I considered fighting him. But where would I go?
Opening the door would only let the others in, as he'd said.
I couldn't get to that roof hatch he'd mentioned. And this was all one large open room.
He watched my face avidly. "That's right, Lyra. Nowhere to run now."
Then he sunk into me.
I yelped against the soreness and lurched up.
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed them back down. Pinning me to the floor. Though he was still. Simply resting there, embedded in me I shook from the discomfort.
The unwanted stretching of my body to accommodate him. And the painful soreness inside.
I lifted my hands to cover my face, so I'd not see what he was doing to me.
"Move them." He commanded. "Or I swear, I'll destroy you."
He bucked hard into me.
Making me hiss in pain as I realize
