Goosebumps ran up her skin at the sound of his vile words. Engel had said it so lewdly, but there was truth in his embellishments - he'd taken her against her will and had broken her, killing her indignant pride and melting her Bremmington ice. She was a broken body on bloodied tiles and she shivered violently when she felt him sidling up to her and embracing her from behind. Hadn't he humiliated her enough already? Hadn't he found his pleasure? Wasn't it enough? Sheer terror washed over her as he held her in his arms. If it hadn't been for the violent assault, it would have looked as if they were lovers sneaking away for an afternoon of solitude.<br/><br/>His skin was warm against hers, a stark reminder of the heat he seemed to exude when he'd decided to take her. Merely being in Engel's arms unraveled whatever brave warrior persona remained in Lyra and she shivered violently like a baby deer surrounded by lions. Soft sobs (that she did her best to keep hidden) poured out of her lips when she felt the ivory rod that had speared her pressing against her torn folds. He was warm and rigid and she was hurting so badly, her thighs smeared with her virgin's blood and his seed. The soft crying grew more audible when two of his fingers found their way to her heat and slipped inside. Her walls clenched in an act of self preservation, another rough rutting after he'd shorn her maidenhead would surely be enough to make the weary Bremmington noble lose consciousness.<br/><br/>"Don't touch me," words that were uttered weakly. He'd already marked her and taken her, already spilled his signature into her unwilling womb. "You already took what you wanted." Lyra tried to pull away but his fingers worked inside her and he was far too strong. The burning pain inside seemed to cease at his ministrations, and his cruel words confirmed that he was using his spit to heal her. While the momentary relief was a blessing, it meant the next time would hurt her just as badly. If Engel was cruel enough, each and every time could be as horrible as the first. He could tear her open again and again for his pleasure. She was sick.<br/><br/>Lyra stiffened when Engel held her tight, but the Geslack snake seemed to suddenly stop. His fingers were still resting inside her, but he took soft breaths and all the tension in his arms seemed to leave. Was he tricking her? She didn't know, but she didn't have the time to ponder either. Lyra forced her weakened body to its feet and took off for the door. The first one was locked so she tried the other and it was locked too. In a last-ditch attempt at freedom she began to scream as loudly as she could, fists banging against steel. "Someone, anyone, please help me! Please let me out!"