[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

However, I love him.

In fact, I knew very early on that he is a particularly extreme and twisted person, just like his way of showing love, obviously every step exudes a romantic and gentle atmosphere, but it seems to be forced and imprisoned.Looking down at the bright and fragrant yellow rose in his hand, tears suddenly fell down.

I remember the first time I received a rose of this color, it was three years ago.At that time, I had just come out of the iron cage in the underground labyrinth, and I was in a coma for two full days. When I woke up, I found a yellow rose and a letter from a red skull beside my bed.It's a pity that at that time, I focused all my attention on the letter and ignored the rose.

Thinking about it now, the yellow rose appeared after the Iron Cage incident, and before that, the Phantom gave out red roses habitually.

And the flower language of the yellow rose is...apologizing for love, and waiting for love.

It turns out that he has liked me since three years ago.

It is clearly a well-founded conjecture, but somehow it is even more unrealistic than a daydream.Tears fell one after another, falling more and more, and my chest was numb with unspeakable emotions.In fact, I don't want to cry at all, but I can't help it.At this time, it seems that only by crying can the love and emotion blocked in the throat be vented.

Noticing that he came to me, I raised my hand to wipe away my tears, trying to give him a smile, but he grabbed my wrist.

I have always known that he has a special attraction for me. No matter what he says or does, I can't resist it.But it was the first time that he realized that this attraction had reached a terrifying level. Just being watched by him made his chest ache with rapid heartbeat.

At the same time, it is also the first time that I want to be so close to a person: I want to hug him, be surrounded by his body temperature and smell, I want to hear him whispering above the top of my head or ears... I didn’t dare to do everything to him before think about things.Of course, what I want most is to tell him these thoughts in person.I don't know when the effect of the medicine will wear off.

At this time, my other hand was also held by him.The bouquet of yellow roses hit the ground with a bang.

I saw the fragility and uneasiness in his eyes gradually disappear, replaced by the fierce eyes of a beast on the eve of hunting.In the blink of an eye, I didn't even have time to tell what his eyes meant, and I was already pushed onto the props in the center of the stage by him.

The sound of the iron chains colliding sounded, and I felt the hard touch of the fence on my back. An ominous premonition slowly rose in my heart.

He lifted my veil and looked down at me from top to bottom. His eyes were heavy shackles, firmly manacled on my body.His hands are the crosses used to punish prisoners. He forcibly separates my wrists and fixes them on the left and right sides.

During the whole process, he didn't say a word, but I had the illusion of being dragged into my belly by him.

"Since the light of the soul cannot lead you to me."

This is a libretto at the end of the aria.When he sang here, he deliberately paused, and I saw a mechanic above understand, and pulled the hanging rope vigorously, almost in the blink of an eye, the velvet cloth covering the props behind me disappeared.

Looking sideways, my heartbeat suddenly stopped, and I experienced an ominous premonition. It turned out to be a huge and fine cage, and the vertical bars on all sides were engraved with irregular golden roses.Fortunately, the bottom of the cage was not sealed, it was hollow.This gave me a small sigh of relief.

As if dissatisfied with my distraction, he pulled my chin, threatening with his thumb and forefinger, from my jaw, neck, all the way to my arm and wrist: "I can only cut off your golden feather and lock you in In the cage, force you to submit."

At this moment, his eyes completely turned golden.It is simply a beast that is excited to stand up.I shivered involuntarily, fearing that he would accidentally pinch my wrist bone.

At the same time, the lights in the audience suddenly went out, and the auditorium became an undulating black ocean.The shackles on the hands were gone, and so was the weight on the body.I touched my swollen wrist in a daze, trying to call Phantom's name, but remembered that I could no longer make a sound.

