She pleads with them, but it does no good

Lux’s heart pounds like a hammer. She wants to get up, either to fight or to run, but her legs feel like they’ve turned to jelly. At this point, it probably doesn’t matter what she or Atara says – these men are determined to have their way with her, and Lux can’t see any way to get out of it.

And as terrified as she is of what these men might be about to do to her, what’s even more alarming is that part of her is turned on. She’s so worked up from her earlier efforts at seduction that no matter what her mind wants, there’s a strong primal urge pulling in the opposite direction…

Pulling her stolen cloak around her for protection, she looks up at the men pleadingly, trembling from head to toe. “Now boys,” she begins, “we can work – ”

Radan grabs Lux by the collar of her stolen cloak and pulls her sharply up, off her feet, face to face with him. Her squeak of protest is muffled as he forcibly kisses her. A tiny part of her mind is screaming at her to fight back, to bite him, but the thought of what the two might do to her if she resists wins out.

Drawing back, he uses his other hand to unfasten the cloak, dropping Lux to the hard ground once again. Lux lands awkwardly, and before she can try to scramble away, the two have her surrounded.

“If the old woman told you anything, you better start talking,” Radan says.

“I don’t know anything,” Lux says. “Please, I’m not – ”

“Of course she doesn’t know anything,” Avin grumbles. “All tits and no brains.”

“Suits us,” Radan says. “We get to have our fun.”