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The Dark Angel's Brothel	By : Faesy Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 9470 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux does, and I do not make any money from creating this purely ficitonal piece of work.

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Elise wrote a letter to Gregory as well, a letter that she gave to one of the cooking boys to be delivered directly and immediately.

“Dear Gregory, it is with deepest regret that I inform you of this unfortunate circumstance. Elise is no longer available to you as I have changed my mind. She will stay with me. Signed, Erik.”

Elise returned to her room to find Opium and her belongings absent from it.
“Good riddance.” She sneered and sat in front of her desk strewn with cosmetics. Amongst the mess was a note in perfect handwriting summoning her to Erik’s study. She shrugged, now was as good as any to tell Erik how disappointing Opium was with her first client and how he was going to complain to Erik about her service. Another scheme they had plotted in their quiet chat after Opium had been released. She painted on a fresh coat of lipstick and pouted at the mirror, time to win him back. He had been callous with her lately but with Opium about to be disgraced he would come running back to her with open arms. Perhaps he felt guilty about earlier and he wanted to make it up to her. Skipping down the hallway she knocked on the door and let herself in without waiting for his permission.

The second she stepped through the doorway she realized something was not right. Before she could turn around the door had clicked shut and locked itself, the light disappeared from the room and Erik’s disembodied voice rang from every corner
“How dare you abuse another Girl like that? Instructing a client to harm her, I should have you thrown to Them!” the voice was all consuming and loud to the point of pain. She covered her ears and tried to protest but the voice cut her off
“You dare deny this! I didn’t say you could speak! You have never displeased me as much as today. You will be sold to Gregory tomorrow night but for tonight you still are my property and you will be punished for your actions.” A candle in each corner suddenly flared to life and in an instant Erik was behind her, he took one arm and twisted it behind her back between her shoulder blades. Pushing her forward he bent her over his study table which had been cleared and covered with a cloth in preparation. Rolling her onto her back he gave her a harsh stare that kept her from running, there was nowhere to run even if she got off the table. Erik could be nowhere and everywhere all at once and Elise was in no hurry to enrage him further. His eyes burned with rage, she had never seen him this angry before and felt a surge of fear. He took a loop of rope from his belt and tied it tightly around her wrist, pulling her up into a sitting position he secured the right wrist to the right knee. Pulling tightly he did the same with the other wrist leaving her unbalanced and knees splayed open. Erik nudged her back and she fell back to the desk pulling at her bonds. Exposing her vulnerability she whimpered and tried to beg
“Please Master I’m sorry!” he shook his head
“No. No apologies. You will take this punishment that you badly deserve. I thought you knew better than this. If only you knew what I was truly capable of.” He opened a drawer of the desk and brought out a wad of cloth, shoving it into her mouth he took a strip of cloth and tied it tightly around her head. She bit on the cloth, tears burning her eyes and pulled against the restraints. He delivered a harsh slap across her buttocks she felt her flesh sting and burn. He took a thick rod of wood and tied them to her knees keeping them apart uncomfortably. One more coil of rope looped through the existing ropes and she was winched up above the desk, suspended from the ceiling.

Erik nodded, satisfied and gave her a push, spinning her around freely. He rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt that she had most likely laundered for him and selected a thin cane from the open drawer. Her eyes widened at the sight of it and she protested through the gag, struggling against the bonds.
“I’m giving you what you deserve. Fifty strikes of the cane. Just to warm you up.” She shook her head and made pleading sounds through the gag but to no avail. He spun her round so her exposed thighs faced him and brought the cane down on the soft flesh at the back of the legs. Elise writhed in her restraints as another blow came down further up, each strike harsher than the last until finally he was down to only ten left. Tears streamed down her face and breathing became harder as her nose blocked up, drawing short breaths through the gag. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead as Erik took a step closer and put the sharp point of the cane between her legs to rest on the nub of nerves.
“I have ten left. Where should I put them?” he scratched the cane there as he deliberated over it, the other hand curiously exploring the raised welts that covered her thighs and backside. She wriggled in her restraints trying to get away from that horrible scratching but her movement only served to irritate Erik who struck her with the cane. She screamed through the gag and flexed her fists shaking her head vigorously.

