She'd come to realize now that Engel's games were always cruel. Lyra tried not to imagining the happenings on the page as the story unfolded for Engel. She had of course noticed the parallel between her own situation and Elinne's, but an innate stubbornness kept her denying and resisting even as Engel felt her up from underneath her dress. His hands were warm on her skin and she whimpered, oh so softly, when he began to paw at her breasts. She felt like a piece of meat always ready and accessible for her monster of a master to paw at whenever he had a specific craving.<br/><br/>He was growing hard underneath her too and there was little she could do to escape the feeling of his rigid sword against her womanhood. They hadn't given her any undergarments after all and the flimsy dress did little to shield her from the sword that had cleaved her open the night prior. She was pale then, frozen with fright as he continued to trail his disgusting hands over her skin. The book didn't save her and neither did the bell, he continued his torment even after the story ended and as servants filled the room.<br/><br/>She froze when Theo arrived, avoiding his gaze as the shame burned hotter and deeper. She hated that he would see her like this, but she kept her head bent low not merely because of the shame, but because of the fact that Engel could not know they were planning another escape. "I... I'm not hungry." It was all she said, but she hoped Theo would understand that they needed to be as secretive as possible if they wanted another chance at escape.