The distance between herself and the door grew narrow, and for the first time since she'd entered this hell, Lyra felt a spark of hope welling up inside. She was so close... and then she wasn't. The look of sheer determination melted away into one of terror as all of her strength fled away from legs. It was his blasted curse. She was so close too. In an act of desperation, Lyra through out her hands to reach for the door as her body pitched forward. She didn't make it of course, instead she felt his cruel hand wrapped around the back of her head, a reminder that she was once again at the end of her rope. "I won't do it again, I won't." Useless pleas died on trembling lips as the Geslack snaked slammed her head into the door. Black spots danced before Lyra's eyes and her ears rung wildly as consciousness threatened to leave her.<br/><br/>She went slack in his arms, the darkness saving her from the momentary terror.<br/><br/>Merci stared at the scene with wide-eyes, but she managed to compose herself once more. She was very much like Engel, cloaked in both darkness and elegance all at once, but she had plenty to learn and her innate childishness still showed through the cracks of her facade. "We're alright, dear brother." In truth, they really were. Aside from a mild scare, the Bremmington girl had achieved nothing but her own downfall. "We'll tell mother dearest, but do train your pet to behave better. Brother and I were looking forward to having dinner with you, and now she's gone ahead and robbed us of our family time, rude girl. As you said, they certainly are savages over there."<br/><br/>Once Engel and Lyra had disappeared, Merci turned to Loell and shrugged before returning to her place by the dining table.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">--------<br/>​</div>Lyra was lost in a dark haze when Engel deposited her onto his bed. It was small mercy, being detached from what was happening, but like all good things it came to an end; the noble girl resurfaced from the darkness and Engel's blurry face brought everything barreling back in full force.<br/><br/>She'd failed. The door had been an arm's length away and she had failed. Sadness and fear and hurt melded together inside her as her attacker's face grew clearer. He was hovering above her, hands tearing at her evening dress until she was once again bare. It was going to happen again, he was going to take her. The thought brought Lyra's presence of mind back, and gone were all traces of the determined girl moments ago. It was amazing how Engel could cause her to fluctuate from cold Bremmington to trembling prey with so much as flick of his wrist.  Shaky hands darted to the Geslack's snake as Lyra uselessly tried to push him away.<br/><br/>"I won't do it again. I won't do it again, it was a mistake please." The loud, pathetic begging was a great contrast to her stoic defeated look from earlier. There was all of the panic of a dying animal etched onto her face. She trashed wildly as she pleaded, her sobs and begging, no doubt loud enough for any passerby outside to hear. Lyra was beyond honor and decorum, she just didn't want him to hurt her again. "I'll be good. Engel, please." More sobbing as she continued to thrash. "I swear, I won't do it again. I'll attend dinners and be good!" She sobbed when he responded by parting her legs and pulling his man's sword free.<br/><br/>He was rigid and ready and she could still picture her lifeblood coating him.  She choked when his hand found her throat, but continued to plead as much as she could. She didn't want him inside her again. She would rather be beaten or killed then go through such a humiliating ordeal again. "I'm sorry," she cried. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."  It did nothing and she continued to lie beneath him, thighs splayed apart as if she were an offering.