[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

At the moment when Eric suddenly reached out to take her away, Enid was stunned - many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain of the extreme flame collision brewed by loneliness and loneliness, unable to release, unable to extricate herself , and this was the first time someone interrupted her pain and forcibly brought her out of it.

But it is undeniable that she feels much better now, so except for the surprise at first, the blond girl followed Eric quietly and quickly to the place he planned to take her.Enid was used to rejection and incomprehension, but she would never like it—just as she would never enjoy her pain, though she would never give it up.

There has been silence between them, but this silence is different from the embarrassment and weirdness between the four before, but it is peaceful and tolerant, even approaching understanding and healing.They passed the stairs to the second floor without saying a word, and walked through the corridors that were lit with candles but obviously much more empty than those on the first floor. Finally opened his mouth to explain his destination when he walked down the corridor.

"I know there's a powder room here that's lost its lock," Eric said. "No one bothered to pry the door because it's not going to be used, but I have a spare key. It's been cleaned, so you can go in and rest for a while." ——After the rest, do you want to see where I used to live? I mean, I can take you to my underground palace..." When he said this, he frowned tightly, as if I regretted my previous promise, but I didn't change my mind in the end.

Enid pretended not to know, she raised her eyebrows slightly because of this unexpected invitation, and her mood was not as uncomfortable as before.

"Eric?" she asked, surprised. "You really meant to take me—I mean, of course, I'm glad you'd share that with me. But I'm really fine, and I thought you'd come here It's for Kristen Daye..." At this point, she felt a slight soreness in her heart for some reason, accompanied by small, needle-like pains that did not come from punishment.She seldom felt heartache other than punishment, and Enid couldn't help being slightly taken aback.But before she could think about this emotion, Eric inserted the key into the hole of a dark wooden door, turned it slightly, and said at the same time: "Maybe, but I think now—"

His words stopped abruptly, because the second half was completely interrupted by the sudden sound of a man's scolding and a woman's scream.

Eric froze in place, the door opened in front of him, he could hardly comprehend the scene in front of him, and it was so clear every second - the middle-aged man who was furious and naked from his body The girl climbed up and hurriedly put on his half-loosed pants, yelling at the blind guy who interrupted his fun.And the girl just glanced at the door and then screamed in horror, weeping like being insulted, pulled a luxurious overcoat to cover her body, and at the same time begged the middle-aged man for something——no, go Some time ago, he had just opened the door and came in, and the couple who were addicted to love hadn't found him yet——

The middle-aged man was panting and heaving on the delicate and charming girl, and the sweat slid down his pale and swollen face due to alcohol.The little belly that was not covered by the exquisite clothing was slapped on the girl's soft waist.The greasy fat is naturally disgusting, but there is something in the rhythm that Eric can't take his eyes off, that is... a pair of fat hands roughly rubbing the girl's white and soft two Lumpy, dull lips fit the graceful curve of her neck, and the most erosive flowers bloomed at the intersection of their bodies—the bluish-purple swelling kept coming in and out of the secret valley of the girl's white body. Open and close to reveal the petals of the tender meat.On the man's face was an ugly excitement mixed with human instinctive impulses, while the woman screamed in pain and lingeringly, obviously deeply involved in it.Obviously, this is a pair of aristocratic men and women having an affair, and the relationship between them is probably very disgraceful. The woman's prayers to the man after discovering Eric may include dealing with this accidental break-up.

But these, these Eric's brains can't handle it at all.He was just terrified, stunned, and... uncontrollably paying attention to every detail, a switch in his body seemed to be turned on, and it was hot and hot in an instant.He just froze in place relying on instinct, he couldn't hear the aristocratic man's arrogance and scolding clearly, and he couldn't hear the coquettish girl's superior contempt—he didn't have the instinct to kill, and he could only rely on the last sliver of self-awareness to firmly hold on to the place. Hold Enid back so she won't see what's inside the door.All his killing instincts were suppressed by another instinct, which was more turbulent, stronger, and suddenly awakened.Eric's handsome face was burning red, and he did something very embarrassing and completely inconsistent with the image of the phantom in people's minds: the handsome man turned around in a hurry, grabbed Enid's wrist, Stumbled out of this room, this staircase, this building.

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Eric didn't know how he got back to the villa—the agreement between him and Enid about the underground palace was of course void, and there was nothing he could do.All the while, he was restless, wandering back and forth, horrified to feel uncomfortable and longing, yet ashamed to relieve.His memory repeatedly lingered in the scene of the pair of noble men and women having sex, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.And clumsy, but also has the instinct of the beast.He didn't want to stay in the same space with Enid at all, and reluctantly endured the time in the carriage—she was so close to him, and the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of her hair.How white the exposed wrist is... damn it!Eric slammed his back against the cabinet hard, then leaned against the wall, gasping for air.He clutched his sweaty hair decadently, unable to face the defeat and shame in his heart.

This is embarrassing - yes, Eric isn't some brat who doesn't know anything about sex|desires.He had had a few brief bouts of masturbation in his past life, but that was usually terminated by inner shame and self-loathing.What's more, the only woman he loves and admires is Christine, and he can't regard her as the object of his sexual fantasies, even if it is only temporarily.And other women were just a part of his aversion to him—Eric's teenage attempts at sex stopped abruptly, and he lived a life like an ascetic for a long time.

But that doesn't mean he hasn't seen other men and women having sex—too many, in the magnificent building of the Paris Opera House, there are countless dirty little corners, and there are countless dirty little corners. secret.In the past, The Phantom of the Opera has encountered men and women hiding in various places several times. Some of them are sincere love birds who will marry in secret against the wishes of their parents, and some are middle-aged people who play on the spot. I hope everyone knows your love There is no need to seriously seek a pleasure.No matter which one can arouse his sympathy, the opposite is a deeper disgust and hatred for himself.Eric usually frightened them maliciously, and even made some situations like broken beams-but in the final analysis, he was disgusted and slightly indifferent to the lust of these people.

