My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 18: Age Sixteen

"So, you think you are the one calling the shots around here, hmm? You think you have somekind of say in things?!" Elmir paced back and forth without taking those dull, watery pale, blueeyes away from Lyra. There was no mistaking the high level of rage burning within them. "Allowme to educate that little useless brain of yours by teaching you to never disobey me, or those Iinvite into my home, ever again.” Elmir speaks with a voice oozing raw malice.

"P-pleas-e...I.I-m s-sor-ry..."

"You better be for wasting time on things you already know. MY TIME! Makes me wonder if yousecretly like being punished since you keep on repeating yourself." Taking a fist full of her hairhe continues with a sneer. "Let's replace out exactly how much shall we."

"Elmir...please..”

Without warning his fist connects with her stomach repeatedly before releasing the grip on herhair. Shoving her down on the floor he starts kicking instead on punching, savoring everyscream, pleading, whimper and tears that comes from her.

"Moan for me." he says straddling her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Roughly he begins toremove her clothes then positions himself with force between her legs. Quickly unbuttoning hispants, he pulls them down and aligns himself at her entrance and slams balls deep into her.Grabbing hold of her wrists he holds her in place while ramming her in a fast pace.

"Damn you are nice and tight. Makes me wonder how fucking your ass would feel like."

Weak, hurting and afraid she lies still underneath him hating every moment of it. Her bodyscreams out in pain with each violent thrust making her moan out loudly. To her utter despair hetakes it as a sign of pleasure.

"Such a good little whore." He grunts out in satisfaction. "Time to try that ass now.”

Feeling pure panic kick in from those words she bites his arm and uses what little strength shecan muster in order to get away. Boosted with adrenaline she slaps him in the face hard, leavingscratch marks behind.

"FUCKING CUNT!" EImir roars more pissed than ever. "You will forever regret doing that.”

For the first time since Lyra got here, one year ago, she truly fears for her life. Seeing his jawmuscles twitch in agitation only fuels that fear. Wanting some distance, she tries to movefurther backwards but end up being held firmly in place.

"I'll fucking show you marks, bitch!"

Gripping her hair once again he drags her from the living room, through a long hallway, passingtheir bedroom, then stopping outside a door she never entered before. Unlocking the door, hemore or less throws her inside. The room is windowless with a dark red wall-to-wall carpet.Wallpapers the same shade of red as the carpet. On one of four walls she notices severaldifferent kinds of whips, paddles, ropes and cuffs hanging on full display in a neat row side byside by side. On the opposite wall stands a saint Andrews cross with several leather

bindings attached to it and next to that a rather large dresser. In the middle stands a fourOposterbed complete with metal rings in each pole. Two different kinds of cages are placed on

the wall right across the door. Big hooks, in pairs, are placed in the ceiling right above the bed.Upon seeing this room Lyra wishes she never saw this room

"Shall we continue where we left off."

Going over to the saint Andrew's cross Elmir ties her up, backside towards him and eyes facingthe wall. There are three bindings for each arm, one around her waist and three for each leg."Welcome to your own personal hell. Please do enjoy yourself. I know I will." he whispers in herear slamming his cock inside her anal. "Fuck!" he moans out pounding feverishly.

Lyra screams out loudly due to the sudden intrusion and pain, nearly choking on her own tears.Blood drips down her legs from the violation. Soon he lets out loud moan like grunts as heshoots his load with a few more sloppy thrusts. Feeling him walk away she tries her best to gether breathing under control before passing out.

"Scream for me whore."

A swooshing sound is all she manages to register before an excruciating pain hits her lowerback.

"Such beautiful sound, let's create more."

Lash after lash lands on her entire back side. Tears streaming down freely and her screamsechoes around the room drowning out the whipping sound. This, she never could haveimagined, not even in her wildest nightmares.

"Count" He demands harshly.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"Will you look at that haha, the whore knows her numbers.”

He continues to hand out lashes until she feels on the verge of fainting. Body numb and hurtingat the same time.

"FIFTEEEEEN!"

"Think I got a little too carried away there but oh well." Sounding all too happy about it he dropsthe whip to the floor. “Hope you feel educated enough.”

Blood and sweat coats her now trembling body. There is not one part free from pain. Her eyesall blood shot and swollen from crying. Throat sore and hoarse after screaming. Lyra sags downon the floor after being unstrapped.

"Time to see the doctor for a little patch up.”

Elmir lifts her up without even caring if he hurts her or not and carries Lyra towards theirbedroom where he uncaringly drops her down on the bed and proceeds to get dressed beforemaking a call to his friend who also happens to be a doctor. Lyra has met the doctor before andknows Elmir will use her body as a payment after being treated. She wonders how high the pricewill be this time.