"Yeowtch!" and that wasn't faking it. Lust frowned, hair pulling was well and good but there was an art form to it even in savagery. She had to control herself and not punch Nicholas in the throat. After all, she could see the big picture. Hold still, really? She never knew why rapists bothered saying things like that. Did they feel their victims would suddenly see the light? Ohhhhh... hold still... see, I didn't understand that's what you wanted, please, do carry on with your violation. Idiots.

She couldn't just leave him unscathed, she had to give him a souvenir of his true nature. Her screams and tears would haunt his ears, and she was sure that when he closed his eyes he'd see her pitiful face twisted in agony caused by him.. but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to not be able to escape it even when his eyes were open..

As he climbed on top of her, Lust lashed out with her claw like nails. Her nails could ignite that burn of pleasure but right now they were weapons and she didn't hold back. One hand slashed at his chest, deep enough to draw blood and her other went for his face/neck. Let everyone see your true nature, and when faced with a mirror, let you never escape your real self.