Lyra was starved for gentleness. Even if she didn't understand it, her body did. The past two days had been hell, and now that Engel was treating her with soft caresses, her body melted at his touch. She was alone, scared, and hurting (still raw from Theodore's betrayal and his fingers) and the false kindness was a balm for her aching soul. She didn't move away when Engel kissed her on the forehead, merely closed the weight of her body sunk her deeper into his bed.<br/><br/>It was a twisted thing, a false kindness shown to her on the very bed where she'd been torn apart for his pleasure. Lyra wanted to whimper but was silent, she was far too terrified of being hurt again. Engel was currently showing her kindness, and if she could keep it that way, she would.  Even as he covered them both with his sheets and trailed his vile hands down her back, she held strong. Lyra steeled herself and accepted it all. It was shameful, the act of giving in to the Geslack snake, but she'd been hurt the day before - torn twice for her insolence. She was too scared to try again, too broken.<br/><br/><i>I want to go home. </i>She didn't speak her truth because she knew it would anger him.<br/><br/>She felt the hem of her dress rising, but at this point knew that struggling against Engel was useless. He was already in her veins. She fought back the tears and in a broken voice answered him selfishly. "I... I don't know. I just want the pain to stop." It was true. She didn't ever want to re-live the night before. At this point, she would betray Theodore if it meant she could save her own skin. "I just don't want to hurt anymore," she whispered as her hands pushed futilely at his toned chest. She was trying to keep his body away from hers but it was, obviously, useless.