He growled and spun her round so her head aligned with his belt buckle. Delivering the remaining strikes carefully to her breasts, admiring the red stripes that raised up. She screamed at him, muffled profanities mixed with sobs.
“Have you had enough already?” nodding quickly she felt relief replace the fear. He would let her down soon and she’d run away the minute he dismissed her. As fast as her bruised legs would allow her.
“Well I haven’t.”   He placed the cane down on the table and went back to the drawer. He drew out a tapered glass object with bulges that increased in width.
“Understand that this is a punishment. If you come I will whip you to within an inch of your life.” He pulled the gag out and wiped her face with it. Shoving the tip into her mouth he issued a single command.
“Suck.” She obeyed quickly understanding from experience that the wetter she could get the object the less uncomfortable it would be. Wherever it was going. She’d never seen one so long before with the wider bulges far beyond what she had accommodated in the past. He briefly pushed the toy in further, blocking her airway before taking it out, spinning her around and trailing the tip from her clitoris down past the wet folds to her back entrance. Twisting the toy around and probing the entrance he slowly pushed it in, the muscles restricting around each dip and stretching for the bulges. Elise felt uncomfortably full and the toy was only half way, each bulge issuing a whimper. He sensed her discomfort but continued; instead of pushing the remainder in he began to pull it out slowly until only the last bulge remained. He looked up and caught Elise’s eye, a stern look on his face she felt his hands tense and realized what was coming
“No Master please!” He pushed the entire toy in quickly, drawing a small trickle of blood, further than where had stopped until it reached the end and stayed of its own accord. Elise cried out with pain, sobbing and straining against her bonds
“It hurts please Master!” he shook his head and spun her around making her dizzy. He stopped her and pushed the gag back in.
“I tire of your pleading Elise.” He sighed as he tied the gag in place and rotated her til the toy that had slipped two bulges faced him. “Understand that after this you are going to solitary confinement until your future husband collects you. Once you leave this property it is out of bounds to you. You are never to return or associate with any of the girls, or myself. You know the tailor we go to and the shops that my people frequent and you are to stay away from those places.” He slowly pulled the toy out, the slick of blood that clung to it in places barely visible from the flickering light. Her hole gaped momentarily before tentatively closing, her body relaxed hitching in silent sobs. He picked the cane up once more and held one of her feet in a strong unforgiving hand; beginning to strike the sole of her foot.   Almost instantly Elise moaned with pain as the cane struck the same spot repeatedly, when it became almost too much to bear he gave the same treatment to her other foot until both burnt with pain and an angry red stripe ran across both tiny feet. Erik gently lowered her down and untied the girl who thought her punishment was over and looked to the door furtively. A low chuckle emitted from the man,
“You thought it was all over so soon? You misunderstand what your actions deserve. Get on all fours.” Knowing better than to disobey when he was already so enraged she complied. He moved her chest forward until it touched the floor and pulled her arms back uncomfortably until her wrists lay in line with the inside of her ankles. Tying each ankle to paired wrist and securing that to the wooden rod she was now exposed to him and unable to move at all.   He walked over to the drawer of his desk and retrieved a strange pale root with a thick ridge cut into it near one end. He lifted her bodily back onto the desk as if she weighed nothing and placed a hand on her buttocks.
“Understand that you deserve this. No one desecrates my property or disobeys me.” He pushed the root into her ass until her muscles clenched into the ridge, securing it there. Elise was puzzled at first, it wasn’t big and didn’t hurt aside from a light stinging. Erik made a makeshift rope collar to put around her neck and tied that to a desk leg ensuring she would not be able to rise from it. Moving behind her he tied the rod to the wooden leg that sat beneath it with the end result of a completely immobile Elise. A burning sensation began to build from the root, she clenched accidentally and it worsened. Giving a small whimper from behind the gag Elise tried to pull her head up but the rope had been tied at the talented hands of Erik that choked her the more she pulled.
“I ought to throw you to the dogs that leave below for what you have done. However, they would rip you apart and you would be in no state to be a wife to anyone. Instead, you’ll stay here while I organise the last of your departure.” Erik said nothing else and left the girl who tried to keep as still as possible. The burning pain was intensifying with every minute muscle movement and who knows what it was doing to her or how much worse the pain would get.

