Discovery

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Meg lowered herself to the ground. She was exploring the rigging on the seventh floor and had climbed up on a rope just for fun. Meg was very adventurous and wasn't content to play parlor games with the other girls. She walked down the narrow path she had just discovered. She didn't exactly know where she was but she didn't worry. She always managed to find a way out. Suddenly she heard a humming from one of the walls.

Apparently she was behind the hallway, between the Opera's double casing! She heard the humming, a male's voice, light and entrancing. She stopped. There had to be a trapdoor here somewhere. She had discovered that the entire Opera House was covered with secret passages and trapdoors; in fact, there was a two way mirror in Christine Daae's dressing room! Meg stopped. The humming was coming directly beside her.

She tapped on the bricks, sure that there was a door of some sort there. Suddenly she felt a brick move. She wriggled her finger in the space and pressed a lever. The trapdoor opened and Meg gasped. It was the managers private office, but the man inside was not Andre or Richard.

He was sitting in their chair at the desk, writing something. He was tall even sitting down, wearing nothing but black with a black mask covering his entire face. He was wearing a fedora and cape, and he glared when he saw her. "What in Hell's Fire are you doing?" He screamed at her. She meekly raced inside and closed the door. "I could ask the same of you sir" She said defiantly. "Let me tell you little girl, I've killed people for lesser crimes than sneaking up upon me. Get out of my sight brat." She stared into his eyes and stared him down.

"I am not a little brat; I am sixteen and the future Prima Ballerina." He stood up to his full height and came around the desk. His cape billowed as he walked and his presence spoke of danger and menace. He leaned against the desk with his arms crossed and smirked at the girl. "How dare you be impudent to the Opera Ghost." He snarled. Meg shivered. She found herself attracted to this dangerous man.

He began to circle her menacingly and she did not back down. "Are you not afraid of me? You're shivering in terror." He did not realize her shivers were of pleasure at the thrill of his voice. "Should I be?" She taunted. He snarled and stood before her. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She looked directly into his yellow eyes. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Do you know I've never been with a woman?" He asked suddenly. "Well how awful for you, thanks for sharing." She said sarcastically.

Suddenly he grabbed her and pressed her close to his chest. "Do not tempt me brat." He released her and stood beside her. Meg knew his eyes were traveling down her body and back up. She didn't know why, but she wanted him to take her by force. She shuddered at the delightful idea of giving her virginity to the most feared man in the Paris Opera House. He swooped in close to her back and grabbed her waist.

He sniffed her hair and traced her arms. "Oh, I do so want a taste of pleasure." He moaned. Meg backed up into him, and he placed his hands on her waist. He pressed into her and she felt his tell-tell bulge. She leaned forward towards the desk and the man moved his hands up beneath her skirt.

He began to finger her area and she moaned to encourage him. "I won't do anything by force. Tell me to stop now and I will, but wait any longer and I will not be able to stop." She placed her hands on the desk and he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed her skirt and petticoat up pressed himself into her intimate area. She had thought he would go for her buttocks yet apparently that was not his desire. He pushed deep inside her and she gasped as her maidenhead broke.

He grunted as he thrust harder into her, yet Meg froze when he uttered "Christine." Meg had no idea who this man was nor why he was haunting the Opera House, yet it thrilled her as he forced himself into her. He continued to push hard and rough and Meg delighted at the pleasure.

He rubbed her breasts through the thin gauze of her gown, and she moaned as he dug his bony fingers into the tender flesh. She cried out as she felt herself climax, and soon the man was moaning as he spilled inside her. He rubbed her buttocks as he slipped out, and she leaned back.

The man pulled up his pants quickly and snarled, "Get Out." Meg grinned as she looked at him. "This won't be our last meeting monsieur-.." She did not even know his name! "Erik" He said grimly. "Erik" She repeated. "Go on, Get Out" Erik snapped at her. Meg left through the front door and she heard him slam it shut. She whistled as she walked away.