Page 94 of Angel's Fall

Christine could feel the music behind her, the keys of the instrument hard against her bared ass, but more than anything, she felt the vibration of the sound into her core. It screamed and pounded as Erik claimed her, her hips meeting his in frantic counterpoint, sending new notes screaming from the organ as she writhed and trembled.

“My angel,” Erik panted against her throat before sucking a mark onto her neck. She keened in ecstasy as he fucked hard into her, her cries in perfect harmony with the cacophony surrounding them. He released his grip on her thigh and took her hand, pulling away from their kiss as he did. “My angel who keeps her promises.”

Christine opened her eyes at the feel of metal sliding down her finger and saw, miraculously, her ring returned to her, now on her left hand, where a wedding band was meant to be. The gold glinted against the brass of the organ’s pipes and she wanted to ask how, to weep at the sight of a promise restored. She wanted to swear to never remove it again, but she was too overcome with the breathless passion of their joining.

“Always,” was all she could gasp out, and who knew if Erik even heard her over the din of the organ as he drove into her. The whole world screamed around them. Her whole body shook with every thrust of his cock. She was careening to her peak, her hips wild and her breath ragged as her lover took what was his and his alone. Christine was a woman possessed, in every sense.

“Let me see it. Let me feel it,” Erik commanded over the noise and, as ever, Christine’s lust responded to his voice, pushing her higher and higher. “Come for me, my angel. Let me hear it.”

Christine screamed as she obeyed, guttural and wild as the climax took her. She held onto Erik for dear life as she bucked and clenched around him, and the sound of his voice joining hers only deepened and extended her ecstasy. It was music as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her in hot bursts, even as the organ joined, and the walls called out around them.

Christine was breathless and boneless as the climax subsided, her ears still ringing from the organ’s powerful noise.

“Christine.” The sound of her name was strangely distant and urgent. She forced herself to look up at her lover, worried, only to see his triumphant smile. A smile that remained as the voice came again. “Christine!”

“Raoul?” Christine asked in horror, looking frantically around the room and to the door. Erik withdrew from her with a bow as she stumbled to the floor, her heart racing in terror and shame. “How did he—the lake—” Christine stammered as Erik righted his clothes.

“Oh, he’s not outside,” Erik replied with a shrug. “They’ve already shown themselves in. Right down the path I knew they would take.”

“I will kill you! You monster! I will rip your heart from your chest!” came Raoul’s voice again, and this time, Christine could discern its source: the wall between the fireplace and the storeroom door. The empty space she had always wondered about. Somehow, Raoul was inside the walls – trapped.

And he had heard everything that had just transpired.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats, Monsieur,” Erik laughed in turn as Christine sank to the floor, her cruel lover’s spend still wet on her thighs. “Are you there too, Daroga? Haven’t you told him where you are? Let me turn on the lights, so you can see my work better!”

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The brightness blindedRaoul and he stumbled back from the mirror he had been pounding so uselessly as he listened tothem. He blinked over and over, confronted by his red-faced reflection in the glass. He was a mess of fury, his clothes in disarray thanks to his struggles with Shaya. The man had dared to try to keep him from shouting when that thing’s assault on Raoul’s fiancée had started. Now, the older man was nursing a split lip courtesy of Raoul’s elbow to the face.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut,” the Persian seethed from the floor. “Now we are done for.”

“There you are, Daroga. Astute as ever,” the monster’s voice rang through the hexagonal room. Or was it a forest? Raoul’s brain could not reconcile what he saw with what he knew to be true. By some devilry of the mirrors and a tree wrought of metal in a corner, the torture chamber had become a jungle filled with bewildered, furious copies of the two men.

“Erik! What is going on? Where are they?” Christine demanded. Her voice was not so tender now, raw from all the screaming and weeping she had done since arriving. From the cries she had given like an animal howling in heat.

“We are in his torture chamber, Mademoiselle,” Shaya replied as Raoul stalked back and forth, slamming his fists into the walls. It was warm, now that the lights were on, like a real jungle indeed.

“What? No. No, that was in Persia,” Christine protested, because of course she knewsomething, but the monster had not told her everything. She knew only enough to pity him and open her legs, not enough to see reason and run.

“I perfected it there,” Erik crooned. “But I started it here. I told you! I tortured for the Communards. They were fond of this place. My friend Laurent had the idea for the tree, actually. Well, he was not really my friend, in the end. I did kill him, quite near where you are standing. I foolishly thought I was doing some good. Can you imagine?”

“Erik,” Christine said, her voice soft now. Raoul did not want to imagine what she looked like after her exertions, but the picture came anyway. In his mind Raoul saw her with those big, sad eyes and her dark hair in tangles, dress ripped to expose her to the view of the lecherous fiend.

“When I came back here, I improved it as well. It was all part of my plans for my great triumph. I had so many plans in those first months. Plans to finish my work from that fiery night. I hadn’t killed nearly enough of those useless, noble swine. I planned to put them in cages, make them go mad staring at their own faces and illusions of a world that’s only there to kill and hurt them. I wish my dear brother were here to join them, but at least the young heir of the Chagny name will die burning, just like his father.”

Raoul screamed at that, the noise echoing off the glass as he began pounding on it again, only for a sound even more awful than that of the creature defiling Christine to seep through the walls: Erik’s laughter.

“I will kill you, you bastard!” Raoul bellowed as the laughter continued.

“Get a hold of yourself!” Shaya cried as he grabbed Raoul and shook him. “Acting like a madman will get us nowhere!”

“Oh no, Daroga – let him scream. It’s such a wonderful sound! I’ve been wanting to hear it for so long,” Erik cackled.

Raoul gritted his teeth, now determined not to give the monster the satisfaction of his suffering. In the silence, he heard a sob.

“Erik, stop, please. You don’t have to do this. You’ve hurt him enough!” Christine wept.

“I don’t think I have. In fact, I haven’t even hurt him as much as I thought I did! I didn’t kill the fool’s father!” Erik went on hysterically.

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