It wasn’t until several hours later before Erik returned and even then he was ghostly quiet. Without addressing her at all he removed the root, untied her and took the gag from her mouth. Her legs trembled beneath her as her whole body ached as he pulled a white shift over her. He left the makeshift collar on and pulled on the rope as a leash. Humiliated Elise followed as he lead her through the dormitory corridor where all the girls caught a glimpse of the fallen favourite and into a small room that was none other than a lavish cell. No windows, polished floor boards and her clothes dumped unceremoniously into the corner with a large bag that couldn’t possibly fit all the garments in.
“You may take whatever you can fit in that bag. All material possessions in your room are here. Gregory will be here in the morning whereupon you will leave and never return. You know the consequences if you should venture forth.” She nodded mutely and knelt next to her clothes. He sighed as he turned and began to close the door when a man yelling and shouting reached his ears. One of the kitchen staff ran to him and threw herself at his feet
“Master! Master! There’s someone here with a gun, he’s got one of the girls, Master please!” Erik growled and fingered the Punjab in his pocket. With an abnormal forgetfulness he strode away immediately; leaving Elise’s cell unlocked.
“We had an agreement I will not leave without her! Erik? Erik you bastard get out here!” Gregory roared, holding the scared girl to his chest with one hand and waving around a pistol in another. As soon as Elise recognised the voice she slipped out of the room and made her way towards the front lobby. Erik had appeared in the room with the gunman and was making supplicating gestures with his hands. Working very hard to restrict his anger he wanted no harm to befall Candy, each and every girl was precious to him.
“Gregory, I’m here. What is so important that you must forget your manners and barge in here waving your ridiculous gun around and generally harassing my Girls?
“Elise! Who else? You promised her to me and then you don’t even have the courage to come to me and tell me the deal is off in person! Some businessman you are! Well, I have news for you monsieur, I will have Elise. I am here to take her with me now, or this girl dies. I mean it, where is she?” Gregory shook the girl and held the gun to her head. Candy could only look at a confused Erik with wide eyes and give a small whimper
“I think you’ll find there has been some kind of miscommunication. Elise is still promised to you, in fact she was to leave with you tonight before you arrived here.” Erik began to take slow steps forward, convinced he would be able to bend the man to his will with his voice.
“Silence!. You and your mysterious manner, just arriving here and setting this whole brothel up. You appeared out of nowhere and no one knows why you wear that mask. Tell me, what are you hiding, where did you come from?”
“Impudent man my origins are of no concern to you! You will release my girl and take Elise now, then leave my property.” Gregory pushed the gun to Candy’s temple and kicked the back of her knees forcing her to kneel as if this was to be her execution.
“Show me what lays behind the mask or the girl dies.” Silent tears rolled down the girl’s face as she looked at her Master and shook her head. She knew that if Erik showed his unmasked face to this man that Gregory’s life was over. Erik could never let him leave and risk another angry mob but Gregory and forced his hand.
“So you want to see, do you?” Erik snarled indicating to his mask. “Only these girls know what lies beneath and you think you want to see?” Elise had crept up behind Erik and stood just to the side watching the event unfold and fingering her welts softly. Gregory shook Candy and cocked the gun
“If you don’t, I will kill her make no doubts about that. I don’t want to, I really don’t but you leave me no choice.”

