soon he would be touching her other places and demanding that she touch him in return.

As he finished with her hair he toyed with the idea of joining her in the water but he wanted their first time to be in his bed so he could enjoy her to the fullest.

Twisting her hair and fixing it atop her head he picked up the sponge and washed her back.

Sitting there she tried to make herself believe that this was only a dream and she would awaken soon in her bed in the dorms. But as he ran the sponge over her skin she knew it was no dream and soon the real nightmare would begin. So she prayed for strength and the ability to endure what lay ahead.

Clearing his throat he gained her attention and looked into her eyes as he held the sponge out for her. He told her that he would allow her to bathe herself if she promised to remain in the tub until he returned for her.

Nodding her head she whispered “I promise” as her spirit soared with hope that she might have been wrong about what he was going to do with her.

Leaving her was a test to see if she was disserving of what he had to offer her. But then it was also a test that did not matter either. For no matter if she passed or failed she would not be leaving him.

Scrubbing her body clean she prayed and tried to think of a way to escape. But she was wise and knew that now would not be the time to try anything stupid.

As he listened to the water splash against the tub he stared at the bed and tried to think of a way to bind her to it that would not injure her or put him in danger.

Deciding upon collaring her he set about cutting one of his belts down so it would fit her lovely neck. Then exiting the room he retrieved a length of chain. Attaching it to the ring above the headboard he decided to allow her only enough to lie comfortably with her head on the pillow and no more.

No longer hearing her movements in the water he became worried that she might have snuck passed him while he had been distracted. But as he cautiously entered the bathroom he found her sitting there with her head on her knees and arms wrapped around her legs.

She felt him watching her. So lifting her head she turned and looked at him. She wanted so badly to beg him to release her however she knew it would not only be futile but dangerous. Plus she could also read the look in his eyes and knew that her hopes of remaining unmolested had been for not. So she began to resign herself to the fact that she would soon be in his bed and at his mercy.

He pulled a couple of towels from the shelf and approached her.
Ordering her to stand, his breath caught in his throat as she rose from the water. It made him think of the painting entitled ‘The Birth of Venus’. She was even more beautiful than before and he knew he would not be able to wait much longer.

Quickly wrapping one of the towels around her he assisted her from the tub and guided her to a stool so he could dry and brush her hair.
He also wanted to tend to her wrists so she would not become ill from infection.

She sat and stared at her hands as he did her hair. She wondered if anyone was looking for her. And even if they were, would they be able to find her? She doubted it. She knew others had searched for his home before and many had not returned.
Then another thought came to her mind and she wanted cry. What if they thought she had run off with some one? Would they even care?
A chill descended over her as she realized that more than likely no one was looking for her. That she was alone here trapped with a man that would soon rape her. Her only hope now was to try and survive.

As he stepped in front of her she looked up and whispered “Please don’t hurt me.”

He ran his fingers over her cheek and answered “That my dear is up to you. Your obedience to me will decide your fate.”

Reaching onto her lap he lifted her hands and looked closely at her wrists. There were raw and angry looking welts where the rope had bit into her flesh.
Asking her to stand he led her to the counter and opened a panel and took out some salve and bandages.
She stood and held her arms out and watched him treat her injuries.
His fingers glided so lightly over her skin as he applied the salve and deftly as he wrapped her wrists with the bandages.

Once finished he lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them.

She wanted to pull away from him and run as fast as her legs would carry her. But she knew she would not get far and she feared he would hurt her worse than just a beating.

He pulled her into the bedroom and told her to sit down on the bed.

Shaking she did as he asked as she held the towel to her body. Her bottom still hurt. But she feared if she complained he might beat her again. And she did not want to do anything to anger him.

Turning to the table he picked up the collar he had made for her and held it out for her to see.

She looked at the strip of leather and then back down at her lap. Her family had had a dog once and its collar had looked similar to what he held. And she tried not to imagine what he meant to do next.

Chuckling he lifted her face and looked into her eyes as he said “What is wrong my dear? Do you not like your new necklace? I think it will look quite fetching on you.” Then he began to laugh at his own little joke.

Shaking her head she whined and begged “Please Monsieur Phantom…Please do not put that on me. I promise to obey you… I will do what you want of me…anything…I won’t try to run from you…Please don’t put that on my neck…”
As she spoke she raised her hands and tried to push the collar away.

He became deathly silent and glared down at her before erupting and backhanding her off the bed.

Falling to her knees she tried to crawl away from him. But he grabbed her hair and jerked her back to him and yelled “You will never try to push me away again!”
Lifting her up by her hair, he held her so her toes barely touched the floor and held the collar out to her.
Snarling he ordered her to take it and put it on or he would beat her bloody with the buckle of it.

She was filled with so much pain and terror and that drove her over the edge. Lashing out she hit him and tried to break free from his grasp. When that did not work she kicked him as hard as she could and felt him release her.
Landing on her feet she spun around and ran. Passing through his home she desperately looked for a way out.
She saw a curtain that looked odd and prayed that her instincts were right. Shoving it aside she wanted to laugh as she saw the passage in front of her.

She ran as fast as she could in the darkness and prayed that he would not catch her.
Stones bit into the soles of her feet but she forced herself to continue on.
Groping at the wall she kept moving and praying. But as she rounded a corner she stopped dead in her tracks.

He stood directly in front of her bathed in a pool of light.

Crying out she started to turn away from him. But before she took a step he was on her.
Knocking her to the ground he stepped on her ankle.

Felling it snap she screamed as pain ripped up her leg and she tried frantically to get away from him. But he grabbed her hair and lifted her off the ground.
Slapping her face he snarled at her. Slapping her again he let go of her hair and let her fall to the ground. Wrapping a rope around her neck he drew it snug and told her that she would follow him home or he would drag her.

She did not know that he had intentional left the rope slightly slack. To her it felt like she was being hung and she tried desperately to pull the rope from her throat as she gasped for air.

There was no choice but to follow him or die. So she limped painfully along behind him back to his home.

By the time they arrived her ankle had tripled in size and she fell to the floor and curled up in misery.

Looking down at her he nudged her with his foot and said “You will never run from me again. Now get back to my room or I’ll break your other ankle.”

Crawling back to his bedroom she saw the collar laying on the floor and knew that she would never be free again.

Stopping by the bed she jerked when he ripped the towel from her body.

He knelt by her and took the rope from her neck and said “Get on the bed.”

Her body shook as she forced herself to climb onto his bed and she collapsed in pain immediately. Her ankle hurt so badly that she almost wished he had killed her.

Taking a seat on the bed beside her he ran his hand down her leg and grasped her ankle causing her to scream in misery. Kneading her swollen flesh he told her that he would have treated her like a goddess. But because of her actions he would now treat her no better than the whore he knew she was.

He leaned over and scooped up the collar and laid it beside her face.

Staring at it she reached out and picked it up. Looking at him she slipped it around her neck and did up the buckle securing it to her throat.
Bowing her head she crawled across the bed and kissed his hand and whispered “Forgive me…Master.”
She knew that from this moment on she was his and that she would never ever leave his home again.

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