Master Of The Opera, Act 5: A Haunting Duet - Plot & Excerpts
Of course, with Roman’s techno music blaring at top volume, conversation wouldn’t have been possible. He seemed in fine good spirits now. Now that he figured he’d won. He’d made her change three times, clearly enjoying putting her through her paces, like he was training a dog—sit, stay, roll over, beg—until he was satisfied with the dress she chose. Long-sleeved, with matching ruffles at the wrists and high collar. With the black stockings he’d insisted on, he’d managed to make her look like a maiden aunt. The cops followed behind, and Christine wondered what they made of her and all this. Inside, she trembled. So much for her warrior-priestess self. One slap and she crumpled in fear. She hated herself for it. She could no more stand up to Roman than she could to her father. Just the tone of voice Roman had used had turned her into a crumbly thirteen-year-old again. Nothing had really changed. She tried to firm her resolve with the image of the Master—not his bear self, but the man she’d made love with—speared through with the Sanclaro silver cross .
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