My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 21: Still Sixteen

Lying, curled up on her side in bed Lyra hates what was done but replaces some relief that Elmir'sdoctor friend said she needed time to heal. Time means he will leave her alone for now. Shelooks up hearing someone enter the room.

"Hello wife. Feeling comfortable? Want anything?"

Elmirs tone is everything but nice making Lyra watch him closely with unease. "Everything isgood, thank you for asking dear husband.”

"Good, good."Elmir nods his head then stops to stare at her. "But I'm not good at all. In fact,until recently I was mad at you for putting yourself in bed rest and by doing so your punishingme. You are my wife and with that comes certain responsibilities, right?"

Knowing all too well what he means by responsibilities Lyra has a hunch where this conversationis going but not how it will end. Since he brutally took her virginity not one day has passedwithout him forcing her to have sex. The beatings escalated after each refusal and now here sheis. Bedridden with multiple injuries and he still manages to make it her fault. "I'm sorry husbandfor letting you suffer for my disobedience...”

"It's okay wife. I'm here to show you just how much effect your disobedience has on others.”With that said he walks back to the door and talks with someone on the other side. "Wife, meetGryndol. Isn't she just lovely?" He grins out in a lecherous way. The girl can't be older thanfourteen, light brown hair down to her slim waist, big brown eyes with porcelain skin. Gracefullike a ballet dancer and innocent looking. Shifting gaze between Elmir and her, Lyra wonderswhy he has brought her here.

"I think you both will replace common ground after today.” Elmir laughs applauding his owncomment. Watching Elmir approach the bed Lyra senses warning bells go of in her head andfear spread like wildfire inside her. He leans down close to her feet picking up something fromright under the bed. Just as he stands up the door flies open and a slightly over weighted man inhis late forties walks right in. Gray eyes that promises havoc. Rosy red cheeks and nose. Pale,greasy, skin and unruly blond hair. Expensive suit wasted on a grease monkey.

"Greg, meet my wife, wife meet my friend Greg."

"She sure is a beauty.” Greg whistles out. "Is she any good?"

"The best so far but she is under bed rest for now, Xenix orders, so I thought you and I couldteach my dear wife a little about consequences.” Both men laugh happily. Slapping each other'sbacks in mutual agreement. While they talked, as if Lyra wasn't in the room, she turns her eyestowards Gryndol.

The girl looks around the room without moving from her spot close to the

door. Their eyes meet briefly before Lyra looks back at Elmir, who is now standing next to her."Help me out with this will ya Greg."Elmir says throwing ropes over to the other man. "Time totie up the little wife. You take her legs and I the hands.”

Wanting to move away without being able to is really not a nice feeling. Something else not sonice is knowing what can happen should she dare try. That's how she ended up in this bed tobegin with. Swallowing down natural instincts and fear, Lyra allows herself to be tied up in asitting position. When done Greg starts to undress while Elmir walks over to the door locking itand then turns to Gryndol. "Do you see my wife all tied up in bed?" He asks in a fake velvetvoice, made to calm the girl. "Everything that is going to happen in here you can thank her for,okay honey?" Hearing that made Lyra almost choke on air and go deathly pale.

“Please no. Please don't let it be what she thinks it is.” She chants over and over in her head."Be a good girl for us. “He whispers. Seeing Greg approach in all his naked glory, positioninghimself behind Gryndol, Elmir takes a firm grip around her fragile wrists. While EImir holds herstill the other undresses her. Lyra hears more than sees how Gryndol begins to protest lowlythen it gets louder and louder as panic makes itself known in the girl's voice. Struggles can beheard until a loud slap echoes around the room.

"This is all you dear wife.” Elmir turns his head smiling at Lyra. "Please don't look away or littleGryndol here will get more hurt.”

Tears rolls down Gryndols cheek, one of which shows a red hand print making Lyra’s own tearsfall without her noticing. She can't take her eyes away from Gryndol but isn't able tocomprehend the reality of everything. Elmir has stepped to the side forcing the girl to look atLyra all the time. Saying how it's all Lyra’s fault. Gryndol screams, pleads and cries. Gets hitseveral times for misbehaving. All is happening in front of Lyra. This girl, is getting severelybeaten and raped because of her. Unable to it handle anymore Lyra lets out a primal screamand passes out.