Engel's request was a sickening one, but Lyra would sooner crush her pride than have an innocent servant suffer for her actions. Theo had been the only person in the Geslack household to offer her sympathy and aid, and in a den filled with poisonous snakes that meant something. Perhaps that would never be something Engel understood but to Lyra it was clear, Theodore Temlin's life was more important than whatever ounce of pride she'd had left.<br/><br/>Lyra's complexion was pale, and the fear in her eyes was more than palpable, but she closed the distance between herself and Engel. She would do this to ensure Theodore Temlin lived, it was less shameful when she knew she was allowing him to break her down for the right reasons. "It's going to be okay, Theo," she whispered as she got onto her knees on the dirt. Humiliation and fear ran rampant within when Engel's proud rod began to rise, and Lyra felt her breath catch in her throat once her eyes flitted across the dried blood that marred his flesh. It brought back memories of being pinned down onto his sheets, hips raised into the air so he could take her like an animal in heat.<br/><br/>Sickening memories that made her want to empty her stomach onto the ground.<br/><br/>For Theo, she thought as the root veil began to take hold of him. Lyra's lips dove forward to wrap around the head of Engel's alabaster rod. Shame was coursing through her and before Lyra knew it, tears were leaking down her face as her mouth clumsily moved to clean the blood from his cruel member. If this meant they would live another day, she'd do it.