And thus the girl chose to push her luck. She did not know who he was, and he could not fault her for that. But the blind faith that her father would go back on his word on top of barely veiled threats made Emlyn's mind up for him. Emlyn turned and nearly pushed himself off of the bar as he moved towards Clara. He restrained himself and slowly began to roll up his sleeves as he approached her. "I am certain my connections supersede even those that your fiancee has, those that your father has," Emlyn said as he stepped closer, stopping just at the edge of the stage. "If your father did not steal what he did and chose something else to rip from my company's grasps, then those connections would be handling this. Not me. I would not be deciding to dirty my hands over your father's foolish greed. The only way I shall end up in a jail cell is if I wish it."<br/><br/>The lightning fast movement he had displayed in part before came into effect once again as, without a single warning, he grabbed Clara by the arm and drug her to the edge of the stage, mere inches away from the man in complete control.  "Your father has made an enemy older than this country. And by choosing disobedience and threats over silence and safety, you will now pay for his transgressions," Emlyn stated, his voice finally dropping into some semblance of coldness. He released her shoulder and his hand found a new home on her throat, though he was not choking her. Instead, his unnatural strength was also put on display as she was lifted by her jawline off the stage until he feet were just barely brushing the ground. He released her, pushing her backwards slightly for her to be forced to sit on the edge of the stage. The degredation and humiliation of the picture may not have been enough to silence the girl, but Emlyn was sure what was to come next would.<br/><br/>Emlyn reached forward and grabbed the destroyed portion of her dress and pulled violently. The fabric did not hold up to the force, and, before long, the remains of her dress was left to litter the floor. Emlyn began to manhandle her further, with his left hand grabbing her left shoulder, and forcefully moving her around, to where she was facing away from him. The same hand moved to the cuffs, grabbing hold of them and using them to push into the small of her back, bending her over and keeping her in place. Then perhaps the most terrifying sound for a girl in her position began to echo through the room. The sound of Emlyn's belt being undone and the telltale sound of a zipper lowering came from behind her. If she would not respond to fear and reality, then Emlyn would see if she responded to terror.