Was there no limit to the Geslack snake's cruelty? Lyra could only wither in his grasp as an unfamiliar warmth started building between her legs. It wasn't at all painful (like his brutal thrusts from the night before) but there was a sense of humiliation and defeat that came alongside the strange sensation she was feeling. Lyra couldn't understand it, but in the pit of her stomach, knew that it was undoubtedly twisted, just like the Geslack prince himself.<br/><br/>She hated him intensely then, but more than anything, she hated herself.<br/><br/>Just end me here, she wanted to plead. The words never came, even in this regard, she was an utterly useless coward. Lyra remained seated on her treacherous master's lap as his finger worked its magic, lancing into her newly torn tunnel and leaving a moist bridge when it finally retreated. She shuddered when he finally pulled out of her, relief that the torment was over. It wasn't over. He shoved her, and she and Theo found themselves in a precarious and rather lewd position.<br/><br/>Her skin burned with shame as she felt the rigid truth of his lust press against her heat. Engel only added to their shame when the bottom of his boot pressed down on her backside, ensuring that his clothed member pressed firmly against her opening. She could feel Theo's heat and eagerness through the fabric of his breeches, and a part of her feared him then. He'd been nothing but kind to her, but did he lust after her the same way Engel did. Being a virgin before her own encounter with the Geslack snake, Lyra didn't know what to make of the situation she'd found herself in. Betrayal, fear, sadness, a mixture of everything danced across her features as her own wetness left a mark on Theo's pants. She tried pull away, but the boot resting on her only made it so it were as if she was grinding against the poor boy.<br/><br/>The veil crept up on her then, and Lyra ceased her struggling. At the end of the day, she was his now, wasn't she?<br/><br/>Lyra was so lost in her despair, that when Theo wrapped his arms around her, she was too weak to decline. She allowed the servant boy to lead her to into the room, as her hand reached weakly for the dress Engel had hiked above her waist. She pulled it down, trying desperately to tug it lower and lover so she could hide her bareness and her shame. How would she ever go home and wear her family name with pride?<br/><br/>She didn't know the answer, she didn't even know if she could trust Theo, but he was all she had so she needed to.<br/><br/>Once they were alone in the other room, Lyra tried to compose herself. "Thank you for getting us out of there." She still couldn't bare to look him in the eyes. Perhaps she was scared of what she'd find in them. "Please forget everything you saw earlier." Her voice was faint. "Just forget." If Theo looked hard enough, he would notice the tears she wished to shed in her eyes and the way her hands trembled as she held on weakly to the hem of her rumpled dress. She felt so exposed.