Lyra<br/><br/>Lyra shuddered as Bryn swept into his chambers. She could almost feel the rage coming off him and was incredibly grateful she wasn't the cause of it. She never wanted to be the true focus of his fury. It was bad enough he'd stolen her freedom and used her as he saw fit. She never wanted that baleful stare turned on her with the full force of his sadistic need for absolute control turned her way. He was bad enough when you hadn't pissed him off and she'd heard enough screaming to know he was far worse when you had angered him.<br/><br/>She listened to him chastise Midnight and Taskill  and when he turned her way she tried to press back into the corner. She wanted nothing more than to fly away but that wasn't an option, he had her trapped and he knew it! She said nothing as he noted that she'd done nothing wrong, merely dropping her gaze from his and watching the floor in front of him. He hadn't actually said anything that required a response so she simply nodded her acknowledgement of his words and remained silent.<br/><br/>Watching him turn back to the bed she wondered why she was still there. He'd given her no orders and simply left her where she was. Did he merely want her to watch? Did he want her to change and sing for him while he hurt the men? Would he put her between them somehow or take his rage out on them and then use her as well? One could never be certain with Bryn and it was wisest not to ask.<br/><br/>Casting a sympathetic look to Midnight and Taskill she forced herself to watch. Nothing had happened yet but if they were going to have to endure what was done, she would endure the sight of it.