“I’d rather you not go,” He said, his voice soft like velvet and rich like wine. A far contrast from what you’ve already seen of him…

You were underneath the opera house. There was no use sugar coating it; he kidnapped you. It was hard not to go with the unexpectedly charming masked man. You didn’t speak, simply listening to the sounds of his organ and his singing, his speaking.

“…they must think you’re dead by now, anyways.”