Each and every offer fell short and Lyra found herself in a situation she couldn't escape. The cruel noble boy wanted to play and she was the toy he planned to drag through the dirt. He was going to take everything he wanted from her and she wouldn't be able to fight back. The veil was as frightening as it was effective. Lyra closed her eyes, her lips trembling as she tried to ignore his approach and the sensation of his sickening lips against her breast. Fingers clenched in a last-ditch attempt to summon ice to existence, not even the smallest hint of cold answered her call. There was no magic at her fingertips, no weapons of water and frost to save her.<br/><br/>Her insides tightened into knots as she was caged between cruel limbs and spread open for him, thighs forced to part so he could slot his hips between them. His lips were rough against her own and she fought back a sob when he pawed hungrily at her bare chest. Lyra was used to overcoming obstacles and charging headfirst through dangerous ordeals, but there were no openings here. There was no hope at all. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at his sickening expression. It was clear that Engel was enjoying every moment of her degrading violation. "Geslack, if you do this..." a weak and desperate threat. "They will find you and make you pay."<br/><br/>She felt him then, hard and eager against her untouched heat. Digust and fear lanced through her. Lyra's thighs attempted to clench shut to keep him out, but his body kept her open and vulnerable, ready for the limb that rested precariously over her entrance. Ready and open for the limb that wished to tear into her virtue. "Don't do this." The soft voice of someone who knew there was no point. Lyra felt the telltale prickle of tears gathering at the corners of her eyes but she turned away to hide it from him. He wouldn't get that satisfaction, she wouldn't give it to him.<br/><br/>He prodded gently against her and that was when she felt an uncomfortable rush of heat below. She didn't know how to describe it, but it was a throbbing ache that left her feeling disgusted. Her lower lip trembled violently at the confusion of it all.<br/><br/><i>Just ask me for death. </i><br/><br/>She would prefer death over something as humiliating as this. "Then kill me Geslack." Her voice was laden with fear but determined and she spat on him as one last act of defiance. "I'd rather die."