The brutal assault on her womanhood continued without relent, and all Lyra could do was sob as the weight of his hips buried her deeper into the satin sheets. His length continued to pillage, sinking in harsh and deep to teach her a supposed lesson. She lied limp when he kissed her and tried to lie immobile when he continued, stabbing and stabbing until he pushed in deep and spilled his vile essence within. Fear gripped her then as she felt the heat of his release and quiet whimpers tore through her pursed lips. The last thing she wanted was a child from a Geslack, and if he continued to spill inside, there was a possibility the thing she detested the most would come true.<br/><br/>His weight fell on her trembling frame and then he dislodged his limb from her sheath and she gasped as the warmth of his spill and her lifeblood began to trickle out and coat her thighs. Everything hurt, and she felt torn and violated and damaged beyond repair. Lyra - once the proud heir of house bremmington, had been reduced to a miserable wreck. She remained lying with her hips slightly raised, form trembling as tears continued to fall. She didn't dare move until Engel forcibly tossed her against the headboard.<br/><br/>Was he going to destroy her further?<br/><br/>Lyra drew her legs toward herself, clamping her blood-smeared thighs together as tightly as possible to hide her ruined flower from his cruel gaze. "Please don't." Broken words, the first ones she'd spoken in a somewhat coherent manner.<br/><br/>It was then that he did the most unexpected thing; The Geslack snake gave her back her powers. Lyra's eyes went wide, but the Bremmington Ice and warrior's soul were nowhere to be found, there was just confusion laced with fear.<br/><br/>Had he given her back her powers earlier, she would have attacked him without a second though, but the searing pain from between her legs and the brutal assault she'd just injured had chipped away at all confidence and pride. Lyra merely lowered her head in submission before turning her body away from him and curling up in a miserable fetal position. "I'll be good," her words were punctuated with whimpers. "I promise I'll listen this time. Please... please don't hurt me."