Taskill allowed Midnight's strong grip to aid him back onto the bed. The side of his face hurt but he would recover quickly. It was not the first time he had been beaten.<br/>Once there, he nuzzled the bigger male's arm in quiet apology for his earlier behavior. He was absolutely changed by the castle. Where once he would have been shy and even skittish underneath someone who seemed insecure about sex with him, he now responded mindlessly. More of Bryn's handiwork. Taskill now responded to any touch with arousal. Part of him was sickened by it.<br/>Even though he was fond of Midnight. That made it even harder not to become aroused.<br/>His heart sank as the wizard progressed toward Lyra in her corner. A flash of anger ran through him.<br/>Such a rare occurrence for him, this rage flowed through him and made his breathing heavy.<br/>Not only had Bryn tormented Midnight, but now he was molesting Lyra. Two of Taskill's friends.<br/><em>Bastard! It is never enough for you!</em><br/>He began to brood and turned his gaze elsewhere. He could count the number of times he had ever felt such hate. He was not a spiteful creature, more of a runner than a fighter. But right now he might actually bite Bryn if he got close enough.<br/>He even went to sit in front of Midnight protectively and turned his gaze elsewhere so that he would not have to watch what Bryn was doing to Lyra. He felt his poison rushing to his nails. He would not use them, of course. But his body was responding to the fight mode he now desired.<br/>But he would not risk being disobedient. There were two of his friends here tonight. He was not the only one in danger of abuse...