Come on, Thýma. Come on. What was it you were doing? What were you reading? What? When? Why? Where? Who? Tell me or do I have to be a bit more convincing? I want to trigger all your senses. Focus on me. I heard 'friend' had a plan…Oh, and what is that? I‘m waiting. Lyra shook her head. It was one of these days. “Perks of being around a sadistically curious person, I guess.”, she mumbled to herself sarcastically. She just wished she could get the voice out of her head. Headphones didn’t help, not really. She hated questions by now. Always giving too long for everybody but Adam answers, flinching at innocent questions from their friends. She didn’t feel like her information were truly hers. In the beginning she had tried to resist. She still did. But she never lasted long…In the beginning she kept her mouth shut, but with ever cut. With every bruise. With every word and psycho terror her resolve crumbled away. And with every time it happened it took shorter. Until all he had to do was run a nail over her skin to make her talk. Lyra felt like throwing up. It was worse when she panicked. Then she couldn’t talk and Adam wasn’t exactly understanding of this fact. She got hurt more. Whatever her intention had been. She did her best to not shrink together at the shame. It wouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t. No. Stronger. Stronger every time. Improve, follow your rules. She could hear Adam’s laughter in her head and shook her head. If only she could shake it out. Her energy was getting low and at some point the memories and flashbacks drifted into sleep…
