Lyra found no enjoyment in the entanglement, only an ever-present sense of growing dread. It was a horror story that unfolded more and more the longer she stayed in the Geslack manor. Engel was a master of corruption (one truly deserving of The Veil) and he'd sunken his talons, not only in Theodore Temlin, but into her as well. The master of the house was off somewhere, but his presence hung over them as Theodore Temlin embraced the darker urges within his own heart.<br/><br/>She could stop him if she wanted to, with ice and frost and words that burned. She could stop this, and yet, she didn't.<br/><br/>Engel had given her back her powers last night, but he'd returned them not to the proud Bremmington Firecracker but to a shell of a girl. All the strings inside of her had already broken. Her heart was hollow as Theodore tried to elicit some form of pleasure from her.  Couldn't he see the weariness and fear in her eyes? The answer was clear, he couldn't. The boy was all animal want and insistent lips. Did he see the tears that streamed down her cheeks flushed with shame? Or did he mistake the expression for longing?<br/><br/>She didn't want to look at his face. Lyra couldn't find the kind Temlin boy who'd helped her, all she could see was his longing.<br/><br/>Did he look at her the same way Engel did? Another warm body to use and abuse as seen fit?<br/><br/>I love you Lyra. Her heart shattered.<br/><br/>Was this what love felt like... dirty and dark and wrong in all the ways she couldn't name. Theodore Temlin continued to declare his depraved love, and if any hope remained inside of Lyra, it was snuffed out at that very moment. Theodore Temlin was a drowning man (the same way she was a drowning woman) but they had sunken in two very different oceans. Theo had drowned in the darkness of his lust and she had drowned in the inescapable pit of her despair.<br/><br/>They certainly were a dysfunctional and broken duo.<br/><br/>Lyra whimpered as Theodore's probing digit found its home inside her, as he began to stir in an insistent manner. She was dry and his thrusting pained her, but could he tell? Did he even care at all? Lyra was already starting to retreat within herself, if Theodore Temlin continued to go further with this depravity she wouldn't resist or stop him.<br/><br/>Would he find the humanity within himself or had Engel's curse dug far too deep?<br/><br/>Her tears continued to fall.