I don't know how long it took—perhaps only a few seconds later, the sound of mechanical gears running at high speed suddenly came from above my head. In the darkness, the sound was like bone bruising, which made people shudder.I subconsciously took a step back, but stepped on a sliding rope and almost fell to the ground.At this time, a beam of white light hit me behind.Turning around to look, I saw that the cage that was still in place just now miraculously disappeared, and there was no trace of dragging around.

Before I could step up to take a closer look, the next second, the lights in the entire theater were lit up.There were spectators in the front row who looked surprised, as if they had seen something incredible.I looked around in bewilderment and saw nothing.

With her back to the auditorium, Phantom stood not far away with her arms folded, as motionless as a stone statue.Lights were projected from all directions, cutting his figure, shoulders and neck into a tall, slender and deep silhouette.

I don't know if his aura is too scary, but seeing this scene, my palms were sweating faintly, and my feet couldn't help trying to escape.

Taking a deep breath, I clenched my hands, trying to restrain the inexplicable panic in my heart, waiting for his next move.Time passed bit by bit, and the corset was wet with sweat, sticking to the skin wetly.Just when I was about to be tortured by the suffocating atmosphere, the orchestra finally ushered in the most solemn and critical passage of the second act——

Cellists and violinists put down their bows and began to pluck the strings with their fingers.This is not the mainstream way of playing, but it played the most brilliant, shocking, and unimaginable music sound. The mountain-like waves moved from the sea level, and with indescribable power, they smashed into the rocks. on the reef.

Such an eclectic, but unusually magnificent tune can only be written by the Phantom.But I don't know why, the fascination and admiration for him can no longer alleviate the fear in my heart.I can't tell what I'm afraid of, but I feel that something bad is about to happen.

Phantom tilted her head slightly, and stepped back steadily.Every time he took a step back, the invisible sense of fear intensified in my heart.

The light is a lead-gray pen, smearing thick shadows on his browbones, bridge of nose, and chin, outlining clear lines.This time it was no longer my illusion. Under the changing light and shadow, his side face really took on a terrifying shape like a skeleton.

Withdrew to the extreme, there was no way to retreat, he was on the edge of the stage, turned his head and glanced at me——

If the way he looked at me before was full of passionate nostalgia, then this look only shows a strong possessiveness without emotion.It seems that in his eyes, I am no longer a person, but an object that can be taken as his own.The sense of fear climbed to the peak, and I almost had difficulty breathing under his watch. It took a while before I recovered my normal breathing rate.

There was the sound of gear transmission and rope pulling again, and there seemed to be something huge in the air descending rapidly——by the time I raised my head, it was too late: the golden cage slammed down, and it was a sharp claw that opened Suddenly wedged into the countertop, the marble floor trembled.

Cold sweat trickled down from his temples. I misunderstood everything before. What he did was not "like" coercion and confinement, but it was coercion and confinement.Through the vertical bars of the cage, I saw him coming over, standing in front of me, grabbing my wrist, and forcefully pulling my hand out.

"From now on," he looked at me and said slowly, "I am your husband."

He took off the tail ring of his little finger, put it on my left ring finger, bent down, and kissed my fingertip almost fanatically: "I will love you forever, and you must love me forever."

As soon as the voice fell, a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly hit.The floor under his feet was actually sinking.For a moment, I didn't know whether to be moved by the content of his words first, or the mechanism under my feet first.His field of vision was gradually submerged, and the last scene he saw was: He tore off the cloak on his body and threw it into the sky. With the interlude at the end of the second act, the cloak spontaneously ignited in the air and turned into countless clusters of flaming meteors like falling.Perhaps because the same trick was performed not long ago, no one in the audience panicked, but cheered enthusiastically.As soon as the flame landed on the ground, it immediately spread to both sides, and the heat wave rushed to the face, distorting the scene in front of it.And he looked back at me in the blazing sea of ​​flames, and made several mouth shapes to me.

It wasn't until the cage sank completely into the ground that I realized what those mouth shapes were saying.

He said, "I'm not a ghost, Meg. I have a name, Eric."