She sputtered apologies through her tears when his iron grip around her neck tighten. Maybe if it found it in himself to be merciful, he would snap her neck and end her suffering here. But that was wishful thinking, she could see even through her tears that the Geslack was out for blood, the malice was clear in his usually playful gaze, now burning bright with rage. He was scarier like this, when he was so livid with anger that it was impossible to guess what he might do.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll be good." Quiet, broken words whispered to him when he told her not to hurt Merci. "I'm sorry." Her voice broke pathetically as she felt his rigidity slap against her sheath. She closed her eyes, expecting the worst when the pressure around her neck lifted and he let her go. Wide eyes reminiscent to that of a frightened baby animal stared up at the Geslack. A part of her almost refused to believe the kindness, and that foolish part of her buried the cold and calculating Bremmington underneath a mountain of false hope and childish naivete. She believed him, even thanked him through trembling lips. "I... I won't, I'll be good."<br/><br/>Lyra didn't have be told twice, she accepted the mercy he'd shone and (after a bit of a struggle) managed to crawl out from under him. She was prepared to get off the bed and create some distance between her and the Geslack so his temper could subside, but just as quickly as hope had bloomed, it wilted like a flower deprived of sunlight. He built her up only to shatter her down in one swift blow. Confusion lanced through Lyra followed by a heavy realization. He'd never planned to spare her.<br/><br/>"Please," the tears came fast down her face. "Engel, please. I won't do it again, like I said, I'll be good. I'll be good."<br/><br/>Useless, she found herself pressed down (her face hanging over the edge) while her hips were raised high into the air, as if she were nothing more than a bitch in heat being prepped for the mating season, and perhaps that was how the Geslack boy viewed her, just a warm body to use, how horribly vile and humiliating. Broken sobs tore her Lyra's throat as she was positioned in place. Spit. He said. She wanted to lie limp and ignore everything but she was scared of being hurt more than she'd already been so she spat on his hand like an obedient little toy. "Please, don't do this Engel."