You Little Viper

You Little Viper
I do not own anything. Just James/ Jenna.
SUMMERY:
When Joseph Buquet dies at the hands of the phantom, his child takes it into hands to kills the notorius opera ghost...

I slowly came to, groaning at the headache that throbbed throughout my brain. I slowly sat up, wincing as my stiff muscles cracked and complained loudly.

I listened carefully to the noises of the cave, picking out each individual sounds as they came to me.

I frowned as my highly tuned ears picked up two sounds that didn’t belong.

Soft moans coming from the other room.

A soft purr that came from right next to my head.

I turned my head and smiled as a kitten, no older that three months or so, batted it’s tiny paw onto my nose. I sat up carefully so that I wouldn’t scare the short haired feline away. To my surprise, she (or at least, I thought it was a she) climbed into my lap and continued to purr loudly.

I careflly gathered the small cat into my arms as I moved from the bed to the door. Finding it unlocked, I stepped out into the candelit room.

This was a mistake.

The moans grew louder and I beame curious as of to what was moaning. I found that the noises were coming from another room that was next door to my own prison and I fearlessly pushed open the door and entered.

I froze as I saw the phantom, nude from the shoulders down. He had his back turned to me, and the sounds were coming from him. I got a pretty good idea of what he was doing- I didn’t spend nine years disguised as a boy only not to know what masterbation was.

But before I could exit and close the door, the cat- curse that cat-jumped out of my arms and ran up to the phantom, meowing eagerly as she jumped up onto the bed next to him.

He slowly turned to face me, his masked face glinting eerily in the candelight. I gasped loudly before running from the room and towards my own bed.

But however before I could take a few steps, the phantom barged out of his room and grabbed me. I shrieked loudly, kicking and clawing mindlessly, trying in vain to free myself. He carried me into his bedroom and threw me onto the bed.

As I looked up at him with fearful eyes, I couldn’t help but know what my fate was to be. I stared at his face, ignoring his hugeness of his manhood complety.

Until he began to move towards me slowly.

“I see that you’ve met my pet,” was all that he said, in a calm tone of voice. “Her name is Ayesha, she is a Siamese.” As he spoke, he roughly pumped his manhood with his large fist.

It took everything that I had not to stare at his manhood.

Until it squirted me.

I yelped and tumbled off the bed, disoreneted for a few moments until the phantom picked me up again. This time, he held me close to his body as he lied down on the bed. I couldn’t move as he began to brush my hair with his hands.

“Why would you ever hide as a male?” he murmured softly, his hands wandering lower as he teased me with the hem of my shirt.

I went still and silent, stiffening my body so that he would know that I was uncomfortable with where all this was going.

But he seemed to ignore what my body was telling him as he tried to remove my shirt.

I jumped up with a loud yelp before running back to my bed.

Dear Lord, what was that?