It was both a blessing and a curse when the god of the Geslack manor tore into the privacy of Theodore Temlin's room. By then, the servant boy had already come to his senses, but his apologies did little to reassure Lyra. Broken girl with her heart shattered to pieces. She was still crying, thighs still splayed apart and folds still glistening with the boy's unwanted saliva. It was a horrific truth laid bare for Engel to see, an innocent crush and budding friendship turned onto its head and into something far less innocent.<br/><br/>Lyra didn't fight when Engel lifted her into his arms and away from the apologizing Temlin boy. In fact, Lyra merely allowed him to carry her away from the horrific scene that had taken place moments ago. Everything had already fallen apart, she'd already been robbed not only of her virtue, but of her pride as well. There was nothing left to lose, no more reason to keep up her resistance. Her only hope (Theo) had betrayed her. The last beam of light had been snuffed out.<br/><br/>So when Engel brought her back to his chambers and deposited her onto his bed, he found that she no longer resisted him. Her skin tingled with disgusts and her insides burned at his very touch, but she never (not even once) pulled away when he touched her.<br/><br/>She'd already learned her lesson the hard way the night before. If she fought, she would be hurt. If he made her angry, she would be stabbed to death over and over again despite her pleas. There was no way out. Engel had already won.<br/><br/>She nodded meekly as he spoke, her brokenness raw and delicious. "I'll be good. I promise." Did he revel in her obvious pain? "I'll be good... don't hurt me."