Lyra was unraveling and the scene before Engel was both beauty and devastation rolled up into one. How devastated the girl looked when her body started to betray her. Her folds told their truth with their glisten while her face told another truth with the expressions that played out across her features. It was brokenness at one moment, uncertainty and fear at another. Engel played her body like an expert violinist and the way it responded scared the inexperienced girl out of her wits.<br/><br/>She didn't want this. She was sure she didn't... so why? Why did she grow wet at his touch?<br/><br/>Eyes hazy with confusion shut. She didn't kiss Engel back when he told her too, merely uttered a silent prayer in the depths of her mind. No matter how much Lyra tried to distract herself, her thoughts would go back to the rhythmic thrusting of his hips and the feeling of his sword plunging in only to pull out. Her body rocked to his rhythm as a fire began building in her stomach. She didn't know it yet, but Engel was giving her inexperienced heat exactly what it craved. Involuntarily and against her will, her hips jerked against his own. Absolute despair played across her features when that had happened.<br/><br/>She bit down on her lip harder, but the strong thrust from Engel was angled just right and her lips parted open in a broken gasp.<br/><br/>Lyra Bremmington moaned brokenly on the very bed where she'd first been taken against her will. It was a moment that brought her spiraling back into the present, and suddenly, the emptiness in her eyes gave way to a livid rage. "No!" A sharp voice tore through her throat. "No! No! Please stop Engel! Stop!"