Clara gasps, realizing what you're doing too late. "Lyra!" she cries out, but her sister is too lost in pleasure to hear her. You tighten your grip on Emma's throat as she flails wildly, trying to free herself from your grasp.

"Let go!" she wheezes, her face turning purple. But you don't relent.

Lyra finally manages to pull away from the table, her eyes wide with fury. "You little shit!"

Clara backs away slowly, hands raised defensively. "Fine," she whispers. "But I won't forget this." Her eyes dart to the door, considering making a run for it. You tighten your grip on Emma, feeling her body tremble in fear beneath you.

"You're pathetic," Lyra hisses through clenched teeth. "She could snap your neck with one hand and you don't even realize it." She takes another step back, glaring at you hatefully.