Hi! I'm not sure if it's well written, I had a surgery yesturday and I wrote thit oneshot while I could not sleep. Hope it's good. Maybe it will be just a oneshot, it will depend on you. This is my first phic of that time, so don't be too harsh okay:Þ

Warning; may contain disturbing subject, but hey...we're in the M section! lol

Don't forget to reviw:)

Kaya

Taken by the Phantom!

Since I arrived at the Opera Garnier, men were coming to me at night and was taken by them on more than one occasion. I had been send there for that purpose. Orphans were always mistreated. I was a seamstress during the day and their plaything at night. I fought them, at first at least, screaming, crying, punching and kicking, but it only excited them more.

The good thing, was that it did not last long. I don't know what stopped them from continuing, but every time I was around them, when I worked around the opera house, they would avoid me. I was relieved, but puzzled. They had no obvious reasons to get away from me, but I could not care less. They were leaving me in peace.

A month passed and no man came. I had found a lock and put it on my door, just in case their need would be too strong and change their new behaviour. That month reassured me, for I had my monthly bleeding and it could only mean that none of them had impregnated me. The last thing I wanted, was to have the child of an unknown man that would never care for it.

I was having my first good night of sleep in weeks, when I was woken by noises, coming from the other side of my bedroom. I wondered if I had locked the door, but then, a panel opened in the far wall.

I was about to scream in fear, but then, I heard a voice, lulling my mind into an unconscious yet awake state. The voice was the most beautiful I had ever heard. It had something strong in it but also deep with sorrow. I could not put my finger on what this voice awoke in me.

A man appeared and from the rumours I had heard in the seamstress workshop where I was working and from the ballet rats, it could be only one person. The Phantom of the Opera!

He was wearing a black attire and a white mask, covering practically his entire face, beside his lips. He was thin, almost skinny, though a lot of strength and charisma emanated from his personality.

Coming closer to me, I saw his glowing golden eyes, pouring into my own brown ones. I would've recoiled, but his voice held me as if it was some magic he was using on me. An invisible rope that kept me exactly where he wanted me to be.

He was very close now and knelt before me. One of his black gloved hand reached for my cheek and caressed it. No man had did that before. The other men where harsh and sometimes violent. I would've assumed the Phantom was the same, but no.

His eyes poured into mine as his face came inches to mine. All he did, was give me a peck on the lips. But then, his hands reached for the opening of my night gown, unlacing the ribbon at the top.

-Do not be afraid, mademoiselle. Erik is not going to hurt you. The Phantom murmured

I supposed he was talking about himself, but anyway, I was scared out of my mind. From what I heard, he had killed many men, taking great pleasure in doing so. And that Diva, Christine Daaé, no one ever heard about her, after the Phantom kidnapped her, a year ago.

-Please Monsieur, don't do like the others. I mumbled without thinking

-Erik will not do as those pigs did, you'll see.

I saw him reached for something into his pocket. I feared it was his famous lasso, but then, I saw it was a black velvet cloth and he put it on my eyes, blindfolding me effectively.

-Do not remove it, mademoiselle, or it would anger the Phantom and we cant have that, can we?

I shook my head and it was only now that I noticed he had stopped singing. He was just going to rape me, I knew it, but somehow, I was scared not to please him. He could kill me for not being pleasurable, for what I could tell. I did not knew him after all.

I felt him slowly remove my night garment and not only felt the cool air on my now naked breasts, but something cold, very cold. It was his now un-gloved hands.

-Your skin feel so soft, I could cry before your beauty. He whispered and I wondered if it was more to himself

The contact suddenly broke and I heard him stand up, then he removed his own clothes. I could recognize those sounds anywhere. I heard them on so many occasions and not only happy ones.

-Lie down, please.

Please? He was asking this politely? I put my hand on my mouth to repress a sob. I did not want this. But then, a cold hand came on my shoulder, massaging it.

-Please, listen to Erik. He told you not to be afraid. Erik wont hurt you, he promise.

