[The Phantom of the Opera] Possession

Serious blurb:

After Scarlett is abandoned by her stepmother, a circus takes her in. Taught to be a proper lady since the age of three, Scarlett can't learn the circus tricks.

Everyone looks down on her. If she can't be useful, nobody wants her. The adults threaten to sell Scarlett into prostitution.

Scarlett understands that the only way to stay with the circus is to find someone to protect her.

So she sets her sights on the boy everyone fears. Though the masked boy is locked in a cage, everyone is terrified of him.

He's clever and cunning, always able to get fresh food and learn anything with ease.

Eric knows that the girl who dares to hide behind him is clever. He doesn't mind giving Scarlett a little protection, as long as she belongs to him forever.

Later, Scarlett escapes from his side and flees back to her gilded cage.

They meet again in a theater. He watches the proud bird, adored by her fans, and lets out a low laugh.

Then he takes control of her, just as before. He holds her hand as they commit crimes and sink into ruin together.

They sing and dance to their hearts' content on the empty stage.

He whispers, tempting her: "Die for me, Juliet."

But Scarlett was never a tame bird. She is a wild and noble rose. Her thorns pierce his hand, and his blood blends with her red. It hurts, but he cannot let go.

"I'll follow you in death, Romeo." Scarlett smiles as she drives a dagger through them both.

He belongs to her, and she belongs to him.

Over-the-top blurb:

The monster had thought countless times about strangling her.

He wanted to hear her bones creak and her breath choke off, to see her hands fall limp and her eyes go dim.

That beautiful bird, afraid of his hideous face yet clinging tightly to him, drawing warmth and protection from him, had wandered into the circus by mistake. She was so innocent and fragile.

But the monster didn't do it.

He hid his ugliness in the firelight, shielded her trembling body, and put a shackle on the bird.

The frightened bird could only bury her face in his arms and greedily enjoy his protection.

And so the monster gained the one thing that belonged to him alone. Not the circus's indestructible cage, not the heavy chains around his hands and feet, nor the contemptuous, fearful looks of those around him.

Only his bird, the monster's own bird.

The monster carefully tended to the bird and shared everything he had with her, just so his bird could survive in the circus.

But in the end, she flew from his grasp, heading for velvet cushions and clean water, never looking back.

When they meet again, the monster has transformed himself into the Phantom, wearing an expensive suit and a mask as he sits in Box Five.

He misses his bird so much that he notices the bright red hair in the box across from him at a glance.

The bird should never have come back, because the Phantom will never let her go.

He laughs softly, wrapping an arm around the bird's trembling waist, breathing in the rose scent of her hair as he spins her around and around. The pain he has inflicted on her is finally ready to bloom.

He whispers in the bird's ear: "Die for me, my poor Juliet."

There is a fire in Scarlett's heart, hidden beneath her heavy skirts, tight corset, and demure gaze.

The fire scorches her chest, heats her ribs, sets her blood boiling and her heart ablaze. That's why she's always angry, with nowhere to vent her rage.

Until the cruel, snake-like Phantom holds her close, takes her hand, and uses it to bring a lamp crashing down again and again. At last, the flames burn her to ashes, and they fall naked into an ice cavern.

How could the bird not know that the monster had planted the fire in her heart?

She simply relished it.

Theme: Oh my god, please let me have the Phantom.