She was starting to slip away and retreat into her own safe haven when Engel brought her back with a cruel shake. Empty blue irises snapped back to life and it were as if an imaginary chain yanked Lyra back, tethering her to the harsh reality she'd found herself in. The numbness she'd tried to hide behind gave way to the acute feeling of his limb lancing into her like a weapon, stabbing deeper and deeper as she trembled feebly beneath his muscled body.<br/><br/>Lyra felt torn apart and ruined and the cruel Geslack was pistoning harder than ever as if chasing after something. Each thrust continued to burn and a panicky fear fell over Lyra when she realized where this was headed. She could already feel him throbbing within, and while he'd been her first, knew enough of basic biology to know that he planned to fill her with his vile see. Hands that once laid limp pressed futilely against the taut muscles of his chest. "Not... not inside, please." He'd already torn her maidenhead and taken her in the most shameful way possible, the least he could do was spill outside. She continued to beg quietly as her hands pushed at him.<br/><br/>She felt him bottom out within before the telltale sound of pleasure left his lips. The look on his face was one of bliss, the complete opposite of the look of horror that had graced Lyra's features. She felt it too, a hot burst within that left her feeling disgusted beyond measure. The Geslack snake had found his end inside of her and even as he pulled out (making sure to add insult to injury by caressing her gently) she felt the blood coupled with his spill trickling down her still parted thighs.<br/><br/>He had killed a part of her and Lyra remained lying on her back as emotions ran rampant through her. His limb was coated in her blood and he seemed to wear it like a prize. Her torn tunnel continued to hurt and because escape was impossible, Lyra retreated into herself, rolling onto her side on the tiles as she brought up her knees to her chest and hugged it against her trembling form like a frightened child. "You got what you wanted Geslack," her voice was broken a hint to the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. "Put me to death at the end of a sword like a proper warrior." She'd rather die than endure anything like this ever again.