She could only scowl at his awful words. The house of Bremmington was a formidable foe, and if he underestimated them, she had no doubt he would find his end at the tip of a blade. It was unfortunate that it would not be her own, but she had no doubts her family would tear the heavens apart to find her as soon as they noticed she'd vanished. Her only problem was that she'd told them she had gone hunting (for the arrogant noble boy) and they would not expect her to be home so soon. He had time and the thought of what he meant by fun made her feel sick. Her lungs and her body continued to burn, even as she was set onto the edge of the tiles and into the water.<br/><br/>Filthy Geslack hands undid her clothing and her bareness accentuated the feelings of helplessness and worry that had first taken root when he'd robbed her of her powers. As much as it sickened her, she was at his mercy. Engel wore such a depraved smile too, he enjoyed rendering her bare and she wished not to think of what he had in store for her. Lyra was surprised when he'd given her back some of her strength, but she figured it was some twisted display of power on his part. The burning in her throat lessened.<br/><br/>As the noble boy rendered himself bare before her, Lyra scooted back uncomfortably. She kept the same stoic look of disdain on her face, a look most of the Bremmington's seemed to have mastered, but her body language made it clear that his proximity scared her. Was he out to add insult to injury and rob her of her purity? She tried not to let the fear show as one hand went over her breasts. She pressed her thighs together, a safety precaution against wandering eyes.<br/><br/>"So what is it you plan to do here, Geslack?" Maybe if she kept talking, he'd keep his eyes on her face. "Planning to ransom me for my family's gold? You Geslack snakes have been trying to best us for decades. Your ancestors before you failed, you're not going to find success here." Her glare only intensified when he started to clean her face with her own undergarments. She lashed out at his arm with her own when the cloth began to trail lower. "Get your filthy Geslack hands off me. I can clean myself." She would then attempt to snatch the rag from him and keep as much distance between them as possible.