I did as he asked and lied down, too scared to disobey. I was a coward but who wouldn't in front of the commending Phantom?

I felt the bed sank to my left and his cold hand ran over my body, sending shivers throughout my frame. He seemed to study every part of me and was taking his time doing so. I was shaking slightly, doing my best not to cry. The blindfold was of great help to hide my tears.

His fingers came to the junction between my legs and continued his investigation. I gasped when I felt his cold finger entering me and a tear came from my eye behind the blindfold.

-You are very warm down there, my dear, but not wet. He said, almost sounding disappointed. We should remedy to that, or I could come my on my promise and hurt you.

I took a sharp intake of breath when he parted my lips and touch the nub that was hiding there, but I could not feel any pleasure, I was too upset by the fact I was being raped. Even if I had been taken more than once, never anyone had touched me that way. They were taking what they wanted and left in five minutes. But not the Phantom.

He rolled his ice cold fingers a few times on the little bundles of nerves, but to no avail. I felt him lean closer to me until his breath was tickling my ear.

-You need a little more inspiration I see. I know what can stimulate yours senses my dear.

I closed my eyes under the black cloth covering them. What was he going to do? I had my answer when he started to sing again. I noticed then that he had a deep, very sensual voice and it forced erotic thoughts in my head. His hands went back to work, one between my legs, the other on one of my breast.

I was doing my best to resist, but to my horror, I moaned and started to feel a slight wetness coming between my legs. The second the Phantom felt it, he parted my legs and knelt between them.

I was trembling as he continued his ministration. My body was nothing more than a traitor, for my orgasm hit me a few minutes later.

-Very good. The Phantom said. I did not expect that much. Now, you are ready for Erik.

I never had time to protest, for he pushed his manhood half way into me, then thrust forward in one deep stroke and lied down completely over my body.

He did not move inside of me right away, as if waiting for me to get use to him. He started to kiss my neck and I knew he had removed his mask. He wanted to feel me in every way possible, I understood that and why he blindfolded me. I could feel his deformity on my skin and surprisingly, it did not disgusted me the slightest.

Slowly and carefully, he started moving his hips against mine. He was not as demanding as the other men I had encountered with. The Phantom was tender almost…loving and it shocked me.

-Am I hurting you? He asked, his voice husky with obvious pleasure

-N...no. I answered

-Good.

I could certainly not tell him I was enjoying this. Part of me did liked his attention, the other part remembered that he was doing this thing against my will.

He intensified his pace quite suddenly. His thrusts were deeper and faster, but not enough to hurt me. I knew he was close to his climax. I felt one of his hand coming to my centre and he stimulated me there. My back arched uncontrollably as a wave of pleasure spread into my body with its unbelievable warmth I had never felt before.

He brought me to my release in a mind blowing orgasm. As soon as I clamped around him, I felt his hot seed shooting into me. He stayed there a moment, probably making sure he was emptied and he drew back from me. He moved from the bed for a short moment, dressing up I assumed and then, I felt him cover me with my blankets and sheets.

His hands came around my head and gently unfolded the velvet cloth. His eyes were locked with mine once more as soon as I opened them.

-Now on, no other man will ever come to you. He said, taking me aback. And no harm will come upon you. Erik is your protector now.

His hand reached for my cheek and he leaned down to kiss me. This time, it was not just a quick peck but a long close mouthed kiss.

-I will come back tomorrow at the same time. Make sure to be there, or Erik will find you.

I had no doubt he could find me anywhere I go and to disobey the Phantom of The Opera, was far than wise. I nodded my head, showing him I understood.

-You will talk to no one about Erik. This is our little secret.

On that, he kissed me again and help me back into my nightgown before tucking me more comfortably in my bed.

-Bonne nuit Marianne.

-Goodnight Erik.

With that said, he disappeared with what looked like a smile upon his lips. I wondered what would happen now, for I knew my life had changed, forever.