Fists fell frantically against the wooden doors. No one came. Lyra screamed until her throat was raw, and she screamed as Engel closed the distance between them and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Awhile ago, she'd though that the worst possible thing had already happened - that he would kill her once he'd gotten his fill of pleasure. This was far worse, he was planning to keep her, and the word pet made her stomach turn at the revolting ideas brewing in her brain. "No! I'm not, I won't go with you!"<br/><br/>Silly girl with her useless screams. The Geslack snake didn't care about what she wanted. If he had, he wouldn't have robbed her of her magic and taken her purity. She was tossed like a worthless sack of potatoes onto the floor of his room, and Lyra (livid with fear) jumped onto her feet and away from him, creating as much distance as she could between the Geslack and the crimson sword he'd stabbed her with just moments ago. "Stay back."<br/><br/>Instead of attacking her like she thought he would, he asked her to pick out her clothes for dinner with the family. It was such an absurd situation, that she finally lifted her head (ridding herself of the meek look she'd worn since her assault) to stare at him with the utmost disdain. The last thing she wanted to do was play his sadistic games and enjoy dinner with him like nothing in the world was wrong. She needed to get out of here. Still, Lyra was a smart girl and knew that playing along would most likely yield the best results. Maybe she could get him drunk at dinner and sneak away after that? It was a shot she had to take.<br/><br/>"Okay," she forced herself to say because compliance often worked to disarm people. She didn't answer him when he asked for fashion advice, merely watching as the arrogant noble left to finalize his wardrobe. She followed after him and picked out a simple and sleek knee-length black dress from the clothing chamber. It would provide a layer of protection from Engel's eyes, and already, made her feel less vulnerable.<br/><br/>She stepped outside the clothing chamber and slipped into the dress. If Engel decided to take his time, she would then survey his room for sharp objects she could save for her escape attempt later.