She'd done it now. Lyra had gotten herself into dangerous situations before, the reason she was nicknamed the family firecracker, but she'd always managed to fight her way or talk her way out of everything. Things weren't looking up for her this time, the Geslack prince was unflappable and neither insult nor distraction seemed to wear down on his sadistic resolve. If she had her strength and magic, drowning him would have been easy, but she didn't. She had nothing and the realization of how much power he had over her left her feeling disgusted. She was afraid of course, but if she showed him that, she imagined he'd take full advantage of her fear.<br/><br/>She scowled when he began to hum but the act weakened when he spoke about killing her, and it crumbled completely the moment she felt his hardness against her. Surely he wasn't planning to... she killed the thought. The Geslack were dishonest snakes but were they really that depraved. The joke he'd cracked earlier about Astor and Alvina made her stomach turn. Perhaps the Geslack weren't, but she wouldn't put it past their sadistic prince.<br/><br/>"What is it you want? Gold, the damned isles our families keep feuding about?" By the way she was trying to bargain with him, it was clear that the Bremmington noble was scared out of her wits. She was out of her element, robbed of the magic that had kept her alive on all of her dangerous excursions. "If you let me live, I can get those for you. All you'd have to do is release me." He didn't. Instead he carried her to the tiles and spoke of lewd things princes ought not to talk about. Disgust and fear became apparent on Lyra's face and goosebumps ran up her skin when his cold lips pressed against her pert nipple.<br/><br/>"No." All her threats and bargains died on her lips, replaced by a terrified whisper. "Don't you dare touch me."<br/><br/>His lips continued to violate her and disgust fell on her like a heavy blanket. If she had her strength, she would have smashed his jaw over and over again. He was molesting her and she was powerless to stop him. She mustered her strength and brought her arms over her chest to push him away. It was useless, the veil had rooted itself deep in her veins. The terror shone clearly on her face, her worst nightmare was happening before her eyes.