The air was thick with tension and repressed rage. Erik’s gloved hands shook with anger which he brought under control as best he could in the situation and stared at Gregory. It was clear he had misjudged this man, thinking him to be kind and gentle and suddenly this break in character.
“Fine.” He uttered quietly. Stunned Gregory loosened his grip on the crying girl and cocked his head
“What did you say?”
“Yes, fine as you wish. You want to see, then see. But, you must first release the girl back to me. She is mine.” He extended a hand to the girl who obediently began to move towards him but Gregory was not so keen to relinquish his hostage and human shield.
“Not so fast, she is my leverage.” He clutched at her desperately
“You have the gun. You could just as easily shoot her from over here as holding her and she’s clearly terrified.” Erik sighed and stopped short of rubbing his temples in frustration. Gregory allowed the girl to slip away and watched as she walked quickly to Erik’s finely tailored clothes to hide beneath his frame.
“Now for you side of the deal. Show me!” Gregory demanded waving the firearm around
“As you wish.” Erik steeled himself for the task that took much energy from him and reminded himself too much of his childhood. Slipping a finger beneath the mask he gently removed it and stared through Gregory; his eyes boring through the weaker man. Gregory spluttered as the blood drained from his face and he felt almost faint. Making a series of incomprehensible noises he staggered back from the horrific sight before him and aimed his gun at Erik with shaking hands.
“God, you’re a….a monster!” Standing beside him Elise gasped and reacted instinctively. As Gregory cried out and fired Elise leapt in front of Erik and took the bullet speeding towards him. Erik seemed to break away from the mental place he had disappeared to at the deafening gun shot. His ears rang and he felt disorientated and disconnected from reality. Slowly he looked from Gregory’s smoking gun to the ragdoll at his feet. The surrounding girls were screaming and flocked to Elise with much crying and wailing. Opium had heard the gunshots and ran to the foyer in time to see Gregory drop the gun from trembling hands and hastily turn around to flee down the corridor. She looked at the floor to the pitiful sight of Elise in a white shift with red blossoming out slowly consuming the material. Slipping his mask back on Erik knelt down and took the girl in his arms
“Can you hear me pet?” he murmured in her ear, giving her head a kiss and removing her hands from the source of blood that slowly soaked through the white shift. Even as she weakly smiled at him a trickle of blood dripped steadily from the corner of her mouth. The kitchen boy ran back in to let them know Gregory was no longer on the property and proposed a search party to bring the murderer to justice but Erik barely heard him. The boy was shushed away by the girls who knelt respectfully around the Master and his fallen favourite.
“Master…” Elise whispered as Erik’s finger was on the weakening pulse on her neck. He leaned closer
“Yes?” She inhaled his scent gently, cradled in the warmth of his arms and looked into his eyes
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes unfocused and glazed over. The weak pulse petered out and with it the blood slowed to a leak from her chest. Erik knelt with Elise in his arms staring down at her with emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was no stranger to death. Death had been his silent companion for many years but usually struck people who mattered not to him. The girls wept silently and reached out to each other for comfort as Erik lay Elise down on the wooden floor. Taking the cover from the ornate table he lay it over Elise, hiding her from view and stood up staring at it.

For several moments only the girls crying could be heard until Erik seemed to master his emotions.
“Helen.” The girl looked up and sniffed extraditing herself from the others and walking to him.
“Yes Master?”
“Place a notice in the papers and on the door. We will be closed for business for a week. Contact whomever you need to. Bring me an errand boy.” He kissed her forehead and sent her on her way knowing that he could rely on her to follow his instructions.

“Vanessa, take everyone to the dorm. No one will be working for at least a week to collect yourselves and for the proper arrangements to be made for Elise.” Vanessa nodded, tears streaming down her feet as she helped Candy to her feet and ushered all remaining girls away. Opium didn’t move as she stared at Erik and tentatively moved towards him. She extended a hand towards him but the errand boy he had summoned arrived with his cap in his hand and trying not to look at the still body on the floor

“Bring me the doctor and the funeral director from Ash Street. Immediately. Tell them there was a disgruntled customer who had a gun and no more. Understand?”

“Yes sir!” the boy ran away grateful to get away from the man who’s mere presence gave him chills on an average day.

“Master?” Opium looked up at him and took his hand.

“I’m going to organise what needs to be done and then I will retire to my private quarters where I do not want to be disturbed. Relay that to the others.” Opium knew she had effectively been dismissed and quietly exited the room. She gave him one last look before disappearing from view and saw him kneeling by Elise’s side and taking her lifeless hand in his.
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