**Chapter 7: Descent into Darkness**

Lyra's hands moved mechanically, undoing Ethan's pants and pulling out his cock. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Ethan's eyes were half-closed, his body limp as he leaned against her. She stroked his cock, feeling its softness and trying to will herself into a state of numbness. Ethan moaned, his eyes fluttering open as he looked at her. For a moment, their gazes met, and Lyra saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a look of lust and desire. Lyra took a deep breath and lowered her head, her mouth wrapping around Ethan's cock. She moved her head up and down, trying to focus on the task at hand. Ethan's hands grasped her hair, pulling her closer as he moaned and groaned. As she sucked him, Lyra felt a sense of detachment, as if she was observing herself from outside her body. She was going through the motions, but she wasn't really there. Ethan's body tensed, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he came. As he finished, Lyra pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Ethan's eyes focused, and for a moment, he looked at her with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion. And then, in a flash of clarity, his expression changed. He looked at her with horror and shame, his eyes wide with realization. "Lyra," he whispered, his voice trembling. "What...what did I do?" Lyra felt a wave of emotions wash over her, but she kept her face neutral. "You came," she said, her voice flat. Ethan's eyes dropped, his face contorting in shame. "I'm so sorry, Lyra," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I was out of my mind. I didn't mean to...I didn't mean to hurt you." Lyra looked at him, her heart heavy with emotion. She didn't know what to say, or how to process what had just happened. All she knew was that nothing would ever be the same again.