There was no point in fighting, he'd made that clear the night before when he'd skewered her relentlessly for her attitude. Lyra wasn't ready to relieve that torment and was too scared of the sword that had claimed her to try again. Engel was stronger anyway and the veil had taken root deep inside her, maybe if she had a substantial amount of water, she could try. But she didn't, she was trapped in the Geslack household with her rapists' fingers trailing between her legs. It was a sickening scene that left her insides tight as knots. Lyra was caught somewhere between wanting to die and heave the contents of her stomach out.<br/><br/>Engel had turned her into nothing more than a piece of meat on display, parting her folds for anyone who wished to look - for Theodore Temlin. It was a twisted, horrible thing, and Lyra ignored his words and actions almost successfully until his finger lanced inside her. Her teary eyes snapped open then, her entire body tensing at the intrusion. It was only then that she started to struggle, but she remained on Engel's lap as his finger found its home inside her.<br/><br/>Why was he being so cruel? She'd already promised him she'd listen.<br/><br/>Her recently torn inner reacted violently to his intrusion, tightening around the digit as if to expel him. She was dry and it was painful when he first started to stir, but Engel was experienced and Lyra was still a woman, so when he began to stir gently (in a manner so much unlike her brutal first time) her inner began to welcome his intruding digit and she grew wet for him. Being the innocent that she was before he'd taken her, she didn't understand what was happening or why her body warmed for him.<br/><br/>She felt confused and disgusted, and the emotions ran clear as day across her face. No. She couldn't be growing warmer for him. It wasn't possible.<br/><br/>What had been a painful and degrading act the night before had turned into an almost pleasant burn, nonetheless degrading, but her body was rebelling against her mind. She didn't want this. She didn't want this at all. "Please, Engel," she whispered as he licked away at her tears. "Please stop, I promised to be good."<br/><br/>She ignored his comments about her only ally, but when Engel finally called Theo over, he came.<br/><br/>A mix of fear and worry shone in Lyra's eyes as she tried to look at Theo. Please don't listen to him, he gaze practically screamed. But Theo was already kissing the hand that violated her. Sweet Theo kneeling between her splayed legs to kiss the hand that beat them both down. She'd never felt more destroyed and exposed.<br/><br/>"Theo, please... don't listen."