Dirty, corrupt, rough.He watched coldly, unable to imagine that someone could be so deeply involved.

The scenes he saw today were essentially the same as those he had seen in the past—probably one thing, that is, he already had a new identity, was trying to integrate into the world, and was worried about Christine before, He hadn't seen those scenes for half a year—but it still didn't make sense, how could he suddenly feel excited by something dirty, coveted and helpless?That shouldn't be it!But everything today was like turning on that switch, and the desire in his heart was awakened and revived. He stood still and couldn't move, and couldn't help watching that ugly couple. There is a desire, like the awakening of a beast's instinct.And this awakening made him startled and painful.Eric almost thought that his lust would burn her sanctity when he pulled Enid's wrist away, or that her sanctity would burn his lust, it was the same - luckily nothing happened in the end .

Eric hated the beast in his soul, and hated that kind of thing about bestiality—it was out of control, and at any moment, it would drag him from the current world of light back to the out of control of the bottomless darkness.But he couldn't help being tainted by that lust.That thing was originally hidden in his heart, and once awakened, it would be like a spring breeze blowing buds, and the earth would be happy.desire!The fire of desire!Eric screamed exhaustedly on the ground, rolled over, and hit the wall and wardrobe with his body to resist this ugly, tempting, burning desire.He could feel the erection in his lower body, and he was ashamed and restless, mixed with unspeakable disgust and a trace of hope... Finally, the pain and friction of the floor wore away the strong desire, Eric Already drenched like a fish just out of water.He didn't have time to do anything, he just fell on the bed - a few seconds later, he fell into a dark and sweet dream.

But this is not a peaceful dream.

At first, he seemed to be being manipulated by someone, led by a mysterious, unknown and vague force, walking along the path of light, feeling unprecedentedly calm, warm and safe.Then, he landed on a big bed with ease physically and mentally, with a white and fluffy quilt under him.His mind was at an unnaturally high level of activity and at the same time wonderfully serene.He thought that there should be a woman beside him, and then a female body appeared beside him.Unexpectedly, Eric did not experience any nausea, disgust or discomfort.He just turned over calmly and excitedly and pressed on the woman's body, their clothes disappeared naturally, and Eric kissed the other's neck.

At first, the women's faces are blurred.Maybe it was shrouded in fog, maybe Eric didn't pay attention.All he felt was the soft and incredible plumpness, the slender waist, and even the white thighs... He kissed her obsessively, as if worshiping her, but with a unique tenderness.Her two arms wrapped around his body like snakes. Eric's mind was clear, but his eyes were closed by something, and he could only see some shadows vaguely.They kissed long, his hands gliding over her body, sighing contentedly and gasping unbearably, she groaned and he growled.The rhythm of life is so consistent and so mysterious.Her white and soft body is trapped in the bed, and it rises and falls together with the white and soft bed - they are like in the sea, like in the clouds, like in a dream, everything is the most beautiful of.

It was like a dream, Eric kissed her wet and bright red lips, rubbed her white and soft breasts, and stroked her slender and beautiful thighs... The dream was blurred, crazy and upside down, but she and the people around her Everything is as light, white and clean as clouds.Eric felt love and desire in her arms, he felt that he was deeply in love with her, they embraced for almost a century, white clouds floated around them... The bed disappeared, the quilt melted For the sake of soft clouds, only they are left between the sun and the clouds, kissing and making|making love without shame and naturally.Eric has enjoyed this light and warmth for a long time, and this unknown woman.He thought of a name several times in his mind, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth. He couldn't remember the name now.

They loved and made|loved, and the female body was as soft and white as a cloud.Finally, a ray of white light was thrown high, and Eric's eyes were instantly illuminated by bright colors!Golden, seaweed-like long hair, and blue, gentle eyes that seem to be half-opened... This is not his beloved Christine Daye, this is not Christine's hair and eyes!This is—this is—Eric opened his eyes wide in horror, and backed away involuntarily, and found that the familiar but unnamed woman was staring at him with sad and inclusive eyes.Then he gave a cry—and he began to fall, fall, through clouds as white and soft as her body—and suddenly he woke up on the bed in his own bedroom.

Eric turned over and sat up all of a sudden, this big movement caused his legs to shift, and at the same time he felt the cold stickiness of his pants sticking to his thighs - he reached out to touch it in disbelief, his fingers smelled fishy cloudy.Suddenly, self-loathing and pain hit him, and Eric collapsed on the bed—but the pain was much lighter than before, replaced by intense anxiety and self-doubt. "How could I dream of her?" Eric said to himself, asking himself again and again, "How could I dream of Enid?"

——Yeah, how could it be.

The author has something to say: *Some people speculate that Eric is impotent based on the lyrics of the musical. I think there may be more psychological problems.Self-loathing (people like me can't be favored by women) loathing for others (the world is cold and ruthless) put the only female Christine I love too high (would you miss your only light?), so I just Set up the miserable Eric... Masturbation failure, not masturbating for a long time?And everyone understands why Eric awakened | lust this time.

*Similar to the previous article, it was not Christine that Eric dreamed about, because he put the other person too high in his heart.Although Enid is gentle and holy, Eric has thoughts about her in his dream, and the image of the cloud erases his previous aversion to sex and filters it into a perfect artistic conception.Subconsciously, Eric knew that Enid and him were the same kind of person, who understood each other and were suitable for love.But he won't admit it XD